The Holy Path of the Primordial World Shines Brightly

Chapter 129 We Have a Dream!

Feng Xi, with a sincere heart, devoted herself wholeheartedly to the demon race.

To enrich the spiritual lives of the demon race, he racked his brains and has so far designed three wonderful things specifically for them.

First, there is the wonderful feeling of soaring into the sky and forgetting the mortal world.

Furthermore, there is the wondrous principle of yin and yang in harmony, and mutual benefit.

Not content with the above two methods, he added a simple and direct "method of obtaining opportunities," allowing demon beings to engage in the most thrilling "struggle." Whether it's good or bad, it's obvious at a glance!

If we provide all three types together, how can we worry that the demon race will not have a rich entertainment experience?

What a noble sentiment this is!

Of course, there are some people who cannot appreciate the great spiritual realm of Chief Feng and readily resort to slander.

For example, the painter, and Hou Gang.

They unanimously said that Feng Xi, the tenth generation philanthropist, was wicked, dark, and filthy.

Feng Xi was very unhappy about this.

"Your words are completely unreasonable; you're just throwing dirty water on me."

"Do you think I invented this kind of luck-based business?"

"No, no!"

"I got my inspiration from the jade gambling industry!"

"Isn't gambling on jade all about luck?"

"No matter how many years you study it, you can never claim to have fully grasped its principles; there will always be times when you are wrong."

"I used this inspiration to make some modifications until I arrived at the current design... I just lowered the barrier to entry a little during the process."

"Unlike jade gambling, which requires reading some introductory books and being careful to avoid being counterfeited by unscrupulous merchants... In addition to verifying the technology, you also have to play the game of human nature."

"My design is absolutely brilliant!" Feng Xi declared confidently. "No technical skills, no strategic maneuvering required, all you need is money!"

"Once you've placed your bet, your fortune is in the hands of fate!"

When luck is on your side, becoming rich overnight is a piece of cake!

Feng Xi's attempt to clear her name demonstrates her high moral character.

"We'll see."

"So what if those who participate have bad luck?"

"First of all, the betting amount can be chosen by the individual. As long as the person involved does not lose their mind, even if there is a loss, it cannot be considered a serious blow."

"Besides, so what if we lose money... we can simply consider it a contribution to building a better prehistoric world and doing our part to save the weaker races!"

"I can speak to heaven and earth, to all living beings, with my own conscience!" Feng Xi patted her chest forcefully, the sound echoing loudly. "The resources gained in this process will definitely be used for charitable work!"

"We will absolutely not take a single penny without a reason!"

"If I disobey this vow, I will incur the wrath of both gods and men, and be struck down by the heavens and earth!"

Feng Xi made a bold statement, his expression one of greatness, brilliance, and righteousness, a moral exemplar and the conscience of the Wu tribe.

The dazzling brilliance of humanity was so overwhelming that even the lesser witches present had to squint their eyes, finding it difficult to look directly at them.

After squinting, they began to whisper among themselves.

"It's so fake...it's so fake!"

"Commander Feng said he doesn't embezzle... Could this be a fake Feng Xi? Was he switched out?"

"Very likely!"

The little witches whispered to each other, their voices just loud enough for Feng Xi to hear.

Feng Xi's lips twitched, and her gaze swept over certain people.

He made his decision.

When he climbs higher in rank, in the perilous and dangerous place of the Lich War, he must ask these people to sacrifice themselves for their race!

This dangerous thought, reflected in the windows of the soul, made some petty people's hair stand on end, and they immediately became obedient.

The room fell silent.

Feng Xi then withdrew his murderous gaze.

"What do you think of my charitable and welfare work? Shouldn't it be done better?"

Chief Feng respected public opinion by asking questions from all sides, encouraging people to speak up.

"I have a question," Hou Gang raised his hand, "a very important question."

"Speaking."

"I think there's a fatal flaw in your gamble... no, this opportunity for good fortune," Hou Gang said. "Suppose... I mean suppose."

"A master of celestial secrets like the Great Sage Fuxi could directly deduce the secrets of heaven and obtain your lottery numbers..."

"Then, he placed a huge bet... and the reward was two and a half million times..."

Hou Gang stopped there and didn't continue.

But every shaman present knew the unspoken meaning behind it.

If that were to happen, Feng Xi would either have to pawn his pants or consider going to the rooftop.

In this primordial world where cultivation civilization flourishes, the Heavenly Secrets School has gained a huge advantage in the realm of strategic games!

While others have to rack their brains and play guessing games, this lineage gets the result directly!

"Indeed, this is too dangerous!" Yu Chen interjected. "Besides experts who are proficient in celestial secrets, there are also ruthless figures who have cultivated great Daos such as the cosmic light... In fact, there is an entire dangerous social class!"

"Great Luo!"

"They can turn back time and reshape the past!"

"I think your welfare program might end up being nothing more than...giving money away to others!"

One by one, the lesser scholars shared their opinions.

A high level of attainment means being able to do whatever you want!

"I'm not afraid! I'm not afraid!" Feng Xi said confidently.

"Celestial Secrets? The Way of Time?"

He gave a cold laugh.

"So what?"

"It can be handled very simply."

"Wouldn't it be simpler to determine the outcome a day after sales cease?"

"Then we'll spend this whole day compiling statistics... Hey, what the final result is, isn't it all up to us to say a word?" Feng Xi said calmly. "This isn't like playing dice and betting on big or small."

"We'll announce the results first, then let people place bets... We'll do the opposite, and no matter what kind of clairvoyant masters, precognitives, or time-reversing experts those involved are, they'll all suffer!"

"..."

Xiao Wu, who was present, glanced sideways.

What the hell!

Have you no shame?

How could someone do something like this?

This is blatant illegal gambling!

Controlling the lottery results... What a clever little devil!

"When it comes to the lowest level of moral integrity, I've lost," Hou Gang sighed, expressing his admiration and gratitude.

"Heh..." Feng Xi remained noncommittal. "My only fear is that some administrators are even more shameless than me and will directly intervene and change the final number."

"Fortunately, we're not without backers... If even the Great Sage Fuxi dares to make a move, I'll cling to Lady Houtu's coattails!"

"If the demon race's Grand Luo Immortals don't make a move, we're guaranteed to profit."

"And since they made their move... we didn't lose out either."

"At that time, the choice fell into the hands of my Wu clan. The Ancestral Witch or the Great Witch could directly take action, or they could abandon the benefits of that period and secretly make arrangements while the peak combat power of the Demon Clan fluctuated."

Feng Xi was full of confidence and radiant with joy.

"The initiative is in our hands...we've become the house!"

"We might even combine these two approaches when the Games are held."

"Bet on who wins and who loses, betting on who will take the championship, will drag the demon race of Kunlun Mountain into a quagmire... I can already foresee it."

"Match-fixing, match-fixing... they'll all be happening, keeping us spectators on our toes!"

Feng Xi took out a feather fan and waved it around, embellishing his cleverness and strategy.

"Do the demons think that splashing dirty water on us will work?"

"Don't you even think about it properly?"

"That's right, the demon race is much larger than us."

"But when it comes to average excellence and elite skill, our side is definitely stronger!"

"Our Wu clan is completely unified. How can the demon race fight us if they don't fully integrate themselves?"

"It'll only disgust us for a while!"

Feng Xi, arrogant and aloof, said, "Leave the training platform to me."

"Then you will be in charge of setting up the charity foundation... Oh, right!" He looked at the artist, "While your propaganda grand vision was flawed at its core, your rhetoric was still worth considering."

"Take the essence and discard the dross."

"The task of appeasing and deceiving those who come seeking help, and promoting the noble virtues of our Wu tribe, is now entrusted to you. Create momentum and build anticipation for our welfare programs so that they can be launched in a reasonable and justifiable way... Understand?"

"I understand," the artist readily accepted the task.

"Very good." Feng Xi's eyes flashed. "Everyone, the crucial moment has arrived!"

"Please do your best and do not disappoint the expectations of the Ancestral Witches."

Victory is just ahead!

"Meeting adjourned!"

……

Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.

With Feng Xi back at his post, the Wu tribe team in Kunlun Mountain had a leader, and those subordinates who were either lazy or had their own agendas had to obey his will on the surface.

If you are in a position, then you should fulfill your duties.

Even if some minor figures have powerful connections, they still have to abide by the rules of the game here.

In fact, that background is indeed very important... it can easily give you a cheat code and make you feel incredibly cool.

But to say it's unimportant... it really isn't important.

So what if you have connections to the heavens?

In this era of the Lich Wars, what are small-time Luo Immortals worth?

I'd even kill a big one like you!

It's like the kings of the demon race, who definitely have a secondary account in the witch race to observe their movements... But the Twelve Ancestral Witches are so eager to kill even their main accounts, why would they be afraid of their secondary accounts causing trouble?

If you dare to jump, we dare to kill!

Since you dare to act so arrogantly even with a low-level account, this blatant attitude completely shows that you are not of one mind with the Witch Clan. We'll crush this low-level account first, and then find an opportunity to send your main account to its death!

Therefore, Feng Xi's will has now been executed in the most thorough way.

His existence represents Houtu's attention, which is equivalent to holding the imperial sword.

The direction the sword points is the direction forward, clashing with the demon race's plans in the Kunlun Mountains.

Hou Gang and the artist worked together to put on a show. Originally, it was because one living being was using their last breath to ask for help to save their tribe, but the Wu tribe's actions were dragging on and on, which led to a surge of public opinion. Onlookers questioned the Wu tribe's propaganda image as being fake and empty.

But right now, the Wu Clan is taking the initiative to attack, using the momentum incited by the Demon Clan to show off their power.

The artist is the brightest spot in this process, the most dazzling one.

He immediately launched a speaking tour!

……

"We have a dream!"

The artist stood on the stage, delivering a passionate speech.

"Countless ages ago, a great and holy being cleaved through the chaos of ignorance, bringing light and order... This is an immortal monument, an eternal beacon!"

"Our world should be beautiful and happy... The great Pangu gave life the opportunity to be born, allowing them to experience the wonder and beauty of the primordial world."

"The ancestral gods hope that all beings can understand the true meaning of life here, that the mortal world is not a sea of ​​suffering, but a ladder to obtain resources on the climb to eternity!"

"The wish of the great god Pangu was so beautiful that it ignited the dawn of humanity."

"However, today we must face the tragic reality that far too many ethnic groups have not been exposed to the light of day and have been cruelly exploited and oppressed!"

"Today, under the shackles of racial superiority and the fetters of talent, the survival of disadvantaged groups is severely exploited."

"Today, countless lives still exist in dire straits. Living in this world is not beautiful, but cruel and desolate."

"..."

"This is wrong, this is incorrect, this goes against the expectations of the ancestral god Pangu!"

The artist's tone was impassioned, criticizing the injustices of the times and the cruelty of the world.

He stated that every living being has the inalienable rights to life, freedom, and the pursuit of happiness.

This is Pangu's dream, and it is also humanity's dream.

This is the most beautiful and precious thing.

However, far too many living beings, whether intentionally or unintentionally, are trampling on and desecrating it.

"I know that many of you standing in the audience are either beneficiaries of the system or bystanders who feel it's none of your business and can't truly understand the tragedy... But do you really think that, given the harsh realities of this era, such calamities won't one day reach you?"

The painter spoke in a clear voice, his tone filled with a profound and relatable Daoist charm.

In a daze, the countless beings below the stage seemed to feel as if they had been replaced by those cruelly exploited and oppressed tribes, experiencing the tortures they suffered, feeling their tragic lives, and being born to die even more miserably...

The uncontrollable arising and disappearance of various thoughts caused many living beings to break out in a cold sweat and feel their minds in turmoil.

Even a heart as cold as iron, single-mindedly striving to become stronger, will experience some fluctuations in this situation.

If words aren't enough, magic will do.

There's a reason why artists are sent to give lectures.

Heaven knows how this elite little witch developed such a skill in bewitching... it's almost comparable to the Buddhist methods of salvation.

Once he lets go and acts, he can easily sway people's hearts, and even the most ruthless and heartless people will be left with a trace of emotion.

Let alone ordinary sentient beings?

At this moment, countless people have been affected, and their thinking and values ​​have deviated slightly from what they used to be.

As the artist watched this scene, his eyes remained calm, but the emotions in his voice were even more intense and sincere, stirring people's hearts.

"It is precisely because countless tragic events are constantly unfolding."

"Therefore, I stand on this stage to speak on behalf of the Wu Clan, a supreme and great race that inherits the bloodline of the ancestral god Pangu!"

"Although this era is cruel, we still have a dream."

"This dream is deeply rooted in the expectations of the ancestral god Pangu!"

"We dream that one day all races will be born equal, with different talents but no difference in human dignity."

"We dream of a day when there is no more harm and killing caused by the endless pursuit of greed."

"This is the hope of our Wu tribe... It is with this belief that our Wu tribe came out of Buzhou Mountain, from that most prosperous, wealthy, stable and harmonious place, to this place full of chaos."

"With our conviction, we will transform this place into the most harmonious and beautiful sanctuary..."

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