Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

They were defeated by Qin Chuan, or more accurately, by the immense will and power of the countless beings that Qin Chuan gathered and represented!

The Supreme Sage looked down at the knife wound on his chest, then looked up at Qin Chuan. A complex and unfathomable look flashed in his eyes, but ultimately returned to a calm and indifferent expression.

He recited softly, as if annotating this defeat, or perhaps expounding a new understanding:

"The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao. The name that can be named is not the eternal name..."

As his voice faded, he rode his green ox, his figure slowly fading away and disappearing into the Immortal Slaughtering Formation, having actually admitted defeat and left.

The guide's face showed even more grief. He looked at Qin Chuan, his voice slightly hoarse:

"Fellow Daoist Qin Chuan, I have lost this time. I wonder what it would take for you to release Junior Brother Zhunti? I will not refuse any condition that I can meet."

Qin Chuan's gaze was calm as he spoke indifferently: "I have heard that your Western Sect's Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva has a great vow: 'I will not become a Buddha until hell is emptied.'"

He paused, his tone carrying an undeniable resolve: "Then, my condition is this: the day when no more Great Luo beings wantonly invade, enslave, and harvest the lives of other worlds in the endless void sea will be the day when Daoist Zhunti reappears in the world."

Upon hearing this, the Guide remained silent for a long time, the sorrow on his face almost solidifying into a tangible form.

He understood that this condition, while seemingly leaving room for maneuver, was in fact almost indefinite.

How difficult it would be to make all the Great Luo Immortals in the Endless Void Sea restrain their behavior?

But he also knew that Qin Chuan had already shown mercy and had not carried out the annihilation.

Fortunately, there is still hope.

For beings like them, time has long lost its meaning.

As long as Zhunti is alive, there will be a time for his return.

“Amitabha… I understand.”

The guide gave Qin Chuan a deep look, said nothing more, and with a few steps, his figure disappeared.

With the departure of Taishang and Jieyin, only Yuanshi Tianzun remained in the Zhuxian Formation, facing Qin Chuan and Tongtian Jiaozhu alone!

"Hahaha! Brother Yuanshi!"

Upon seeing this, the Tongtian Sect Leader burst into laughter, all the pent-up anger of the past few years vanishing, his laughter filled with smugness and mockery.

"You have often said that those who follow the Way receive much help, while those who stray from the Way receive little help. But do you know that between you and me at this moment, who is the one who has followed the Way, and who is the one who has strayed from the Way?"

Yuanshi Tianzun held the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi in his hands, his face still indifferent, revealing no joy or anger, but the magnificent and vast holy aura around him faintly revealed a trace of loneliness and coldness.

At this moment, not only is he himself in a completely disadvantageous position of fighting two against one, but the Chan Sect has also suffered heavy losses!

In terms of the number of disciples and overall strength, the Chan Sect was far inferior to the Jie Sect, which taught without discrimination.

Otherwise, he would not have tacitly approved of, or even secretly supported, the Boundless Immortal's actions of capturing demons and refining elixirs to enhance the strength of his disciples.

At this moment, within the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, the disciples of the Chan Sect were being driven back in defeat by the Ten Thousand Immortals of the Jie Sect!

The meticulously assembled demon-hunting team suffered heavy casualties, almost completely wiped out.

Of the three generations of disciples, apart from the three Nezha brothers and Yang Jian who had already betrayed the sect, almost all of them died, and their true spirits entered the Investiture of the Gods.

Even the Twelve Golden Immortals, such as Guang Chengzi and Chi Jingzi, who were renowned for their power, mostly perished in the fierce battle and were listed on the Investiture of the Gods.

As for beings like the Boundless Immortal, they didn't even qualify for the list; they died utterly and completely, their bodies and souls annihilated.

Continuing the fight would not only fail to reverse the defeat, but would also cause him to completely lose face as a saint.

The Primordial Celestial Venerable's indifferent gaze swept over the broken Immortal Slaughtering Formation and the distant Myriad Immortals Formation, finally settling on Qin Chuan and Tongtian, his voice cold and emotionless:

"I have lost this calamity. In the next calamity, I will settle accounts with you all!"

Having said that, he didn't linger. He waved the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi in his hand, and with a flash of mysterious light, his figure slowly dissipated into the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation.

As he departed, an invisible force also swept away the Chan Sect disciples who had not perished within the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation.

With the departure of Yuanshi Tianzun, this magnificent war of the gods, whose course was completely altered by Qin Chuan's intervention, finally came to a complete end.

The Tongtian Sect Leader and the Jie Sect, who should have suffered a crushing defeat and seen their lineage perish, ultimately achieved victory.

In the endless void sea, all the Great Luo Immortals, like the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden, who were compassionate and willing to protect the weak worlds and guide the development of civilizations, were greatly encouraged by the outcome of this battle.

Meanwhile, those other powerful figures who were used to viewing all living beings as ants and acting recklessly felt a deep sense of dread for the first time.

They realized that the combined resistance from the "ants" could actually harm the Primordial Saint!

A sense of dread arose in their hearts, and they secretly became wary, realizing that they would have to be more restrained in their future actions and would no longer dare to act as recklessly as before.

A new era quietly began in the endless void sea, accompanied by Qin Chuan's earth-shattering strike.

Chapter 32 The God of Chinese Animation!

After the great battle ended, the Tongtian Sect Leader left behind only this sentence before leading his disciples away: "The gates of Biyou Palace are always open to you, fellow Daoist."

Though it was only a single word, it carried the weight of the heavens, symbolizing his promise. From that moment on, regardless of the past or the future, Qin Chuan was always the most honored guest of the Jie Sect.

Watching Tongtian depart into the distance, Qin Chuan lightly raised his fingertip, summoned Shen Gongbao, and entrusted him with the final matters of the Investiture of the Gods.

According to the destiny of this world of gods and demons, 365 righteous gods of the Zhou Tian should be selected from those who perished in the Investiture of the Gods and brought under the command of the Heavenly Court.

Shen Gongbao was flattered and overwhelmed. What an honor it was to be appointed a god on behalf of Heaven! How could he, a mere leopard spirit, possibly bear such a responsibility?

He hurriedly knelt down, his voice trembling slightly: "Your Majesty! What virtue or ability do I possess? How dare I assume the power to bestow divine titles? Such a weighty responsibility... I am filled with trepidation and truly dare not..."

"If I say you can do it, then you can do it." Qin Chuan gently raised his hand, and an irresistible yet gentle force helped Shen Gongbao up.

That calm yet authoritative voice soothed all his unease: "Go ahead and do it."

"I will never forget the kindness of the sage who recognized my talent!" Shen Gongbao, a rough and unrefined man, had tears in his eyes. He was truly moved.

He came from humble beginnings, nothing more than a leopard spirit.

In the past, in the Chan Sect, Wuliang Xianweng treated him like a dog or a horse, Yuanshi Tianzun regarded him as nothing, and even the third-generation disciples like Hetong and Lutong looked down on him.

Only Qin Chuan treated him as a real person and entrusted him with such an important task. This was not just trust, but also a way to wash away and affirm all the humiliations he had suffered in the past.

"The scenery of Qishan is quite good, so let's confer the title of god here."

With a wave of his sleeve, Qin Chuan escorted Shen Gongbao, whose eyes were filled with tears, to the summit of Qishan.

All the items needed for the Investiture of the Gods—the Investiture of the Gods List, the God-Slaying Whip, the Investiture Platform—were prepared in an instant with a thought, accompanied by countless rays of light and auspicious clouds.

Shen Gongbao composed himself, took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, and, holding the Investiture of the Gods scroll that determined the fate of 365 righteous gods, ascended the Investiture Platform step by step.

Under the watchful eyes of countless immortals, gods, Buddhas, demons, and even some Great Luo beings who had not yet left and were hiding in the void to spy, Shen Gongbao straightened his back, which had been slightly hunched due to his birth, and walked towards the center of the Conferred God Platform.

At this moment, he was undoubtedly the focus of all the heavens and myriad realms.

This was an experience he had never had before in his life.

Despite his surging emotions, he tried his best to remain calm.

The sage placed high hopes on him, and he must never bring shame upon the sage.

Shen Gongbao stood solemnly before the ancient altar, his expression dignified. He slowly unfurled the Investiture of the Gods and spoke in a solemn tone. His voice was not loud, yet it clearly resonated throughout the heavens and earth:

"By order of the Sage, I, Shen Gongbao, hereby confer titles upon the gods!"

The divine light of the Investiture of the Gods soared into the sky, triggering the laws of Heaven. In an instant, the primordial spirits of many disciples of the Chan and Jie sects who had perished in the Investiture of the Gods appeared one after another, some clear and some blurry, some resentful and some helpless, all standing below the Investiture Platform, accepting the irresistible imperial decree.

Despite their reluctance, they had no choice at this moment.

"It was actually Shen Gongbao who presided over the investiture of the gods!" The disciples of the Chan Sect, upon seeing that the person who was conferred the titles of gods was none other than Shen Gongbao, whom they had despised and ostracized in the past, felt as if the world had turned upside down and they had lost their parents.

How could they possibly have a good end when the person they once bullied so ruthlessly took charge of the Investiture of the Gods?

As expected, Shen Gongbao then followed the names on the list and conferred divine positions upon all the disciples of the Chan Sect, whether they were the Twelve Golden Immortals or the elites of the third generation.

For mortals, this is an extremely joyous occasion—to achieve immortality and be ranked among the immortals.

But for the disciples of the Chan Sect who were arrogant, aspired to the Dao of Freedom, and pursued eternity, it was a catastrophe!

This means they have no choice but to grit their teeth and serve the Heavenly Court for eternity, bound by the Heavenly Laws, and their divine cultivation is restricted by the Investiture of the Gods, making further progress extremely difficult!

Looking at the group of Chan Sect disciples whose faces were ashen, whose eyes were filled with resentment and hatred but who were helpless, Shen Gongbao felt extremely happy, as if he had released all the pent-up anger that had accumulated over thousands of years.

If it weren't for the solemn and dignified investiture ceremony, he would almost have burst out laughing and offered his "congratulations" on their attainment of such "divine positions."

After a long while, Shen Gongbao finally finished bestowing titles upon the 365 Zhou Tian Zheng Shen, and each returned to their respective positions.

He closed the Investiture of the Gods, and the strange phenomena of heaven and earth gradually subsided. He turned around and bowed deeply to Qin Chuan, who had been watching quietly from afar, his robes fluttering in the wind. This bow was filled with boundless gratitude and loyalty.

The battle for the title of Gods has now come to a complete end.

However, the impact of this battle on the countless worlds within the endless void sea has only just begun.

Qin Chuan strode out, time and space flowing beneath his feet, stepping out of this world of gods and demons, standing at the singularity where chaos and nothingness intertwined with the light and shadow of countless worlds.

His gaze was calm and profound as he looked toward the boundless, endless void, where life and death never cease.

As far as the eye could see, the chaotic void rippled like water.

The images flashed and shimmered like a revolving lantern, a reflection of the long river of time, the trajectory of his own existence.

Qin Chuan gazed at it calmly, seeing the marks he had made along the way.

In the world of super beasts, he transforms into Hades, transcending the seemingly eternal cycle of reincarnation.

In the world of gods, he became the god of Earth, standing shoulder to shoulder with the gods with a mortal body, intimidating countless extraterrestrial civilizations and overcoming the ultimate fear that drove people to despair.

In the world of fox spirits, he spread his teachings throughout the land and was revered as a half-master. He united the human and demon races, gathered the power of all living beings, and successfully drove away the extraterrestrial demons from beyond the world.

In the novel "Qin's Moon," he joined forces with Ying Zheng to subdue the various schools of thought, not only unifying the six kingdoms but also setting his sights on the stars and the sea, aiming to unify the world.

In the novel "The Bad Guys," he became a disciple of Yuan Tiangang, learning both literary and martial arts. Eventually, he surpassed his master, becoming the Young Marshal and pacifying Raojiang in the south and the Khitan in the north, restoring the Tang Dynasty to its former glory and ending the chaotic era.

Everything he had experienced—laughter, tears, struggles, enlightenment, friendship, destiny—all appeared before his eyes, eventually settling into an indelible radiance in his eyes.

A moment later, Qin Chuan's gaze shifted slightly, as if he had pierced through the barriers of countless worlds and dimensional divides.

He saw a world that seemed to exist in a higher dimension, yet also in a lower dimension, a world between existence and non-existence, a world on the boundary between reality and illusion.

An ordinary-looking young otaku is shaking his head and muttering complaints about the latest plot of a certain Chinese animation in front of him:

"This plot is too rushed, the power levels and character designs feel completely ruined..."

Seeing this, Qin Chuan's lips curled into a meaningful smile, carrying a hint of understanding and a touch of expectation.

With a flick of his finger, a barely perceptible stream of light, yet containing infinite possibilities and information, instantly pierced through the ineffable dimensional barrier, transforming into an invisible mark that was imprinted deep within the youth's soul.

"The God of Chinese Animation? A Trial of Succession? Just because I made a comment about the plot, I was chosen and am sent to various Chinese animation worlds to complete trials and become the new God of Chinese Animation?"