A World Worth Protecting

"Bao Le, do you know what heaven is?" Chen Qingzi turned sideways and looked at Mingkong in the distance. His voice was more emotional. Without waiting for Wang Baole's answer, Chen Qingzi continued to speak like a self-talk.

"The Way of Heaven is not a creature, but a race, or a sect, or a congregation of all life thoughts within any party's power. When this race becomes the main body in the world, they can formulate rules and laws and not follow Those who are rebellious and need to be beheaded, so gradually, when all the living beings obey, the will of this race becomes the way of heaven." Chen Qingzi's voice, with some vagueness, entered Wang Baole's ears.

Wang Baole was silent. Although he didn't know much about the way of heaven, he had his own judgment in his heart after all previous lives.

"The Way of Heaven of the Weiyang Clan is just like this. It is the common will of all the members of the Weiyang Clan from generation to generation, but the carrier is another Taoist body of the original ancestor of Weiyang."

"As for my Mingzong, it is like this. It is transformed by the common will of all the Mingzong cultivators. The former carrier is the Minghuang. Its mysterious and unpredictable. He has existed since the Mingzong." Chen Qingzi whispered. The words spoke of his understanding, and Wang Baole agreed with this understanding, but some did not agree with it.

"According to my judgment, the Emperor Underworld should have been transformed by one finger of Luo Tian. As for the other four fingers, the rule of transformation, the law of transformation, the transformation of heaven and the ground, the palm of the hand... This is the universe."

"So, this is the origin of my Mingzong, and it is also our mission. It seals everything here and does not allow any life to leave. It just shows that it is the master of reincarnation, so that there is life and death in the world, and no life can live forever. No life can be detached."

"It was until... Luo Tian, ​​who gave us the mission, lost the traces of his life. From that moment on, Mingzong began to be weak, and Weiyang clan also rose at that time. Perhaps it is more appropriate to describe it as Weiyang clan. recovery."

"What the Weiyang clan wants is immortality and detachment, because this is a way to break the seal, and once the seal is broken, the Weiyang clan... After a complete recovery, it will be a place far away from the outside world, the real Weiyang world. Contact and...return."

"It's okay for the Weiyang clan to return, but...this is contrary to our mission of the Mingzong." Chen Qingzi shook his head, just about to continue to speak, but because of Wang Baole's words, his eyes showed a sharp light.

"Because of Xian, Mingzong's mission should not be to prevent Weiyang from returning, but to prevent the escape of Xian." Wang Baole said softly.

Chen Qingzi was silent, and did not continue this topic after a long while, but turned to Wang Baole and said the answer he had asked before.

After speaking, Chen Qingzi turned around and walked out.

Staring at the back of Senior Brother, Wang Baole remembered one thing, if...when he was only a monk, he left the Federation with Senior Brother for the first time. At that time...if there was no incident of the Emperor of the Moon, he would lie in the coffin. When I opened it, I found that the Pluto had been reached.

So... Maybe the final outcome of the matter is different.

The brother at that time was gentle, and at that time, he was arrogant.

Wang Baole thought, if all developments really follow this trajectory, he might already have a firm foothold in the Mingzong now. Even if there are opponents, it doesn't matter. There is always a way to solve it.

but now……

Brother is right, because Mingzong was replaced by Wei Young, the brother's rebellion, more or less, still involved a cause and effect, and brother's remorse, like a poisonous snake, bit his mind for countless years.

Therefore, the senior brother's idea is to atone for the sins, to make up for, to regain the glory of Mingzong, for this... he does not hesitate to lose himself, to integrate into the heavenly way, at all costs, this is his obsession.

He is not wrong.

And now the Mingzong is not wrong. They are just a group of poor people. Because they almost never contact the outside world, the Mingzong here lives more in the glory of the ancient times. With resentment and unwillingness, these kinds of thoughts are entangled and become epilepsy.

That's right, because if you want to rise, only the mad can be fearless and fight hard!

Therefore, everyone in the Mingzong is not wrong.

Wang Baole is also right. His special feelings for the Mingzong were broken by reality. His respect and affection for his seniors was crushed by the ruthless heaven. And he did not have time to suppress the Mingzong. He wanted to become stronger. If he wants to resist the crisis from the future, he doesn't want to be tied to the Mingzong without emotional involvement. This should be right.

In addition, he was actually very clear in his heart that he might have been contrary to Mingzong from the beginning. The thing that Mingzong wanted to prevent from escaping was Xian, and Xian... was inherited by him.

Perhaps, the brother has already felt this.

Perhaps, the senior didn't know about it before he merged into the realm of heaven, but after he merged into the realm of heaven, he already felt it, that's why this sudden change occurred.

Perhaps, in the heart of the brother, he is also at a loss.

Perhaps, if you give up the inheritance of the immortals, give up the pursuit of the future, give up buried in your heart, want to leave this world, to see the outside world, but feel at ease in the Mingzong and maintain the mission of the Mingzong So... Brother, or brother.

Everything, whatever you want.

Wang Baole was silent, thinking of the words and thoughts of the master in Mingmeng, looking at the seniors who were walking away, and the answer that the seniors had just said to him appeared in front of him.

"I used to be your senior brother and didn't use it, but now...I am the Dao of Heaven, and everything is dominated by the Mingzong. Now this matter, you...leave."

Wang Baole exhaled a long breath, stood up, and bowed deeply to the senior brother Chen Qingzi who was walking away.

"Brother, this time Baole will do his best to retrieve the remains of the Underworld Emperor. From now on... take care." Wang Baole murmured softly, Chen Qingzi in the distance, stood there for a long time, and continued to walk away.

A dream, a pair of senior brothers, at this moment, one worship, one walk, and gradually distanced each other, and they could not see each other. Only the nine statues standing in the Mingzong, the tallest ninth elder, The gaze of the statue seemed to be able to see everything. He saw the person walking away slowly, and his figure was blurred until it was lost. After seeing the person worshiping, after a long time, he slowly raised his head and closed the door of the temple. .

Tao, different.

Wang Baole was silent. This silence was the lapse of more than half a month, until the night of the Nine Netherworld that day fell, there were waves of whimpering horns from the outside world.

From a distance, the river of Styx was turbulent, and the sound of the waves spread throughout the Jiuyou, also to Pluto, to the Pluto clan, to the ears of all the monks, and to Wang Baole’s mind, he opened his eyes. Eyes opened.

"Stay..." There was no fluctuation in Wang Baole's eyes. He pushed open the door of the palace. When he looked up, he saw countless figures flying out of the Nether Clan, gathering together in the sky, and at the end of the sky, there was a vague With a huge face, that's brother.

He looked at the earth, at the Ming Clan, at the cultivators, and at Wang Baole.

"The Styx is open, everyone...The hope of the Netherzong reappearing brilliant is in your hands."

"Netherworld!"

"Netherworld!!!"

"Nether Sect!!!" It was all Nether Sect cultivators below who responded to the sky's face. At this moment, there was a unified roar, with determination and madness in this roar!