This great calamity of the Fire Nation reached the main altar of the Moon Worshipping Demon Sect, and immediately, there was silence.
Everyone felt that the Fire Race was too unlucky, if they had directly killed the Divine Primordial Ghost King in the first place, how would they have caused such a great turmoil?
No one suspected Zhang Ruochen, all of them believed that the Divine Primordial Ghost King was the source of the woes.
On that very day, the Demon Sect Master, Shi Qianjie, dispatched the Wood Family’s Holy Lord to the Fire Realm to ask if the wedding on the seventh day of the first month of next month should still continue?
Should the funeral be held first, or should the wedding be held first?
The Fire Nation responded that the date of the wedding would not be changed, and that on the seventh day of the first month of next month, the Fire Nation and Prince Qiu Yu would definitely go to Peakless Mountain in person to welcome the little saintess.
At the Yuan Mansion in the Central Region, Zhang Ruochen once again met with the Deadly Zen Elder Ancestor and Han Qiu and asked them about the journey to the Fire Realm this time.
After listening, Zhang Ruochen’s face became increasingly grave as he said, “The strength of the Fire Nation is really somewhat terrifying, to have five Saint Kings appear in a row, even the Moon Worshipping Demon Sect may not have such strength.”
“It’s a pity that three have already fallen, it’s counted as a great loss of vitality.”
Han Chu smiled sinisterly, looking rather smug.
The Deadly Zen Old Ancestor, however, sat motionless next to him, his eyes closed, without a trace of a smile on his face.
Zhang Ruochen said, “The Old Ancestor seems to be worried about something?”
“The legendary Fire Exalt, surprisingly, really exists, Scholar Zhang, the situation is very bleak.”Old Ancestor Deadly Zen said.
Zhang Ruochen said, “Fire Exalted?”
Han Chu’s face changed as he said, “Could it be the mysterious figure who finally stepped in to block the Divine Battle Corpse?”
Old Ancestor Deadly Zen nodded and said, “It was around two hundred years ago, in the Fire Realm, an incomparably strong Saint Dao fluctuation was transmitted, sweeping across the entire Southern Domain. At that time, all of the saints in the Southern Domain felt that Saint Dao fluctuation, and all of them were terrified. All the cultivators speculated that in the Fire Realm, someone had cultivated to the Great Saint realm.”
“After that, behind some of the big events that exploded in the Southern Domain, there was the shadow of a mysterious existence, which the people called the Fire Venerable.”
Zhang Ruochen had also heard of the legend of the Fire Zun, but only thought that it was a Saint King.
How easy was it to cultivate to the Great Saint realm?
However, after hearing what Old Ancestor Deadly Zen had told him, Zhang Ruochen also fell into silence, and only after a long time did he ask, “That Fire Exalted, did he or did he not reach the Great Saint realm?”
Old Ancestor Deadly Zen shook his head and said, “The realm of a Great Sage is too high to be able to seal the title of Emperor, without reaching that realm, it is impossible to see through them.”
“Under a Great Sage, even if they are strong, they can only withstand a few attacks from a Great Sage at most. Only the Tenth Emperor Yan Li Ren from eight hundred years ago, with his powerful physical body, was able to fight the Great Saints for a long time and remain undefeated. As for winning, that is impossible.”
“According to Poor Monk’s guess, that Fire Exalt, must have already reached the level of a Great Saint.”
Zhang Ruochen sucked in a breath of cool air, the Fire Clan actually had a Great Saint.
One must know that back then, in the Sacred Brightness Central Empire, there was only one Great Saint, Emperor Ming. However, as long as he was in charge, no force dared to be an enemy of the Sacred Brightness Central Empire.
The anger of a Great Saint was enough to exterminate a sect and destroy a clan.
Not to mention Great Saints, even a Saint could inflict immeasurable casualties on a rank and file power.
Zhang Ruochen asked, “Can a Divine Battle Corpse fight against a Fire Exalt?”
The Deadly Zen Old Ancestor said, “Gods, after all, have already died, using a God Battle Corpse to deal with an ordinary Saint is naturally as easy as swatting a fly. However, against great saints ……哏哏 …… do you think a God’s corpse can deal with Emperor Ming?”
Zhang Ruochen gently shook his head.
“Of course, with the battle power of a God Battle Corpse, dragging down the Fire Exalt for an hour or two is not a difficult task.”
Old Ancestor Deadly Zen’s eyes widened as he added, “How about we say it up front, on the seventh day of the next month, the poor monk will do his best to hold back the Fire Exalted for you for two hours, and from now on, he will no longer be indebted to you. As for how to deal with the Moon Worshipping Demon Cult and Shi Qianjie, you will have to rely on yourself.”
“Good.”Zhang Ruochen agreed.
Wanting to block the Great Sage for two hours was obviously not an easy task, and Old Ancestor Deadly Zen immediately retreated and began to go all out to help the Divine Battle Corpse melt the Divine Primordial Ghost King.
Time was like a white foal passing by, it soon reached the fourth day of the first month, and there were only the last three days left before the seventh day of the first month.
All the major forces in the Kunlun Realm sent out representatives, holding invitations, to the Devil Cult’s main altar, Peakless Mountain, ready to witness the marriage between the world’s number one ancient religion and the world’s number one ancient race together.
The cultivators who went to the banquet were all first-class big shots, and they knew very well that the day of the seventh day of the first month would definitely not be peaceful.
The gathering of all the saints of Peakless Mountain was even more lively than the Boundary Son Banquet and the Sword Discussion Conference, and at the same time, it gave off a feeling of a storm coming, the atmosphere was very odd.
The names of Zhang Ruochen, Autumn Rain, Mu Lingshi, and even just Huang Yichen were all spreading louder and louder.
In the last half a month, Zhang Ruochen was however busy, rushing every day, going forward to receive the Sacred Brightness Old Tribe clansmen into the Qiankun Realm.
On this day, Zhang Ruochen arrived at the Lin Ma Fu’s Hidden Book County.
Throughout the entire Hidden Book County, a total of close to a million Sacred Ming Old Clans had gathered, some were cultivators and martial artists, while more were ordinary people who did not cultivate martial arts.
“Go, go, what’s the point of dawdling? His Highness the Crown Prince has a big event to attend to, his time is quite valuable, can you afford to delay?”
“If you don’t leave, I’ll tie you up and drag you away.”
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A burly man with a cultivation of the Fish Dragon Realm, riding on the back of a savage beast, was chastising, a group of commoners who were walking very slowly.
Those people, most of them were the families of Sheng Ming’s old troops, who took one step forward and one step back, unwilling to leave their hometown where they grew up.
The big man with Fish Dragon Realm cultivation, jumped down from the back of the savage beast, pushed on the back of an old man with a white head, and roared, “What are you looking at, the Qiankun Realm is a hundred times better than this place, what’s there to be unwilling to give up?”
“Even if it’s better I won’t go, let the old man die here, don’t force me anymore.”
“If you leave, you can never come back. My son’s bones, still buried in the mountains, who goes to burn incense and repair his grave every year?”
“There are mountains and rivers here that I am familiar with, even if I am found by the court and killed by them, I will not leave.”
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The lifestyle of those ordinary people was different from that of the cultivators, they didn’t just pursue more powerful strength, but lived the most simple life, with special feelings for their hometowns and people that they were unwilling to part with.
“You illiterate bastards, you’re a complete bunch of drags, what’s the use of keeping you?”
The big man with the Fish Dragon Realm cultivation drew a four-foot long battle sword and swung it at them.
In the recent period of time, Zhang Ruochen had been going all out in his cultivation in addition to catching up on the road, and it was not until today that he had seen such a scene, and now not everyone was willing to leave their homeland and go forward to an unfamiliar world.
This scene touched his heart greatly, as if he had suddenly realised something.
“Wow…”
Seeing that big man with the Fish Dragon Realm cultivation draw his sword, Zhang Ruochen’s figure flickered, and in the next moment, he appeared in front of that group of commoners.
That Fish Dragon Realm big man hastily put away his battle sword, his legs softened in fear, and he knelt on the ground, “Pay …… homage to His Highness.”
“Greetings to His Highness the Crown Prince.”
Those civilians around them were even more incomparably frightened and intimidated, kneeling down in a large swathe.
“Everyone doesn’t need to salute, hurry up.”
At the same time, Zhang Ruochen hurriedly helped the nearest white old man up and said, “Elderly man, why are you unwilling to go to the Qiankun Realm?”
That old white man, immediately bursting with old tears, knelt down again and said, “Your Highness, please spare my old bones, my son was killed by the imperial court and buried in the mountains, if I leave, he will become a lonely ghost in the future!”
Next to her, another old woman also knelt down in front of Zhang Ruochen and begged, “Your Highness, we all know that you are doing this for our good, wanting us to go and live in a safer and richer place. However, this is our hometown, with our fields, those familiar people, and the memories of our youth.”
“Your Highness, you just let us wait here to die, we don’t want to leave.”
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At this moment, Zhang Ruochen’s mind was incredibly complicated.
Facing even the most powerful enemies, Zhang Ruochen could wield his sword without fear, but facing the pleas of a group of old and weak women and children made him ask himself if he had done something wrong.
Thinking that everything he did was for their good.
But did he ask them what they wanted?
To force one’s will on them, what was the difference between imprisoning them, enslaving them, and torturing them?
The big man with the Fish Dragon Realm cultivation said fearfully, ”Your Highness, just now, my subordinate was only scaring them, and did not dare to really use the sword on them. There are just too many people like them, and without scaring them a bit, they simply won’t leave. And if they stay in the Kunlun Realm, how could the court let them go?”
Zhang Ruochen was a bit lost in thought, and only after a long while did he say, “Ask them about their own wishes, and if they are unwilling to leave, don’t force them. I will think of other ways to preserve them.”
Hearing Zhang Ruochen’s words, all those ordinary people present cheered.
The old man, who was white and pale, knelt down on the ground and stared at Zhang Ruochen’s back as he said, “Your Highness, will you return to the Kunlun Realm in the future?”
Even a fool could see that the Sacred Brightness Imperial Crown Prince was definitely going to leave the Kunlun Realm very soon, and it was very likely that he would never come back.
After all, the Empress had already become a god, who would dare to collide with a god head on?
Zhang Ruochen trembled and stopped, revealing a smile as he said, ”Will, will definitely, as long as you all still live on this piece of earth, I will definitely come back to see you. The Kunlun Realm, is not that empress’s Kunlun Realm, but the Kunlun Realm of all of us.”
Leaving was only a matter of necessity.
If there was a choice, who would be willing to leave their home, who would be willing to leave the place where I was born and raised, and go to a completely unfamiliar world?
It is hard to leave one’s homeland, this is true.
People, after all, are not cold-blooded animals, not stone, not grass, but also have feelings, have thoughts, have nostalgia.
Zhang Ruochen thought of his mother, Concubine Lin, whom he had always brought with him but rarely accompanied her, sending her to one unfamiliar place after another. In her heart, was she really happy?
