Chapter Eighty-Four: Do Not Fear

ou, your name is everywhere. The number one inner palace in the world, quite impressive!”Jiang Wang smiled and said, "When you came to collect the title of champion, you were quite impressive!"Zhao Ru...Broken time will eventually recover, the river flowing against the current will eventually move forward. If there is a truly eternal truth in the world, "time moves forward" must be one of them.

The Godxiao world is a vibrant and complete world, it must have its own order of time and space. 。

Master Xing Nian, in the previous scheme, created a temporal labyrinth, separating the time of Shenxiao from that of the demon realm.

This, in itself, utilizes the world rules of Shenxiao Land. In other words, detaching from the time of the demon realm and establishing its own temporal order is precisely what Shenxiao Land seeks. 。Even without a teacher of Zen, it will still move in this direction. 。 。As the situation unfolded to this point, Fei Guang's destruction shattered and reshaped the temporal order of Shen Xiao land. 。This is undoubtedly revolutionary, and the world has leaped forward because of it. 。A group of young monsters serving in the Shenxiao Bureau, it was during this time of shattered temporal order that they caught a glimpse of the true inscription left behind by the ancient King Shenxiao. 。As for now, in the process of reshaping the temporal order, I am returning to this shore. 。This process was originally smooth sailing. 。The risk of peering into historical truths has been erased by the stele of true words, and returning to the "present" that has restored order should not pose any problems. 。But in that endless fleeting light, there arose such a voice. 。It was weak, old, and suffering. 。"Hold on, young one! Slow your pace!" The endless stream of light, which had been rushing by with such incredible speed, seemed to pause at this very moment. 。A ray of light leaped out from the river of time, allowing viewers to see its true form: a white feather bathed in golden light, fluttering upon the sacred mountain. 。The conversation before the True Words Stele had been abruptly cut short, and the feelings at that time seemed to have remained there. 。

Still on Mount Shen, in front of the Fountain of Youth

Lu Qilang pressed his hand against his sword, but did not draw it. Yang Yuji clasped her hands together and chanted a sutra silently. 。If a spider's web has no strings left, only one broken string humming softly, softly... 。The fountain of youth kept a steady, silent rhythm with its bubbling. 。"Are we back" Chai Si asked his most trusted ancient god in his heart. 。The ancient god did not speak, the ancient god also needed to observe. 。But as the gaze shifts, this question no longer needs to be asked. 。The summit is unknown and endless, with a treacherous path winding its way up the mountain. 。Spring water gurgles and flows, beyond the mountains are white clouds and blue skies. 。Everything on the mountain seemed unchanged. 。Besides the Fountain of Youth, that figure who sat on the bluestone slab where Zhu Lanruo had previously shattered her zither strings was still there. 。That was a figure with straw-colored hair, dressed in grey and white feathers, so frail it seemed that a gentle breeze could blow it away. 。 。Among the deep forests where myriad demons trod, on the slopes of the divine mountain. 。Emerging from the deep forest, the spring of immortality stood nestled in a winding bend of the mountain path. 。Whether intentionally or not, all the demons were scattered around the Spring of Immortality. 。If the spider had been by the Immortal Spring from the very beginning, it would have been closest to the spring water. 。

Yuan Mengji is unyielding because of his lack of desires, while Chai A Si is worried that the ancient gods will find it too difficult to deal with the celestial demons, so he keeps a low profile for the sake of the ancient gods. Therefore, the two are very tacitly keeping their distance from the immortal spring and instead getting closer to the deep forest where the path is hidden.

If Zhuran usually approached this closely, Yu Meng would have been overjoyed and his face would have crinkled with delight long ago. 。But at this moment, he not only moved himself to the side but also pulled Chai A Siu, who was trying to squeeze out a smile, along with him. 。Unconcerned by the undercurrents among these minor demons, the solitary figure sitting by the spring on a greenstone bench slowly spoke: "My name is He Hua Ting. I have met all of you. Due to my humble appearance and lack of refinement, I am ashamed to show myself and thus cannot properly greet you. Please forgive me." 。At this point halfway up the mountain, everything was quiet for a moment. 。That scene flying out from the stream of light, and that sound rising from the endless rushing stream of light, indeed brought too much shock. 。Lu Qilang looked at Zhu Lanruo and transmitted, "You said that the one who moved the Fountain of Eternal Youth to the Shenxiao realm, wanting to use this to lay out a plan for the world and continue the myth, what is his name"

Zhu Lanruo did not speak.

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He Hua Ting, He Hua Ting

At the end of the ancient times, the powerful being named Heqing Song was the one who took the Fountain of Youth from the mortal world. 。Many years later, He Qing's soul died, and the spring of immortality also ceased to flow. 。After changing hands and places many times. 。Hè Qìng Sōng's descendant, Hé Huá Tíng, reclaimed the withered Spring of Immortality and made plans in the divine realm of Shénxiāo. However, he ultimately failed. It is said that he had died countless years ago, so how could he be here now

And why would he speak to them Perhaps they have not all returned yet, still on their journey through time! This solitary figure seated on the bluestone and facing away from the crowd of demons spoke: "Young friend, what are you curious about me Why not ask me directly" He had actually heard Lù Qī Láng's telepathic transmission and acknowledged his guess. 。Although startled, Lu Qilang remained composed and bowed gracefully: "If you truly are Master He Hua from the Crane Flower Pavilion, why not turn around and show yourself"His voice was clear as he drew his slender sword at his waist and tied his hair with a jade crown. "You claim to be from the past yet refuse to reveal your true face." 。To be addressed by such a multitude of little demons, my heart is inevitably filled with trepidation. 。"You wait..." He Hua Ting said, "Really want to see me" "If the senior is willing to grace us with their presence, of course we want to see..." 。"Bear thought to himself in a low voice, 'To come see you, I wouldn't lose anything.'" 。"Namo Guangwang Ru Lai!" Yang Yu clasped his palms together and chanted the Buddha's name, indicating his recognition. 。"Namo Yasha Rulai!" Shura added, quickly following up with a louder voice. 。Although everyone here at the Heavenly Secret Bureau has their own aspirations and competes with each other, 。But toward this suddenly emerged extremely eerie Crushing Flower Pavilion, the monsters present had a feeling of danger, inevitably uniting against it. 。In such an atmosphere, Chai A Si's obsequious smile stood out rather awkwardly. 。He stammered, "To see the true faces of the sages, how fortunate I am! However, even Crane Flower Pavilion cannot bear the title of 'sages.'" 。It was his ancestor He Qing Song who deserved such a title, which is quite a stretch. 。But he laughed. 。The laughter suddenly stopped, replaced by a strained, rattling sound. 。Just chuckled softly twice, but it seemed like a huge effort. He sounded out of breath, lowered his head to support his knees, and took deep breaths. The monsters present were young, but they were all cautious, none of them wanting to take advantage of the situation. 。After a while, He Hua Ting finally caught her breath. 。He said weakly, "I've worked so hard, just so that the younger generations would mention me, to have such a title..." 。For the pursuit of fame and fortune, both past and present, is a common human experience. 。Listeners can indeed read his longing from this voice. 。He probably once truly had such an imagination, a grand goal... but he ultimately became a failure. 。Then he began to turn. 。With a great ancient god by his side, Chai A Si was actually the most relaxed person on the scene. He even had time to flirt and chuckled, "See Isn't this what it means to have a heart that resonates" Huahua Pavilion completely turned around. 。Chai A Si's spirit, can't take it anymore. 。How does he look like He said that he "was of humble appearance and unsightly features, ashamed to show his ugliness," quite modest indeed. 。Dull hair, like straw, piled atop his head 。The wrinkles were so deep, they could have killed a fly. 。Its eyes seemed to have sunk into the back of its head, with only two faint points of light, still describing this living creature. 。His skin and face seemed to have no flesh left, only wrinkled skin clinging to his bones. 。That garment, which should have been most precious, was like a piece draped over a bamboo frame. 。All signs of life should have vanished, yet there it was, struggling like someone trying to prick their flesh with a toothpick. It looked incredibly painful just to watch. 。He silently watched all the creatures present, a silent terror 。Chai A Si was terrified and immediately sought reassurance from the Great Ancient God: "What's this old man's background" The Great Ancient God simply said, "Don't act rashly" 。The true meaning of the Shenxiao world is "infinite possibilities." It forms the fundamental rules of this world and is a major reason why so many powerful individuals seek to establish themselves here. 。Just like the world's true meaning of the Shan Hai Jing, is "fantasy into reality". 。It is entirely possible that in this world of Shenxiao, Jiang Wang could return home safely with the Zhiwen Bell. 。But where such a possibility might be, is unknown. 。How this could be realized, I don't know. 。

Unlimited possibilities do not equal getting what you want.

Anything is possible, but you might not be able to do anything. 。As the saying goes, "While heaven and earth may lend their strength, it is still up to heroes to seek it out themselves." 。“Possibilities need to be sought out by oneself, and even more so, they need to be grasped by oneself.” 。Jiang Wang hadn't figured out yet how to pave the way home. 。...was then brought to the Stele of Truth by the chaotic flow of time... 。Before the history of "There are no people in the world" had even been digested, it was once again intercepted here by Hehua Pavilion. 。He had no idea what this thing was, its ins and outs. Hè Huá Tíng spoke again, using his thread-like voice: "Since you've seen my true face, why not bow to me" The atmosphere instantly grew tense. 。Yang Yu, Shu Jia Lan each show respect to the Buddha, Lu Qi Lang Zhu Lan Ru each have their own pride, She Gu Yu has his own path, even Pig Dali has aspirations in his heart. Dog Xi Hua closely follows Yang Yu, Yuan Meng Ji just wants to go home... Among these young demon clans, who would worship him Such a shriveled and bony monster! Only Chai A Si laughed loudly, with no hesitation, bowed deeply: "Junior, meet senior ancestor!" He Hua Ting's gaze fell on him, slowly said: "You are..." 。"Chai A Si smiled honestly: "First come, first served, the elder is respected." 。

He had taken everything from me, and I was forced to bow before him.

Hēhuá Tíng slowly moved his gaze, those languid eyes seemed to dismantle everything they saw, as he strained to say: "I arrived here in the third year of Yuán Xī's reign, you all came from which year" His words undoubtedly made it clear that all the demon tribes present were brought by him to a specific time fragment in the past.

To be precise, it is in the year three thousand nine hundred and twenty-two of the Yuanksi era, in the realm of Shenxiao. 。The young demon race looked at each other in dismay. 。In the end, it was still 鹿七郎 who said: “The Emperor Yuan Xi has been gone for a long time, and the demon clan no longer needs this year name.” 。"Yuan Xi" was the era name of the third-generation demon emperor of Xin Jie, who reigned in the past. After his death, history also recorded him as "Emperor Yuan Xi" or "Demon Emperor Yuan Xi". 。In the mirrored world, Jiang Wang furrowed his brows. 。Because this year, it happens to be the Year of the Dog in the Taoist calendar. 。Though Yuan Xi San Jiu Er Er and Dao Li have nothing to do with each other, the fact that these two times coincide so coincidentally makes him deeply suspicious of all the coincidences in the Shenxiao world now. 。

The Crane Hua Pavilion by the Fountain of Youth, grinned widely.

This smile is more terrifying than when not smiling. 。His teeth had all fallen out, leaving only a pitted and cratered gums! He said with great difficulty: "You don't have to be afraid" 。There is currently nothing that exists, able to influence us. 。"How could I not be afraid!This clearly means that reinforcements from outside the Shenxiao world are completely unable to reach here!After experiencing the Shenxiao world's exit through time and space, Xingnian Zen Master's innocence from beyond the heavens, and at this very moment, after the chaos of time, Hehua Pavilion trapped them in the Shenxiao world of Yuan Xi San Jiu Er Er years. " 。He could probably say that the players outside Mo Yun City, those powerful beings who had been watching this place for a long time, could no longer interfere in this game! Now, what these young demon clans need to understand most is… why did He Hua Ting trap them in this time fragment In the era when Yuan Xi Yao Huang ruled the ancient imperial city, he was able to regain the Fountain of Immortality and lay out the Divine Thunder Land. At that time, he was at least a Heavenly Demon level... 。Then there's still one key question 。After experiencing last year's failure, in this current state, just how much strength can Hekuating exert"Youngster >>> 。"Hèhuá tíng looked at Chái sì, and smiled softly: "You're the best, come here... Come to your old ancestor." 。Let me talk to you. 。"Chai Si looked there, his feet as if nailed to the ground, still as a statue. 。The sound of swallowing was so clear. 。"What shall I do" he asked the great ancient gods in his heart. 。Even the great ancient gods would want to know what to do. 。Let you talk big, let you flatter! Now that I'm back home, there's no way to be as honest and straightforward as Zhu Dali. Let those demon kings try it out first, give me more time to observe this Hehua Pavilion! "No!" 。The great ancient god, in the end, merely pointed and spoke concisely. 。Whatever happens, delaying for a while is better than not doing anything at all. 。"Or maybe... forget it" Chai Si looked at the gloomy Hehua Pavilion and said in a consultative tone: "I have parents to care for, children to raise, and a wife waiting for me back in Mowun City." 。"Do you have a daughter-in-law" Hehe smiled, "It's great to have a daughter-in-law waiting for you." 。It's understandable that you don't want to keep company with this old geezer. 。He seemed to ponder for a moment, his gaze shifting before settling on Xiong Sansi. With a feeble voice, he said: "You said just now that meeting me wouldn't make you lose anything." 。“I did say that.” 。Bear Three thought. 。This sounds like a conversation between two terminally ill patients, because the voices are so painful. 。Huahua Pavilion slowly, almost one word at a time, said: "Then let me tell you now, when you see me, you should be less..." 。"Be less superficial, less pretentious, and less deceitful." 。Chai A Si shrank his neck, he was all false pretense and empty words. 。But see the Crane Flower Pavilion side against the Unold Spring water, extending a withered finger, pointing at the water surface, lightly drawing a line: “This place, do not speak falsehoods” 。He who utters falsehoods will drown in the water like a reflection of the moon. 。The fountain of youth gurgled, "glug, glug, glug," as if it were boiling. 。A straight water ripple, starting from the Unold Spring and extending to the other end, split the surface of the water, dividing the spring equally. 。Divide it into two halves, east and west. If true, waves will rise in the east; if false, waves will rise in the west. 。This ripple, as if dividing the ethereal realm of Yuan Xi's 3922 year. 。In the unseen, there is a law that births... 。All participants from the Shenxiao world present felt the restrictions. 。Bound by words, governed by one's heart. 。He Hua Ting quietly looked at Xiong Sanshi: "I am asking you a question now, you must answer truthfully." 。This statement is like a golden rule, a sword at one's throat. Once spoken, it cannot be questioned. 。In the mirror world, Jiang Wang had a vague sense of several realizations at this time. 。As for these younger generations of demonic clansmen who appear before him, He Hua Ting is undoubtedly not well-intentioned. 。But now the Cranehua Pavilion is too weak. 。Whether it's for killing or for anything else, he can only rely on his past experience at the peak and his management of "The Divine Xiaoworld of 3922 in the Yuan Xi era"... Using complex "game rules" to manipulate his arrangements, thus achieving his goals. 。

With just one ounce of effort, you can move a ton.

But "speaking with truth," what kind of terrifying tactic is that

Just as Jiang Wang was pondering this, he heard He Hua Ting slowly ask, "Where are you from"painless."After all, they were their own soldiers. Losing one was losing a part of themselves, so naturally, he wanted to treat them with respect and play chess with them. Wang Yiwu explained helpfull...