Seeing that the Wingfolk Guardian had agreed, Chen Yi restrained his cultivation aura. The surrounding space finally stopped collapsing and returned to normal.
“That’s more like it. Friendly cooperation! In the future, it may not be impossible for our two realms to restore the golden age of old and exchange resources and knowledge. Everyone benefits!”
The Furuishen stared at Chen Yi as if pondering something.
“You really are Humanity’s Dao Protector?”
“Genuine as they come!”
“The golden age you mentioned should refer to the time when the Human Emperor Palace still existed several tens of thousands of years ago, right? Back then, the various planes of the Void Realm revolved around the Human Realm. Everyone communicated with and supported one another, working together to seek the Dao and pursue immortality.”
Chen Yi had heard similar stories in ancient texts from the Human Realm, as well as from the older generation of Dao Protectors.
It seemed that the Wing Realm also longed for those days.
“Exactly. Look at how wonderful things were back then. We weren’t all enemies, unlike now, when everyone fights realm wars until they’re battered and bloody, locked in struggles to the death. Tsk, tsk, tsk…”
“The first person to initiate the realm wars and confirm that they could aid one’s ascension to immortality was the last Human Emperor of your Human Realm.”
“Let bygones be bygones. There’s no need to bring it up.”
After the subject of realm wars came up, Chen Yi asked several more questions, hoping to learn what the Wingfolk knew about the war that had swept across the Void Realm for tens of thousands of years.
The Furuishen and the Wingfolk Guardian’s understanding of the realm wars was broadly the same as that of Patriarch Shen and the demon race.
The Void Realm had a limit on cultivation. The late stage of Qi Transformation was its absolute peak. For the prodigies of the various races, that ceiling was obviously far too low to accept.
They wanted to go to the Material Realm, but for some unknown reason, no one could ascend there.
Having experienced his sixth simulation, Chen Yi knew a little about the truth. The Thunder Pool Jinhai had mentioned was probably what prevented the people of the Void Realm from ascending.
Thus, the batch of Void Realm prodigies from tens of thousands of years ago—who, as it now appeared, were most likely connected to the Human Emperor Palace—had thought of a solution.
They would bypass the Material Realm and ascend directly to the Immortal Realm!
To accomplish that in the Void Realm would require an enormous amount of resources and energy.
A single plane could never provide enough.
What could they do?
Naturally, they had to unite the strength of countless planes.
But then came the question: Why should anyone give you their resources instead of keeping them for themselves?
Such an irreconcilable conflict would inevitably end with war as the solution.
And it would not be a war that lasted for only one generation.
There were simply too many planes in the Void Realm.
They would need to fight through dozens of generations, perhaps even hundreds, with their descendants carrying on the struggle endlessly—all for the sake of allowing some future generation to achieve true ascension to the Immortal Realm!
“That was the original idea. But in reality, after tens of thousands of years, the nature of the realm wars has changed on many planes.”
The Wingfolk Guardian explained this to Chen Yi.
At least in the Wing Realm, no one cared anymore about the ultimate purpose of the realm wars.
What did war mean?
Military merit.
And what did military merit mean?
A path to advancement.
Now, if the Furuishen announced that the wars would be stopped completely so everyone could rest and rebuild, he would be stripped from his throne the very next day.
The powerful figures and great clans of the Wingfolk would select another supreme ruler who supported the continuation of the war.
The Wingfolk had been launching realm wars for many years, winning far more often than they lost.
As a result, the Wing Realm was not lacking in resources.
They continued fighting not because they still cared about the original goal, but because the enormous war machine and its institutions had already become impossible to stop.
Some planes, meanwhile, were desperately short of resources. To obtain more, they had also thrown themselves into the realm wars.
“In other words, among the Void Realm, which has now descended into total chaos, very few people truly care about the goal of the realm wars. Everyone is merely taking advantage of the shortcuts and benefits that war provides. Some are defending themselves passively, while others believe that the best defense is to attack.”
The Furuishen nodded.
“I once encountered a more detailed legend concerning the realm wars on a certain plane. It never mentioned that complete victory in the realm wars would allow one to become an immortal.”
“Then what do the realm wars truly concern?”
“The writing was too ancient. I could only recognize part of it and had no way of determining its exact meaning. It seemed to say that the wars were meant to resist something.”
“The people of the Void Realm are fighting among themselves. What could they possibly be resisting?”
“That, I do not know.”
In truth, the Furuishen did not care about the matter either.
Even if he lived several more lifetimes, he would never see the end of the realm wars.
Maintaining his position was the only thing he needed to worry about in this life.
“Right, there’s one more thing. My Human Realm’s Sun-Moon Pagoda has been placed here in your territory. Someone may come to covet it or try to destroy it. If you discover anyone attempting to harm the Earth Spirit, remember to eliminate them and send word to me at once!”
The Furuishen and the Wingfolk Guardian immediately became unhappy again.
“So that’s your real objective, isn’t it? You want to use the Wingfolk’s strength to deal with your enemies?”
Chen Yi waved his hands with a smile.
“A man who only dares to hide in dark corners isn’t worthy of being called my enemy.”
“If someone capable of opposing a powerhouse at your level appears, our Wingfolk may not be able to contend with them. I do not wish to see our people suffer casualties for your sake. If anyone tries to harm your Sun-Moon Pagoda, the most I can do is find a way to send word to the Human Realm. I cannot possibly fight such an enemy.”
The Wingfolk now claimed to rank among the top five in the Void Realm’s records of realm-war victories.
They naturally possessed the ability to cross world barriers. Sending a message to the Human Realm would pose no difficulty.
Xuanlan Five, that unlucky fool, had been delayed for more than a hundred years before reaching the Human Realm only because he wanted to monopolize the path to ascension and had refused to cooperate with the authorities.
“No. That person is capable of destroying the Five-Element Root Artifacts. If you don’t stop him, by the time I arrive, the Sun-Moon Pagoda will be nothing but a pile of spare parts. What would be the point of my coming then?”
“Even so, I cannot risk the fate of my entire race to help you!”
Chen Yi sighed helplessly and once again released the aura of his cultivation in the Absolute Land Realm.
The Wing Realm began to collapse again.
Well, damn.
The Furuishen and the Wingfolk Guardian were both on the verge of tears.
Agreeing carried risks.
But refusing carried no risks at all—because the entire world would be gone!
The Wingfolk Guardian gave in once more. He seemed much easier to deal with than the Furuishen.
“Rest assured! We will arrange an elite force of ten late-stage Qi Transformation cultivators to guard the Earth Spirit in shifts!”
The Furuishen was displeased.
“Guardian, you…”
“God, think carefully. If the ‘That Person’ mentioned by Humanity’s Dao Protector returns to destroy the Sun-Moon Pagoda, and he truly possesses the ability to destroy the Five-Element Root Artifacts, then he will certainly harm our Earth Spirit as well. We should be stopping him in the first place.”
“But this troublesome matter would never have fallen on us if not for…”
He did not finish speaking.
Before Chen Yi’s absolute power, the Furuishen had no choice but to yield.
Even so, Chen Yi still offered him some reassurance.
“Don’t be angry. The one who plans to destroy the Human Realm’s Five-Element Root Artifacts won’t stop with the Human Realm. The artifacts in every plane are his targets, and naturally, that includes the ones in your Wing Realm as well.
“All I’m doing is having you participate ahead of time in this struggle against the Black Hand.”
The Wingfolk Guardian gave a bitter smile.
“You really are a considerate man…”
With everything that needed to be discussed settled, Chen Yi worked together with the Wingfolk Guardian to place the Sun-Moon Pagoda inside the Wing Realm’s Earth Spirit, where it could be nurtured.
The Earth Spirit did not even need to be persuaded. Upon seeing that the Sun-Moon Pagoda was damaged, it immediately took the initiative to assume responsibility for repairing it.
It was not that the Earth Spirit could not tell that the pagoda did not belong to its own plane. Even knowing that, it was still willing to expend its spirituality to restore it.
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nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
