The Holy Path of the Primordial World Shines Brightly

Chapter 92 A Hymn of Loyalty, Shi Huangshi!

Mayflies, tiny creatures, tenaciously survive in the long river of time.

They carry the weight of the past and chase after the new life of the future.

Even if the physical body has died, as long as the spiritual memory can be passed down one day, it is already a different kind of immortality!

Although the road is not smooth and full of twists and turns... As one of the countless members of the loser group, one must defeat far too many competitors, devour each other to grow, acquire the civilization accumulated by others, use it to complete and sublimate one's own essence, and finally withstand the test of time and usher in a new life.

Transforming into a Kun or a dragon in the long river of time... every step is fraught with difficulty.

But you must have dreams.

After all, even the supreme beings did not give up on rescuing those who had already perished.

Pangu had great love.

He created the primordial world and established a seemingly cold, rigid, and emotionless order of heaven and earth, yet He still left behind such a flame of hope in the long river of time.

Although the original life has stopped breathing and civilization has been buried... as long as there are still people who can remember, bear, and carry on... in spirit, it still lives on and continues!

Such a glimmer of hope still exists, and time will remember it. We will not give up on saving it... So why shouldn't the mayfly, adrift in the long river of time, chase after that sliver of hope?

"Even they are like this, already fallen into the abyss of death, still struggling and fighting..." Feng Xi's eyes were deep as she gazed at the long river. "My conditions and environment are millions of times better than theirs, so what right do I have to slack off?"

"Moreover, now that I'm out of that place where powerful and lesser figures like the Witch Clan congregate, the most dangerous shackles have been removed... it's the perfect time for me to unleash my full potential!"

Thinking this, Feng Xi's lips curved slightly, as if she could see a bright future.

Standing to the side, Mu looked at him, raising an eyebrow slightly. "You seem quite happy right now?"

"Can you tell me what makes you happy?"

"Happy? Of course, it's because..." Feng Xi blinked, very honestly, "Among the Witch Clan, geniuses are numbered in the hundreds of millions, and there are countless overpowered individuals... It's a veritable den of dragons and tigers."

"If I can break free, what reason do I have to be unhappy?"

Mu was speechless.

After all, he was a Great Shaman, a Great Luo, so naturally he didn't find the atmosphere within the Shaman Clan particularly terrifying.

Even his alternate account within the Witch Clan was often a path of being tortured... but did he feel any fear? Not at all.

On the contrary, it's sometimes exciting—being able to compete with so many big shots in a unique way is such a joyful thing.

Their mindsets are worlds apart.

Ultimately, it's because Mu has the strength, the courage to bear difficulties, and the ability to accept defeat.

For Mu, the existence of his alternate accounts is a series of investments that do not harm his core. Even a single hair plucked from his real body is more valuable than a hundred or eighty alternate accounts combined.

But for Feng Xi, her life was her only life, the capital she had painstakingly built up by spending all her savings. If she lost it, it would be gone!

Mu couldn't understand Feng Xi's mindset at the moment.

However, after a little thought and consideration, he understood and shook his head with a smile, "So that's how it is."

"You didn't see the Witch Clan as a warm haven, but rather as a volcano about to erupt?"

"Naive child...do you think the outside world is as wonderful as you imagine?"

"You don't understand!" Mu sighed. "Yes, the entire Witch Clan is aptly described as a dragon's den and a tiger's lair... but behind all of this, it is still under the control of the Ancestral Witches."

"Some data is frightening, but overall it's still harmonious... Even if someone wants to kill you, they'll create a series of coincidences, stage a locked-room murder, and make you 'commit suicide'."

"But outside the Witch Clan?"

Mu's lips curled into a smile that was hard to decipher—it was a mixture of amusement and mockery. "You might just find yourself witnessing the might of Da Luo quite often!"

"You'd better be careful then... don't let yourself get 'killed' by the aftermath."

"What? You don't believe me?" He looked at the doubt in Feng Xi's eyes and sneered, "It's okay if you don't believe me... At our current speed, you'll be lucky enough to witness it in less than a day."

The great shaman slightly turned his head and looked in one direction.

Wherever his gaze fell, the void vanished and time turned to smoke; nothing could obstruct his vision!

He seemed to see something happening and unfolding in the distance, and spoke words that sounded prophetic.

Feng Xi looked in that direction, but to her dismay and frustration, she saw nothing.

"Even with an innate spiritual treasure, you're still far from being a Great Luo Immortal." Mu shook his head. "Don't bother, you can't see it anyway."

Feng Xi had no choice but to give up.

"To be honest, I haven't really listened to the opinions of you lower-class folks in detail..." Mu Youyou said, "especially someone like you, a special little witch, who knows a lot..."

"What are your feelings towards the human and witch races?"

"Feelings?" Feng Xi thought for a moment. "How should I put it? It should be..."

"Chaos!" He clapped his hands. "Yes, chaos!"

"On the surface, geniuses are rising up everywhere..." Feng Xi sighed, "They're all jumping around excitedly, one causing trouble here, another causing trouble there..."

"However, as far as I know, many of them are pawns of the Great Luo Supremes outside, which is why they can perform so well... Although I understand that this is a necessary compromise in the war against the demon race, so the Ancestral Witch promised them current power and status, as well as future benefits, to win over and unite all forces that can be united."

"Most of the time, we turn a blind eye to the behavior of these chess pieces."

"But right now, my impression is... it's too chaotic! It's a complete mess!"

"Furthermore...doesn't such a team, united by mutual benefit, lack sufficient cohesion and unity?" Feng Xi worried. "For example, in life-or-death situations, in the most dangerous moments, will a Great Luo Supreme truly fight to the death for the human race?"

"Are future profits greater than the risk to my own life?"

Feng Xi's concerns were not unfounded.

Money lost can be earned back.

Many of the top-tier players seem to be enjoying their investments in the human and witch races, creating numerous alternate accounts and an incredibly impressive and powerful presence.

But would they risk everything, even their lives, to fight for a temporary loss of investment costs?

The Great Luo, possessing eternal life, incredible supernatural powers, and the authority to manage the primordial world... how could he possibly fight to the death over temporary gains or losses?

In Feng Xi's view, this problem is not unique to the Witch Clan; the Demon Clan has it as well, perhaps even more severely!

People like Xi Huang, Nuwa, Di Jun, and Bai Ze... Don't be fooled by their official positions in the demon race; their roots are not actually in the demon race!

It is an innate divine being!

It originated before the primordial world was fully opened up, and enjoyed the blessings and gifts left by the great god Pangu, thus naturally possessing the authority to rule the world!

It's completely different from those acquired spirits born from eggs and moisture.

Therefore, it's unrealistic to say that these ancient gods, even if they hold official positions among the demon race, would fight to the death and remain loyal to the end.

Otherwise, there would be no legends of Fuxi, the human emperor; Nuwa, the holy mother; Emperor Ku, the human king; or the auspicious beast Bai Ze.

But is this the end?

Even if the Supreme Beings of the Great Luo and the Primordial Saints do not stand on the side of the demon race, will they necessarily stand wholeheartedly on the side of the human race?

Feng Xi was confused.

"So," Mu smiled at him, "you're worried about the future of humanity?"

"Are you still afraid... that this camp, united by shared interests, might eventually turn sour?"

Mu spoke softly, helping Feng Xi express some of his unspoken thoughts: "Besides the scattering of followers after defeat, there are also potential problems after victory—will the profit-driven investors of the Great Luo Sect be insatiably greedy and make excessive demands on the human race, ultimately keeping these 'protagonists of heaven and earth' captive to harvest their fortune?"

Are you worried about these things?

Mu asked with a smile, and Feng Xi's face turned a little pale. Finally, she nodded, "Yes."

"At the heart of all this, the question is—are there any Great Luo Immortals truly loyal to the human race? Or are there Great Luo Immortals born of the human race who have attained enlightenment?" Mu looked at the River of Time. "In other words, does the human race itself possess the power to ensure the purity of its will and prevent interference from external forces?"

"If we have that, we can clearly define our relationship with investors and partners, ensuring that everyone gets what they need and we grow together."

"Without... the investment from Da Luo, today we might be able to support the human race as the 'protagonist of heaven and earth'; tomorrow we might be supporting a 'three-eyed race' that has one more eye than humans, but otherwise has the same reproductive and thinking abilities; and the day after tomorrow we might be singing the praises of 'the rise of the gods'..."

Mu was much more outspoken than Feng Xi, laying everything bare without a care in the world.

Feng Xi could only nod, and nod again.

"Actually, things might not be as bad as you think." Mu's tone became somewhat ethereal. "Da Luo's methods are even more unbelievable and illogical than you imagine..."

"Turning effect into cause, reversing history, the past giving birth to the future, one proof forever proving one achievement forever..."

Mu, speaking as if from another dimension, transcending the barriers of immeasurable space and time, spoke with a somewhat distorted and altered tone: "Among the active innate saints now, who knows how many are future Great Luo Immortals of the human race who have reached the point of Pangu's creation of the world, and have thus established their foundations?"

"You only think that the Witch Clan is now rife with corruption, with ancient powerful figures frantically planting their own agents and spreading all sorts of left-wing and right-wing ideologies..."

"But why not consider... perhaps many people's innate divine identity is merely a secondary account, and their current actions are actually paving the way for the rise of the primary account?"

Mu stretched out one hand and caught a bit of the spray that splashed onto the warship. "This kind of Great Luo is not revealing his identity now, perhaps just waiting for the right time."

"Even worse, they change their backgrounds and infiltrate behind enemy lines... all so that one day they can sing a hymn of loyalty!"

"Really?" Feng Xi was stunned.

"Who knows? Who dares to say it's impossible?" Mu's voice trailed off. "It's just my personal speculation..."

"Some amazing human heroes... For example, the left historian of the Yellow Emperor, named Cangjie, made great contributions to writing. He should be called the Emperor of Characters or the Ancestor of Characters."

"However, his honorific title was Shi Huangshi."

"This reminds me of an old friend who also loves writing history... That saint was a very good person, very upright, wrote truthfully, and had a noble character, which I admire."

(End of this chapter)