Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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But the Great Derivation Number was fifty, of which forty-nine were used, leaving only one elusive. This one was the variable, and it was the only glimmer of hope they could grasp.
But by then, the best opportunity had already passed. The battle for supremacy in the lower realms had reached a stalemate, the world was in turmoil, and destruction would begin in the upper realms. It was no longer possible to save everyone. The so-called “cutting off the tail to survive” meant sacrificing a portion of one’s own race in order to ensure the continuation of the entire species.
This news must not be spread, because once it got out, the world would only descend into even more terrifying turmoil, which would only hasten the arrival of destruction.
After Bai Ze secretly visited many trustworthy tribes, those tribes that knew the news tacitly concealed it, sending only those who could be sent to the lower realm. It was impossible to keep the news secret by having the entire tribe relocate to the lower realm; their fate was sealed. Even if they all moved to the lower realm this time and avoided the destruction of the upper realm, the destruction of the lower realm would inevitably be accelerated, and in the end, they would still not escape the fate of extermination.
Almost all the tribes that knew the news tacitly chose to send their young and strong members to the lower realm, and the excuse of assisting the Yellow Emperor was the best cover-up.
As someone in the know and the youngest among the older generation, Geng Chen had no choice but to shoulder this responsibility after a private conversation with his elder brother.
He concealed all his grief and worries, pretending that nothing had happened, and like other tribes, led his people to the lower realm to support the Yellow Emperor.
The Jiuli tribe, led by Chi You, was an unprecedentedly powerful enemy. It took the combined efforts of many tribes for them to barely achieve a pyrrhic victory. Chi You, who was defeated and killed in battle, was filled with resentment, and his deep-seated hatred caused the land to become barren, with the barrenness even showing a tendency to spread.
On Bai Ze’s advice, the Yellow Emperor, together with several powerful demons who knew the truth, used their combined strength to create a small world and suppressed Chi You’s head within it.
Next came the planned separation of heaven and earth.
The Yellow Emperor was seriously injured in the Battle of Zhuolu and had to abdicate in favor of Zhuanxu, who then continued the plan.
Severing the connection between the upper and lower realms also severed the communication of spiritual energy. As the spiritual energy in the lower realm gradually thinned, Zhuanxu’s actions unsurprisingly met with a strong backlash. The Yellow Emperor and Bai Ze stepped in to temporarily appease some tribes, but many powerful tribes did not trust their vague explanations, and many great demons began to attempt to break through the barrier between the upper and lower realms.
They were powerless to stop it and could only watch helplessly as they were reduced to ashes by the divine punishment.
The terrifying divine punishment made no one dare to mention reopening the Path to Heaven for a short time, but at the same time, the situation they faced became even more severe— many witch gods and even many tribes disappeared without a trace.
Bai Ze, who was already very weak at the time, said that this was the price to pay for preserving a sliver of hope.
It was fair to let Heaven decide who lives and who dies.
Only then did Geng Chen truly understand the meaning of Bai Ze’s words, “Under the Way of Heaven, all living beings are the same.”
He personally escorted Ji Xian to the Northern Desert, and afterwards, he led Ying Qiao and the remaining members of his tribe to seek refuge in the Southern Swamp. But even so, the remaining members of his tribe still perished one after another.
Of the clansmen who descended to the mortal realm with him, only he, Ying Qiao, and Ji Xian, who was far away in the Northern Desert, remained.
Geng Chen also tried to contact his elder brother in the upper realm using secret methods, but any message he sent was like a stone sinking into the sea, with no response.
He often looked up at the sky when no one was around. The sky was blue and the clouds were white, just like always. He dared not think too deeply about what had happened in the upper realm, or whether it had been destroyed. He simply counted the days, living in constant fear that one day Ji Xian or Ying Qiao would disappear without a trace.
Such days of constant anxiety were always hard to endure. Occasionally, when he was really upset and afraid that Ying Qiao would discover something was amiss, he would sneak off to wander around the human settlements.
Time passed gradually until one day Bai Ze came to find him again, saying that he had finally found a turning point— at that time, countless great demons had fallen one after another, and the demon race was no longer as powerful as before. They could no longer sit idly by and wait for death.
Bai Ze said: The human race is their turning point.
As the witch god clan declined from its peak, other races were bound to rise to prominence in response.
Bai Ze predicted that the next race to rise to prominence would be the human race.
Perhaps by taking advantage of the human race’s fortune, they could preserve as many of their remaining members as possible.
After discussing it, Geng Chen and many other powerful demons who knew the situation began to help the human race as much as possible, so that the human race could make its path to revival smoother.
With more contact with humans, Geng Chen gradually changed his view of this seemingly weak race and gained many insights.
Originally, as time passed, the human race would prosper, the crisis of the demon race would be resolved, and he would be able to relieve the burden on his shoulders and breathe a sigh of relief. However, he never expected that his time would come before Ying Qiao and Ji Xian.
When he sensed this moment, Geng Chen had already made up his mind.
He went to see Bai Ze in person.
He was not attached to life and death, but he couldn’t let go of Ying Qiao and Ji Xian. He wanted to ask Bai Ze to cast a divination for Ji Xian and Ying Qiao, and then ask Zhuanxu to secretly watch over them.
Unexpectedly, Bai Ze’s divination revealed an even more serious situation in Ying Qiao.
— Chi You reappeared, and the world returned to chaos.
The ominous divination result caught them completely off guard. Bai Ze almost exhausted his life force before he could deduce even a slight clue.
They had to devise a new strategy, and he happened to be nearing the end of his life, being a powerful dragon, making him the most suitable candidate.
Thus, he helped King Yu cast the Nine Tripods, infusing a wisp of dragon soul into the tripods. After thousands of years of chaotic waiting, he finally awoke at the last moment and remembered all the plans.
Geng Chen did not treat Jiang Chi as an ignorant child, but told him the plan as completely as possible. Then, he skillfully split his soul in two and said gently, “It will hurt a little. Can you bear it?”
Jiang Chi nodded firmly.
Geng Chen’s gaze softened, and he said, “Don’t be afraid,” before forcibly inserting half of his divine soul into Jiang Chi’s body.
The feeling of having another person’s soul forcibly inserted into his body was no different from a sharp blade directly churning his soul. The intense pain made Jiang Chi grit his teeth, but he managed not to make a sound.
After doing all this, Geng Chen gently patted Jiang Chi on the head and whispered, “Go to sleep. When it’s time, I’ll wake you up.”
Jiang Chi, whose head was throbbing, finally closed his eyes wearily after being comforted by him…
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Gonggong listened to the fierce roars coming from the cauldron and finally smiled with satisfaction.
He raised his hand to recall the Nine Cauldrons, leaped aside to avoid Jiang Chi’s attack, looked at his dark red eyes filled with resentment and violence, and clapped his hands, saying, “Looking at it this way, he’s not much different from the Taotie.”
Seeing Jiang Chi growl and about to pounce again, he waved his hand, creating a passage in the air, and pointed to the obviously very irritable Taotie at the other end of the passage, saying: “Go, let me see who among you is worthy of being the true God of War.”
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