ragginovel Chapter 201 If you disagree, you can't do it.
Chapter 201 If you disagree, you can't do it.
Chapter 202 If you disagree, you can't do it.
This was, of course, the best outcome Wen Tianren could come up with.
Another possibility is that a war will never break out.
However, at this moment, this place is probably already shrouded in the divine sense of the Six Paths Supreme Saint.
As long as he does the right thing, whatever the outcome, it will be entirely beneficial to him.
As for whether a real war will ultimately break out?
Only God knows.
Lu Jianghe seemed to see through his thoughts and said bluntly, "You're overthinking it. Although it's not enough to change the world, it's still easy for me to let anyone know who I'm standing in."
The implication is...
At this moment, even if the divine sense of the Six Paths Supreme Saint swept over, as long as Lu Jianghe did not wish, he would not be able to detect the slightest movement here.
Those who can stand here are undoubtedly the pride of others, and naturally understand the deeper meaning behind these words.
The group was only slightly taken aback, but quickly dismissed it.
The woman carrying the sword frowned slightly, and finally a barely perceptible sneer flashed across her face.
Although it only flashed by, Lu Jianghe had already taken it all in.
Put yourself in their shoes. How could a cultivator of unknown origin dare to spout such nonsense in the dojo of the demonic giant Liu Dao Ji Sheng? Isn't that just courting death?
Wen Tianren was stunned. He had seen people who were not afraid of death, but he had never seen anyone so brazenly courting death.
The more one understands the terror of the Master, the more one realizes the absurdity of this behavior.
He never intended to emulate the treacherous tactics of the Extreme Yin Island, where fathers and sons acted with paternal love but stabbed each other in the back. All he wanted was to buy as much time as possible, find a safe place away from the Chaotic Star Sea, quietly break through to the Nascent Soul stage, and completely escape this cage.
As for killing the Six Paths Supreme Saint?
He had never had this thought before.
Because Wen Tianren knew that such an action was tantamount to an ant trying to shake a tree, a pipe dream.
Lu Jianghe said, "If you do not cultivate virtue, you will be heading towards death. The heart of the six realms is higher than the sky. If there is a dead end ahead, you will look up at the sky and firmly believe that the high place is the home of your heart."
He shifted his tone slightly, his voice carrying a worldly-wise indifference: "Among the cultivators here, few care for the common people. While this is understandable, after all, cultivation is about defying fate and fighting for one's destiny, and self-interest is human nature. However, though they may seem carefree, they are actually bound by barriers at every turn. When have they ever truly experienced freedom?"
Upon hearing this, Wen Tianren sneered, "It's easy for you to talk when you're not the one suffering."
Lu Jianghe responded, "If a fox associates with me, it must be because I am evil."
A person who clings to the idea that "survival of the fittest" is the only way of heaven, and grows up under the scorching yet monotonous law of the jungle, will not understand this statement, and is destined not to understand it.
Even if you understand, what can you do?
Most people would scoff at it and continue on their path without hesitation.
That is why the human brilliance that should belong to the mortal world and is full of emotions and desires, when it occasionally shines in a cultivator, appears so moving.
Lu Jianghe raised his head, casting the light towards the city at the highest point of Holy Demon Island.
With his current cultivation level, he could naturally and clearly sense a unique fluctuation that belonged to a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.
This aura was exactly the same as the one he had felt decades ago when he escaped from the Heavenly Wind Abyss and fought against the Six Paths Supreme Saint.
Given my current level of cultivation, there would be absolutely no doubt that I could kill him.
However, the reason why Lu Jianghe hesitated to take action was not whether he could win, but the choice he had to make.
Is the choice to simply erase the entire Holy Demon Island along with its "powerful forces" in a light and casual manner?
Or should we simply sever the Six Paths Sword?
Judging a cultivator's morality solely based on the intensity of their malevolent aura would be far too arbitrary and rash.
True cultivators, those with such a murderous aura as him, are actually the most difficult to do in terms of judging people's hearts and judging good and evil.
Only sages like Confucius and Laozi, who had the heart to care for all living beings, were qualified and had the mindset to do such a thing.
All he sought was to strike with his sword and restore peace to the world.
This is the root.
Besides that, the ultimate thought was to avoid indiscriminate killing if possible.
If Dong Sangeng were to see this scene, he would probably laugh and curse.
Why bother practicing swordsmanship? Go study!
Upon hearing this, Wen Tianren's lips curled into a sneer. "Senior, your realm is high, so your words naturally have merit. But if you encounter someone of even higher realm, when your fist isn't strong enough, who will care whether your words are right or wrong, or whether they make sense?"
Lu Jianghe said calmly, "It has a hint of heresy or unorthodox."
The woman with the sword on her back disregarded social hierarchy and spoke directly, her words sharp and pointed: "As a Nascent Soul cultivator, Senior, whatever you say naturally carries some weight with it. But if you can still speak like this when facing the Six Paths Ancestor, whose cultivation level is far superior, then that is true skill."
Lu Jianghe didn't care at all: "You are still in the Core Formation stage, so you only feel the suppression of your realm. When you break through to the Nascent Soul stage one day, you will know what it means to be a mayfly looking at the blue sky."
The woman carrying the sword twirled a strand of hair at her temple and said with a smile, "These are words that only the Six Paths Ancestor is worthy to utter."
Lu Jianghe shook his head slightly: "He might not dare to say that in front of me."
Wen Tianren shouted sharply, "Enough!"
"You've insulted my master time and again! Do you really think a mere Nascent Soul cultivator can act so recklessly here?!"
Before he finished speaking, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the moment he raised his hand, a dazzling golden light suddenly exploded.
In an instant, countless golden rays of light, as fine as cow's hair and as sharp as needles, swept across the sky and covered the space within a radius of several hundred meters, like a torrential downpour of golden rain.
This sudden, unexpected move was like a pebble thrown into a calm pond.
The Core Formation cultivators behind him, shocked, almost simultaneously activated their respective magical treasures and spells. In an instant, spiritual light flashed, magical artifacts hummed, and ripples of murderous magical power surged outwards.
However, although the magical artifacts had been unleashed, they hovered in front of their master, their light flickering erratically.
No one dared to launch the first attack against a Nascent Soul cultivator.
The woman carrying two swords drew them from her back; one was blue and the other white, their cold light gleaming.
The two swords swirled and danced rapidly, instantly shattering and transforming.
The sword light intertwined, forming two sharp, rapidly spinning wheels of light, one blue and one white, like two indestructible round shields, firmly protecting Wen Tianren.
The countless golden needles in the sky seemed to leap out of thin air from the void, their scorching heat spreading and bringing with it a chilling autumn atmosphere, containing immense power to break through the void.
Lu Jianghe raised his head slightly, looking up at the golden rain of light pouring down.
It truly lives up to its reputation as the most difficult flying needle-type magical artifact to forge in the human world.
To successfully refine and control it, one needs not only a sufficiently powerful divine sense but also exquisite refining techniques; both are indispensable.
Lu Jianghe looked at Wen Tianren.
No wonder he was able to fight Han Li from beginning to end.
If Han Li hadn't possessed such a miraculous item as the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Liquid and Spirit Milk, which had miraculous restorative effects, he probably wouldn't have been a match for Wen Tianren.
Moreover, Wen Tianren's cultivation level was already sufficient to break through to the Nascent Soul stage, yet he repeatedly suppressed his cultivation to the peak of the late Core Formation stage.
This so-called "peak" truly lives up to its name.
With a slight thought, I glanced at the sky.
The number of flying needle phantoms generated by the magic weapon had reached nearly six thousand.
They were not chaotic, but rather formed the rudiments of a formidable sword formation, resembling a dense, giant golden net.
Based solely on this single move of showering golden rain, the title of the number one person below the Nascent Soul stage is not an exaggeration.
Even a Xuan Gu at the Core Formation stage would likely find it difficult to withstand its power.
Lu Jianghe narrowed his eyes slightly.
An invisible wave instantly engulfed them.
The dense, slender, spear-like golden feathers in the sky crumbled inch by inch under the crushing force of this aura, turning into fine golden mist, which was then completely dispersed by the invisible ripples and returned to the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
The golden rain instantly dissipated, leaving only the golden spear itself, which, as if having lost all support, crashed down from mid-air.
Wen Tianren sensed something was wrong and reached out to grab it, but a violent tremor suddenly came through the gun barrel!
Buzz!
This tremor was incredibly powerful, instantly sweeping across his entire arm, causing half of his body to go numb, and the ground beneath his feet seemed to groan.
As for the magical treasures that other cultivators used, whether they were flying swords or other magical artifacts...
At this moment, it was like an ordinary piece of iron that had been slammed to the ground by an invisible giant hand. With a series of crisp "clanging" sounds, it instantly lost all its spiritual light and fell into the dust.
No matter how frightened their owners were, they tried to summon the magical artifacts with hand seals, but the artifacts remained motionless, as if they were completely sealed, their spirituality imprisoned, and could no longer be nurtured within their bodies.
What kind of tactic is this?
The other party did not use any spiritual power, nor did he use any magic or supernatural abilities.
It directly shattered and destroyed his own natal magic weapon, and even suppressed the spiritual power of the magic weapons of all Core Formation cultivators.
He had seen many Nascent Soul cultivators, and the Six Paths Supreme Saint was an absolute master in the late Nascent Soul stage, whose aura was enough to change the color of mountains and rivers.
But the person in front of me—
Wen Tianren had never seen such a "light touch" yet "overbearing" way of suppressing someone.
That breathtaking moment even made Wen Tianren, the successor of the Six Paths, secretly tremble with fear.
Lu Jianghe's smile vanished, replaced by a calm and indifferent expression, as if he were about to crush an ant.
"Just a heads-up."
His voice was calm and even, yet it carried a chilling coldness that sent shivers down one's spine.
"Don't move again, otherwise, once the thought of killing arises, it will be too late to take it back."
His words were calm and collected, yet they conveyed a sharp, murderous aura.
In an instant, several Core Formation cultivators felt their minds shake violently, their Dao hearts swaying and trembling, giving rise to a sense of disorientation.
Only Wen Tianren knew that the person in front of him was far from being an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator!
When people heard Lu Jianghe's ancient saying, they felt uneasy, as if they were enveloped by a powerful pressure from the Great Dao.
Lu Jianghe's lips moved slightly, and he silently uttered a few words.
A moment later.
A tall figure appeared out of thin air in front of everyone.
Upon their arrival, Wen Tianren and the others bowed deeply, barely daring to breathe.
"I never expected this day to come so soon—"
The voice of the Six Paths Supreme Saint rang out, carrying a complex meaning, "No wonder that madwoman was absent today. I just didn't expect you to arrive so quickly."
Lu Jianghe said calmly, "The cycle of the Great Dao is inescapable; since ancient times, one thing has always been the nemesis of another."
The Six Paths Supreme Saint chuckled lightly, with a hint of self-mockery and resentment: "Why bother with these mystical pronouncements? There is no struggle between us over the Great Dao."
Lu Jianghe's gaze was calm. "Your absence is very important to me."
The Six Paths Supreme Saint fell silent, a rare occurrence.
After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice low and deep: "Is there really no other possibility?"
Lu Jianghe's answer was crisp and clear: "Yes."
A faint glimmer of hope instantly ignited in the eyes of the Six Paths Supreme Saint, and he asked rapidly, "Teach me how?"
Lu Jianghe gave an answer that seemed absurd, but in reality, it cut off all possibilities: "Don't meet me again in the next life."
Upon hearing this answer, the Six Paths Supreme Saint was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled.
"Hahaha—Great! What a wonderful next life!"
The laughter stopped abruptly, and the muscles in his face twitched violently. His gentle and refined facade crumbled like porcelain, instantly turning him into a hideous and distorted figure.
The ferocity of a demonic master was completely undisguised. The terrifying pressure of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator swept across the entire platform like a tangible tsunami, causing the ground to crack inch by inch and the air to shriek under the immense pressure.
Even if the opponent may have advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, he has no reason to offer his neck for slaughter.
Just as the two were exchanging words.
Wen Tianren reacted extremely quickly, without hesitation, and transformed into a streak of light.
The people beside him also instantly fled, leaving this small area teeming with murderous intent far away.
It wasn't until the terrifying, almost tangible pressure of the Six Paths Supreme Saint suddenly erupted that Wen Tianren, who was on a distant high-rise building, dared to stop.
He was overjoyed, hoping that the two would start fighting immediately, preferably right away!
The commotion here immediately alerted the entire Holy Demon Island.
Countless patrolling cultivators have converged from all directions like a tide, rapidly gathering towards the center of the oppressive force.
Suddenly, the massive array that enveloped the entire Holy Demon Island was fully activated.
Countless mysterious runes suddenly appeared in the void, vibrating incessantly, enveloping the entire island in a thick yellow light curtain.
At the earth vein nodes in all directions, several extremely thick, earth-yellow beams of light shot into the sky, piercing the clouds and instantly forming an indestructible giant shield that firmly protected the entire Holy Demon Island.
The Six Paths Supreme Saint pushed the Mysterious Female Demon Statue to its limit, and five solidified demon statues appeared behind him, each over tens of feet tall, with black demonic energy blotting out the sky.
Only one structure remained, half solid and half void, with cracks appearing amidst its churning.
Despite his imposing presence, Lu Jianghe remained unmoved, his robes not even fluttering. He coldly said, "You've gone too far. Don't blame me for turning the world upside down and refining this entire island."
Before he finished speaking, a Dharma image rose from the ground behind Lu Jianghe, towering over Holy Demon Island.
The power of the Dao was as substantial as a waterfall, like a celestial river hanging upside down, pressing down on the island's protective array and causing it to wail incessantly.
Lu Jianghe smiled and said, "You can't do it unless I agree."
Compared to the five solid and one semi-illusory majestic Xuanpin Demon statues behind the Six Paths Supreme Saints, this Dharma image is as insignificant as a three-year-old child looking up at a tall building.
This is by no means a difference of insignificance compared to that of a great master; rather, it stems from a fundamental and overwhelming disparity in cultivation systems.