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Taotie closed its eyes, and its divine sense slowly spread out.

It enveloped the entire Di Ku tribe.

It covered an area of ​​tens of thousands of miles.

Inch by inch.

Foot by foot.

One zhang at a time.

Perceive it carefully.

Night was falling.

Moon stars are rare.

In the tribe, the lights gradually went out.

All sounds are silent.

There were only the chirping of insects and the sound of the wind.

The Taotie's blood-red eyes remained open.

I dare not close it.

I dare not sleep.

We dare not slack off in the slightest.

Because Master said so.

Emperor Ku's merits were accumulated through his own efforts.

If I were to shield him from calamity, his merit would be insufficient.

If one's merits are insufficient, one's rank will not be lowered.

That wouldn't be helping him, it would be harming him.

Therefore, Taotie cannot make a move.

Unless absolutely necessary.

Unless Emperor Ku was truly in mortal danger.

Otherwise, it can only watch.

We can only wait.

Wait for those hidden enemies to bare their fangs.

When the inevitable tribulations arrive.

Wait for the right moment to act.

Silent all night.

The next day.

The morning light is dim.

Emperor Ku got up early.

He pushed open the door and went out.

Take a deep breath.

The air is filled with the fragrance of earth and the moisture of dew.

He stepped barefoot into the field.

Continue the planting that was not completed yesterday.

One plow.

One rake.

One hoe.

Sweat drips down and blends into the soil.

Day after day, year after year.

Without interruption.

Never slack off.

Taotie stood atop the clouds, gazing at that figure.

The complexity in his bloodshot eyes grew stronger and stronger.

A meeting worth hundreds of millions of yuan.

It had never seen anyone like this before.

No cultivation, no background, no connections.

He has only one heart that serves the people.

All I have are a pair of hardworking hands.

Only one pair of shoulders that can't be broken.

"No wonder Master protected him."

Taotie murmured softly.

"No wonder humanity has awakened."

"No wonder the Intercepting Sect won."

"Because there are such people among the human race."

The sound drifted away in the wind, unheard by anyone.

time flies.

January.

Two months.

March.

Emperor Ku's merits accumulated little by little.

Slow, but steady.

Though few, they are substantial.

Taotie's patience was also being worn down little by little.

It doesn't like to wait.

It is a ferocious beast, a gluttonous beast.

What it wants is to devour, to eat, to consume everything.

But it can't move.

Because Master gave the order.

Because Emperor Ku did not succeed.

Because the time is not right.

It could only endure it.

We can only wait.

Wait for the person who is meant to come to come.

Let the things that need to be done be done.

Wait for the right moment to strike.

This day.

noon.

The sun was blazing overhead.

Emperor Ku was working in the fields, sweat pouring down his face.

The Taotie was bored in the clouds.

Just as it was about to fall asleep.

suddenly.

Taotie shuddered.

A sudden burst of light shone from those blood-red eyes!

It sensed it.

Two streams of energy are coming from the west.

That aura was extremely strong, extremely abundant, and extremely vast.

Like two blazing suns, hanging in the void.

Quasi-Saint.

Peak Quasi-Saint.

Moreover, its aura carried a Daoist charm that it was extremely familiar with.

Buddha's light.

Sanskrit chant.

Golden light.

That's the aura of Western religion.

Taotie's bloodshot eyes narrowed slightly.

It perceives things carefully.

The two auras were getting closer and closer.

The Buddha's light grew ever brighter.

The chanting grew clearer and clearer.

"Western religion".

Taotie spoke in a low voice, as cold as ice for eternity.

"It's finally here."

It recognized the two auras.

Pharmacist.

Maitreya.

A direct disciple of the Western religion.

The two strongest disciples under Jieyin and Zhunti.

Peak Quasi-Saint.

His merits are profound.

Its fortunes are at their peak.

And that pharmacist was famous for his medical skills.

Using elixirs to help the world.

Help people with compassion.

He holds extremely high prestige within Western religions.

Maitreya is known for his large, tolerant belly.

Known for his ever-present smile.

He travels through the prehistoric world in the form of the Laughing Buddha.

He has guided and enlightened countless sentient beings.

When the two join forces, even those who have just entered the Saint Realm will have to give way.

Now, they have arrived.

Come to the Diku tribe.

What are you here for?

Taotie understood.

The Investiture of the Gods has been signed, and the great calamity has begun.

The Five Emperors were at their most vulnerable moment, as their merits and virtues were not yet complete.

If one could at this time destroy Emperor Ku's merits and ruin his foundation.

The three positions of sainthood in the human realm will now have one less competitor.

If they follow the Western religion, they will have a better chance.

"A clever plan."

Taotie whispered, its blood-red eyes blazing with killing intent.

But it didn't move.

It simply stood quietly in the clouds.

He concealed his aura using the concealing power of the Chaos Pearl.

The two beams of light were getting closer and closer.

As the two figures slowly materialized...

Above the clouds.

The void rippled slightly.

Two figures slowly emerged from the ripples.

A man dressed in a gray monk's robe, with a thin face, held a medicine bowl in his hand.

The bowl was filled with golden light and the aroma of medicine.

Pharmacist.

A man dressed in a yellow monk's robe, with a large belly and a constant smile.

He carried a cloth bag on his shoulder, the opening of which was slightly open, revealing a shimmering golden light within.

Maitreya.

The two stood side by side, looking down.

Looking towards the Di Ku tribe.

I looked at that figure working in the field.

The pharmacist spoke, his voice gentle.

"Is this Emperor Ku?"

Maitreya nodded, smiling broadly.

"Exactly."

"One of the Five Emperors of the Human Race, he valued education, created the calendar, and established the solar terms."

"His merits are profound, and his fortune is at its peak."

"If he is allowed to return to his position, the Jie Sect will have an even greater chance of securing the three Saintly positions of humanity."

The pharmacist remained silent.

He gazed at Emperor Ku, at that figure barefoot in the mud, hands on a plow.

His eyes flickered slightly.

"This person is worthy of respect."

Maitreya nodded.

"Worthy of respect."

"Respect is due, but the things that need to be done still need to be done."

"In the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods, each relies on their own abilities."

"The Jie Sect has its own path, and the Western Sect has its own path."

"He, Emperor Ku, was a member of the Jie Sect."

"We are followers of the Western religion."

"Those who walk different paths cannot make plans together."

The pharmacist nodded slowly.

"you're right."

"Those who walk different paths cannot make plans together."

He paused, his voice slightly lower:

"But what should we do?"

"Kill him?"

"Would it ruin his good deeds?"

"Destroy his foundation?"

"Or...should we convert him to Western religion?"

Maitreya's smile deepened.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a profound understanding of the ways of the world.

"Save him."

"Emperor Ku had profound merits, his fortune was at its peak, and his foundation was solid."

"Killing him means we are locked in a life-or-death struggle with the Jie Sect."

"It means fighting humanity to the death."

"It is a fight to the death with that Xuandu."

"That man in blue dared to confront even the Dao Ancestor head-on."

"We can't afford to mess with them."

"We can't mess with them either."

Therefore, we can only go as far as possible.

"Convert him to Western religion."

"Let him be used by Western religion."

"Let his humanitarian deeds contribute to the development of Western religion."

"Let those three saintly positions fall into the hands of the Western religion."

Upon hearing this, the pharmacist frowned slightly.

"Save him?"

"Emperor Ku is the supreme ruler of the human race and the holy emperor of humanity."

"Will he convert to my Western religion?"

Maitreya smiled slightly.

"Yes."

"Because he is a human being."

"As human beings, we have seven emotions and six desires."

"As human beings, we are prone to greed, anger, and delusion."

"Everyone has weaknesses."

He paused, his gaze deepening slightly:

"Emperor Ku's weakness was not in himself."

"Among his people."

"His people."

"It is what he cherishes most."

"As long as we pledge the safety of our tribe."

"Using the lives of countless people as a threat."

"He...had no choice but to comply."

The pharmacist remained silent.

He looked at Maitreya, at that smiling yet calculating face.

An indescribable emotion welled up inside me.

This is the method of Western religion.

This is the teaching of Jieyin and Zhunti.

To achieve one's goals, one will stop at nothing.

For the sake of attaining enlightenment, one will spare no effort.

Anyone can be sacrificed for the sake of Western religion.