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Chapter 149 The Mystery of His Own Background Leaves Ling Xiao in a State of Confusion
Chapter 149 The Mystery of His Own Background Leaves Ling Xiao in a State of Confusion
The goddess Liu, draped in a green gauze dress, showed a hint of pity on her stunningly beautiful face as she went straight to the coffin.
She examined it carefully for a long time, then sighed softly and said, "Ten thousand years from now, the heavens will dance with you, and you will no longer have to face the darkness alone."
The Ruthless Great Emperor said, "The Realm Lord's parents did a lot for him, and all of this was just to keep him alive."
"The so-called Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao are not worth mentioning compared to darkness."
Ling Xiao couldn't understand what the two of them were saying, but he could tell that the Ruthless Great Emperor was telling her something.
Given his current strength, it seems he can't know too much.
He glanced around and saw that all three thousand peak Quasi-Saint cultivators were looking at him.
Then, without prior arrangement, they all rushed towards the chaos.
Ling Xiao and a group of powerful beings opened their Heavenly Eyes at this moment and clearly saw that the enormous Zixiao Palace had turned into dust.
Hongjun, Taiqing, Yuanshi, Kunpeng, Randeng...
Their figures were disheveled, their hair was unkempt, and their bodies were cracked and bleeding, like trapped beasts.
Those three thousand figures were suspended in the air, gradually becoming ethereal, and eventually disappearing completely.
Ling Xiao stood at the entrance of Nuwa Palace, his mind a complete mess.
What is real, and what is fake?
The most troublesome thing in the world is when a falconer gets pecked in the eye by a falcon!
But there are too many things beyond our control.
There are only three things Ling Xiao can do right now.
1. Continue to expand your influence, take on apprentices, seize opportunities, and grow bigger and stronger.
2. By using deception and trickery to manipulate the masses and enhance their understanding of the two great laws.
3. Obtain Heavenly Merit, and use Heavenly Merit to nourish the Heavenly Dao and Great Dao will within the millions of universes in your body, thereby enhancing your combat power.
However, now, one more thing needs to be added.
4. My own origins seem to be a mystery. Ten thousand years later, I will return. Who will I be? What is hidden behind the fog?
Could it be that the primordial world really exists, and that the man and woman really are my parents?
What exactly is this "darkness descending" that Liu Shen and the ruthless man spoke of...?
Understanding these things will probably take more than a short time.
Ling Xiao stopped thinking about these things. He never worried unnecessarily. These things were beyond his control, and he only needed to do what he could.
"Go and accumulate merits in the Heavenly Way first."
Ling Xiao was about to leave Nuwa's Heaven when he was stopped by Nuwa and the others.
Nuwa asked, "Fellow Daoist, is it true that the Lord of the Primordial Chaos said that Lingxiao will return in ten thousand years?"
At this moment, everyone who cares about Ling Xiao is filled with anticipation.
Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled, saying, "You don't need to attack Zixiao Palace anymore. It won't take ten thousand years; a thousand years will suffice. Ling Xiao will return on his own. How could my young master truly be killed?"
He aims to become a Great Sage within a thousand years!
Before revealing that he is not dead, he will not gain any increase in cultivation level.
So they left everyone with a hope: a thousand years later, he will be resurrected!
Ling Xiao was thinking that a thousand years later, when he became a Great Dao Saint, the first thing he would do upon his return was to seek revenge against Taiqing and Yuanshi.
Even if Hongjun saw that he had returned, there was nothing he could do.
He can protect everyone, and he can leave whenever he wants; no one can find that kind of person.
"Old man, I believe you!" Zhunti said, "I believe even more that my elder brother will not die!"
Jieyin laughed loudly, "We never expected that our eldest brother's true identity would be even more terrifying than we imagined."
When Ling Xiao, disguised as an old man with white hair, brushed past the two, he overheard their conversation and felt immensely gratified.
At this moment, everyone watched as the white-haired old man gradually walked away.
"His back view looks so lonely."
Changxi murmured softly.
At this moment, everyone discussed and decided to place the coffin in Nuwa's Heaven, waiting for Lingxiao to be resurrected and return a thousand years later.
However, although everyone said they believed Ling Xiao would return, they were ultimately not confident, because the possibility of a being whose true spirit was destroyed and whose primordial spirit was shattered being reborn and resurrected was extremely low.
There has been no exception throughout history.
However, the beings bound to Lingxiao still showed a hint of longing in their eyes.
The Lich and Demon races especially eagerly anticipate Lingxiao's resurrection.
Because they already knew that Ling Xiao had once transformed into the God of Fate to expose Hongjun as the mastermind behind everything.
For both clans, Lingxiao is their strongest ally.
Nuwa still wanted to lead her army into Zixiao Palace, but the Wu and Yao tribes understood that they had decided to take a gamble and perish together with Hongjun because Lingxiao had already died.
But now, things have taken a turn for the better!
If it's true, Lingxiao will return a thousand years from now.
He knows the most, and if he leads everyone to Zixiao Palace, the chances of defeating Hongjun will be greater.
The leaders of the Lich and Demon races gently advised Nuwa to wait a little longer.
Xihe, Changxi, Zhenyuanzi, Hongyun, and Minghe also tried to dissuade them, saying that they would come to Nuwa's Heaven a thousand years later.
They then took their leave.
"Senior Sister Nuwa, my elder brother's revenge must be taken, but we need to be patient for now. Thank you for your continued help! If you have any instructions in the future, please let us know, and we will carry them out!"
Jieyin and Zhunti bowed deeply to Nuwa, their eyes filled with reverence.
Nuwa did not accept the two people's grand gestures. Her graceful figure moved aside, and a ray of celestial light slowly lifted the two of them up.
If that's the case, then let's wait a little longer.
But she has no regrets about anything she did.
The next second, something unexpected happened!
A burst of spiritual energy erupted from the void of Nuwa's Heaven, tearing space apart.
Four figures appeared out of thin air.
It was Taiqing, Yuanshi, Kunpeng, and Randeng.
Taiqing and Yuanshi are both realms of the second level of Heavenly Sage.
Kunpeng and Randeng were forcibly boosted in cultivation by Hongjun, and are now both at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm.
After the three thousand sub-sages and powerful beings destroyed Zixiao Palace and disappeared, Hongjun sent these four people back to the prehistoric world.
But they did not return to the temple; instead, they came to this place.
As the saying goes, enemies meeting are bound to be extremely hostile.
Without saying a word, Jieyin and Zhunti unleashed a multitude of magical treasures and charged forward.
Seeing how decisive the two of them were, the four of them were momentarily dazed.
Ultimately, the Heavenly Saint was no match for the Great Dao Saint, and in a short time, the two were overpowered and beaten.
However, Kunpeng and Randeng took advantage of the chaos to attack Nuwa. Nuwa had previously relinquished her sainthood and become a cultivator at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm, so she fought against the two of them alone.
Fortunately, Fuxi was present and fought him to a standstill.
Suddenly, space in the distance was torn apart, and an old man with white hair and beard appeared. The moment he appeared, he raised his hand and two streams of magic power swept out.
The bodies of Kunpeng and Randeng were suddenly shattered, blood flowed through the sky, and their primordial spirits were forced out, trembling in the void, filled with terror.
"You two, does it hurt? If it does, get out of here quickly, or you'll really die here."
The old man appeared, smiled at Kunpeng, and wore a white robe with the front slightly open, the hem fluttering in the wind, showing his otherworldly and ethereal temperament.
A ball of light appeared in his hand, which turned out to be a book. This book flew to Nuwa's side.
(End of this chapter)