The old man leaning on his sword silently watched the man and dog standing before him, sinking into deep doubt.
Is this… the Space-Time Sword Saint?
But the legends say the Space-Time Sword Saint is cold and ruthless, a killing machine. Why does he seem a bit off?
And that dog, is it the Guardian Beast of Great Jin? In this state?
“Get up, get up, get up!”
The black-robed youth held the Cicada Song sword, continuously smacking the Big Yellow Dog’s rump, scolding it as he hit.
But the Big Yellow Dog was determined to play dead, not moving an inch.
“If you don’t get up, no more dog food for you! And not just that, I’ll make you mate with that hairless dog in the village!” Meng Qingzhou threatened, eyes wide.
This damn dog, finally had a chance to show off, descending grandly with him before the old man was killed, how majestic!
But it was ruined by this damn dog.
“What? That mangy hairless dog?”
The Sunlight Lord shivered, immediately standing up straight, glaring angrily at Huotu, baring his teeth and growling.
A warrior can be killed but not humiliated!
The thought of mating with that ugly hairless dog made his soul tremble; such a terrible thing must never happen!
“I really don’t know why the founding Emperor of Great Jin made you the Guardian Beast. You eat a lot, poop a lot, and do nothing but sleep all day.”
Meng Qingzhou continued to scold.
Halfway through his rant, Meng Qingzhou remembered the important matter at hand. He turned to face the rising sun in the west, sneering coldly:
“Good job, you bald donkey. Afraid of getting burned, so you pass the fire to Great Jin?”
“I think you’re like an old man hanging himself, tired of living. After I kill this Huotu, I’ll come to the Buddhist Kingdom to have a chat with you.”
The Buddha was speechless.
Buddy, are you getting cocky, or am I hearing things? Kill Huotu??
Do you even know your own strength?
“Then let this old monk observe how you plan to kill Huotu.”
Meng Qingzhou couldn’t be bothered with the Buddha, pointing at the giant creature before him, he said:
“Are you Huotu?”
“The so-called God of Calamity, a high-ranking god from the era of gods?”
Huotu looked down indifferently at the black-robed youth.
By absorbing fragments of principles and scattered powers from the Wilderness, he immediately learned the youth’s identity.
A Sword Saint of the path of Time and Space.
Half-step Sky-Reaching Realm, merely twenty years old.
“Unbelievable that someone can walk the path of Time and Space in this world.”
“Ant, offer your principles, and I can grant you a hundred lifetimes of immortality, endless wealth and glory.”
Huotu felt a faint emotion called joy, very weak.
The gods are not living beings but manifestations of power. Emotions like joy and anger only begin to form as their realm and strength increase.
They possess absolute rationality.
So, upon awakening, Huotu immediately set out to ignite the divine altar, preparing to sacrifice himself to revive the gods.
Everything was done for the greatest benefit.
It is difficult to fight against humanity alone, but if the gods are revived, there is a great chance.
“Tell me, was it Heaven-Watching who revived you?” Meng Qingzhou asked bluntly.
Before fighting, he had to clarify this point.
Upon hearing this, even the sun in the west focused on Huotu, and the Buddha was very concerned about this.
The revival of the gods would be a super event comparable to the unification of the two realms, leading to the birth of a new Human Emperor.
Huotu remained silent.
Gods are proud, disdainful of lying, especially to ants, but he did not want to reveal the truth, so he stayed silent.
But Meng Qingzhou and the Buddha were no ordinary people. Seeing Huotu’s silence, they immediately confirmed that Heaven-Watching, the mastermind, was finally making a move!
Meng Qingzhou’s expression turned cold, gripping the Cicada Song sword tightly.
Damn Heaven-Watching, truly deserves to die!
Suddenly.
A familiar voice rang in his ear: “Benefactor Meng, how about a deal?”
“Join hands with me to subdue Huotu. I will protect Great Jin for you, but in the future, when the Wilderness is unified, the fortune will be yours, and the territory will be mine. How about it?”
Meng Qingzhou said nothing, raising his middle finger towards the western sun.
Bald donkey, you’re dreaming.
Now that you realize Heaven-Watching’s wolfish ambitions, you want to cooperate? Too late!
Besides, the Buddha’s conditions were too harsh. Losing the territory, what would happen to the billions of citizens of Great Jin? All go to sea and build a floating kingdom?
What a joke.
“Young friend, I must remind you.”
“Cooperating with me is the best scenario. Do you know why the first Human Emperor only exiled and imprisoned the gods instead of killing them completely?”
“Because gods are immortal. They are manifestations of power. Even if their divine cores are shattered, they will eventually return with time, and in their full glory.”
“The first Human Emperor couldn’t kill them, only imprison and exile them.”
Pausing for a moment.
The Buddha’s voice grew heavy, continuing:
“But don’t be complacent. In the past, if gods were killed, their revival would indeed take a long time, long enough for you to grow.”
“But… now is the era of great changes! You know, I transformed into the Buddhist Kingdom, replacing a sliver of the Heavenly Dao, but was counterattacked by it. I can feel it, the Heavenly Dao has awakened!”
“The gods are the pieces of the Heavenly Dao on earth. At this critical moment, if a god is killed, the Heavenly Dao might accelerate their revival.”
“In other words.”
“Even if you manage to win today and kill a god, in a few dozen days, Huotu will return!”
“So you understand, we must join forces. I will help you break through to the Sky-Reaching Realm, and we will divide the Wilderness together in the future.”
Upon hearing this.
Meng Qingzhou spoke directly, loudly saying: “Bald donkey, is what you said true?”
The Buddha was shocked.
Damn!
Kid, don’t you know how to transmit your voice? Huotu is right here, is this appropriate?
“True.”
Suddenly, an untimely voice sounded.
Huotu spoke, glancing indifferently at the western sun, then stared at the black-robed youth:
“Gods are immortal, manifestations of power. I control the power of calamity. With the era of great changes and the revival of the Heavenly Dao, even if I die, I will return soon.”
“Ant, offer your principles of Time and Space, and I will grant you a divine core, transforming you into a god, immortal like me.”
The Buddha remained silent.
He had underestimated Huotu. This guy could actually eavesdrop on their conversation. The abilities of gods were indeed strange.
Meng Qingzhou slowly drew the Cicada Song sword, calmly saying:
“Sorry.”
“Both of your suggestions are good, but I refuse.”
“Gods are immortal?”
“Heh~”
“Then I’ll kill you every time you come! Two of you come, I’ll kill both. Just try me!”
With that.
Meng Qingzhou’s sword pointed straight at Huotu, the Sword Sense of Time and Space humming.
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