[Heh, do you really think of yourself as a savior?]
[Stop pretending. Admit it—you regret destroying your own path to immortality for the sake of unrelated mortals, don’t you?]
[Cast off that hypocritical mask and embrace your true self. Only then can you reach the other shore!]
The grand voice pierced Fang Fan’s heart with every word.
Fang Fan fell silent for a moment before speaking slowly, “What if I remain ‘hypocritical’ for my entire life?”
[Still stubborn, are you? Fine. You have fifty points left. This will be your final choice—life or death, decided in a single thought.]
As the words faded, the two massive trays of the scale reappeared, each bearing a continent.
On the left continent, a towering figure sat alone atop a mountain peak, suppressing the abyss and holding back the extraterrestrial demons, shielding all living beings.
On the right was the same world, but time had flowed differently. The great figure had perished, and centuries later, the world had forgotten the grace of his protection. His descendants were met with cruelty, his once-mighty family reduced to a single little girl begging on the streets, enduring endless torment.
[See? This is the price of being a savior. The world fears power, not virtue. Their ugliness hides beneath the light, but when the sun extinguishes, their true nature is revealed!]
[Now, make your choice!]
[Will you choose the left—to continue protecting this world for a lifetime?]
[Or the right—to become the Demon Lord and wage war against the entire world?]
Fang Fan fell silent once more.
“Tsk tsk tsk, Ziwei is still young. Eighty Golden Immortals aren’t enough—let’s make it eight hundred. Eight hundred should last us a good while!”
At the second trial, the Five Elements Mountain, Chen Yi had just finished conducting entry physicals and soul integrity tests on eighty Golden Immortal talents before turning his gaze toward the clustered immortals of the Celestial Realm.
“Not good! All clansmen, tighten the formation! Stay alert!”
Feng Jinhuang, the Great Luo Ancestor of the Primordial Heart-Soul Clan, sensed danger and immediately ordered a defensive retreat.
But it was useless.
With their magic sealed and only their frail physical bodies to rely on, how could they resist the unrestrained might of King Chen Yi?
The other five ancient clans, at least, had sturdy physiques and some brute strength. A wall of Immortal Realm experts could hold the line, making it costly to snatch people from them. Plus, the harsh environment of the Five Elements Mountain required them to mine resources first.
So, naturally…
Chen Yi decided to pick on the delicate, ostracized Primordial Heart-Soul Clan, who weren’t even allowed to mine!
Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh!
Eighty Chaos-Colored Pearls flashed, instantly tearing through the defensive formation and abducting sixty more Golden Immortals—along with one Immortal Realm expert!
It wasn’t that Chen Yi didn’t want more Golden Immortal “materials”—it was just that the Primordial Heart-Soul Clan didn’t have any more to offer.
With one Great Luo Ancestor leading, nine Immortal Realm elders overseeing, and only a hundred and forty Golden Immortals in tow—compared to the other five clans, each boasting at least two hundred Golden Immortals—the Primordial Heart-Soul Clan’s fertility rate was clearly lacking.
“Why? Why?!”
“Why target my clan specifically? Can’t you see how many they have?!”
“And we didn’t even touch the resources here! They’re the ones digging up the land, yet you ignore them and come for us? Guardian Spirit of this land, are you blind?!”
Feng Jinhuang stared at the remaining eight Immortal Realm clansmen, her mentality shattered.
The five ancient clans in the distance watched coldly, unmoved. After a moment of contemplation, they began murmuring among themselves.
“Confirmed. The Guardian Spirit’s power can suppress Golden Immortals at most. It struggles against Immortal Realm experts.”
“If we use Immortal Realm experts as a defensive wall, we can advance safely while Golden Immortals mine.”
“Progress might be slow, but it’s steady. I agree with this strategy.”
“One more thing—how should we divide the mined resources? By individual acquisition or by elemental attribute exchange?”
“I propose we mix and evenly distribute all Five Elements ores. Each clan gets an equal share. This way, we avoid conflict and diversify our gains. Thoughts?”
“Agreed.”
“Though my clan’s affinity is only for Water-attributed ores, to maintain harmony, I accept equal distribution and joint development.”
“You’re cornering me here. My clan has the most members and contributes the most—why should we split equally? Fine, for harmony’s sake, joint development it is.”
“Heh, still scheming at a time like this? If that’s how it is, my clan can’t accept this ‘favor.’ We withdraw. Let’s see if your defensive circle holds without us!”
“Enough, enough. We’re all struggling here. No need for hostility…”
“……”
After some internal squabbling, the five ancient clans ultimately settled on joint development.
After all, the hidden Guardian Spirit was still a terrifying presence. The more Immortal Realm experts they had, the stronger their defenses.
Losing one clan wouldn’t just shrink their formation—it would leave them vulnerable to the Guardian Spirit’s ambush!
“Oh? Not bad. Keep mining obediently. When you’re done… I won’t hold back!” Chen Yi’s lips curled slightly.
Did the five clans think he couldn’t handle Immortal Realm experts?
True, his one-star avatar had limits—it couldn’t easily break an Immortal Realm body. But a two-star avatar? That threshold was nothing.
Without their magic, their most annoying advantage sealed, what chance did they have against pure physical might?
Chen Yi shook his head and turned back to conducting health checks on his newly acquired Primordial Heart-Soul Clan Golden Immortals—and one Immortal Realm expert.
Meanwhile…
After a long silence, Little Fang finally made his choice.
“You’re right. Maybe I am hypocritical. I’m not fit to be a savior.”
“I truly can’t bear to see suffering in this world. Because there is light, I chose to protect that hope—unto death. But if that light exists only because of me, and dies with me… then I’d rather the heavens had never brightened at all.”
[So, your choice is?]
The grand voice brimmed with anticipation.
Fang Fan took a deep breath and spoke slowly, “I will protect hope—but I will not create it. If this world was born in darkness, then I shall make it darker still.”
With those words, Fang Fan raised his foot and slashed downward—severely cutting off the left path, the path of the savior!
The scale instantly tipped. As the chains shattered, the towering figure on the left let out a sorrowful sigh.
Then, along with the radiant world on the right, it plummeted into the abyss of darkness, vanishing without a trace—as if it had never existed.
[You destroyed a world with your own hands. Such sin is unforgivable—you are unworthy of being human!]
[Deduct fifty points. Remove your head and erase your true soul!]
The moment the words fell, Fang Fan’s vision darkened, and his consciousness plunged into endless cold and void.
As his consciousness began to scatter, only one thought remained in his mind:
"Damn that stupid scale and its idiotic choices—I swear to !"
But just then, an ethereal voice echoed unexpectedly in his mind.
"Big brother, are you angry?"
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