Chapter 877 The Rise of World War
This is not the first time that Fang Yuan has seen the things in the stele being erased.
When he was in Qingyangzong, what he saw was an incomplete dream, which is also understandable. After all, what Qingyangzong kept was only a stone slab, or a fragment of a certain stone tablet. Because there were too many missing, Fang Yuan could only roughly guess what happened from the stone tablet.
But now, he saw another broken stone tablet, which was missing the most crucial part!
If there is such a mysterious primordial Dao Qi, how is it cultivated?
This most critical part is gone.
Is it a coincidence, or is it deliberately done by some existence?
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Fang Yuan was quietly in the cave, thinking for a long time, but he still had no answer.
There is only so much content on the stele, and there is only so much he can see.
Many things cannot be deduced without a key piece.
He thought that he would be able to unlock all the secrets after seeing enough stone tablets, but he never expected that these secrets are still a mystery. He can deduce many possibilities from the contents left by the stone tablets, but he doesn't know which possibility is true. What's more, he didn't find a real solution to all these problems from the stone tablets...
...or does that method not exist?
What did the group of people in Kunlun Mountains see in the stone tablet thousands of years ago, which led to their later derivation?
The Lord of Darkness, guessed something, and insisted on going that way?
Fang Yuan seems to have guessed it, but he would rather not have guessed it!
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"Mr. Fang Yuan, it's time!"
Outside the cave, a childish voice sounded.
Fang Yuan walked out of the cave, and saw that the person who called him was a boy from Xiaolei Terrace.
He knew that Xianmeng had already made all the preparations.
The matter has come to this point, and perhaps the only way to deal with the most imminent matter is to focus on the present.
When Fang Yuan arrived on the square stone platform at the core of Xiaolei Terrace, he could see that Mr. Lei, Saint Tiankui, Saint Gufang, Saint Luchuan, and Saint Jingtian who had just arrived were already waiting here. Beside them, there was a big drum with some rough and ancient patterns on it.
"After reading the stele, what have you learned?"
Seeing Fang Yuan's gaze cast over him, the Tiankui sage seemed a little curious, and asked in a deep voice.
Fang Yuan shook his head, and said, "I guessed something, but I'm not sure, and I don't have the slightest clue!"
Saint Tiankui didn't seem surprised, and said: "Before there were so many people on Kunlun Mountain, and there were countless detailed information on hand, even they couldn't find a way, let alone you, this result should have been guessed a long time ago..."
Fang Yuan heard the meaning of his words and just nodded.
The current self has only reached the level before the group of Kunlun Mountain people formally retreated thousands of years ago. After their retreat, they have studied what they have studied and found out the truth.
What's more, Kunlun Mountain failed thousands of years ago, and now, the hope of success is even slimmer.
Perhaps, the Tiankui sage also realized something, so he was so emotional!
"Soldiers come to block, water comes to flood the soil, what do you think about so much?"
Mr. Lei's voice was as dull as thunder, he smiled coldly, and said, "Just solve the problem in front of you first!"
Fang Yuan knew what the problem they were referring to was the same thing he thought of when he was in the Qingyang Sect, and after the Immortal League knew the existence of the Transcending Tribulation Puppet, it also thought of this problem, or in other words, this is the only solution.
It was something Fang Yuan felt gratified to agree with Xianmeng's decision.
But before deciding to do this, he still asked: "Seniors, we do this, right?"
Saint Tiankui turned his head to look at Fang Yuan, and said, "We have to do this!"
Fang Yuan was silent for a while, then said: "Some people think that we should not make decisions for the people of the world!"
Saint Tiankui looked at Fang Yuan for a long time, then suddenly laughed, and said, "I feel a little relieved that you can say that. In fact, I have been worried that you have the name of a saint, and you will really regard the world as a dog. You can have this worry now. Maybe it shows that your state of mind is not a real saint, but it also shows that you are still a person!"
While talking, he stood up slowly, and said, "However, this idea must be cut off after all!"
"This world is indeed a world for the people of the world, but the fate of the world cannot really be decided by the people of the world, because there is a lack of people's hearts, and the more people decide on a matter, the more trouble will happen. People have always been like this. The more people there are, the more stupid they appear. If there are too many people, even some obvious things will eventually come to a wrong choice!"
He shook his head lightly, and said, "So, the human world doesn't actually have the ability to choose one's own destiny!"
Fang Yuan listened carefully, what the sage Tiankui said was that the world does not have the ability to choose fate, not power!
Having said that, the Tiankui sage looked at Fang Yuan seriously, and said, "So, we can only make the decision on behalf of the human world. If we win, then we will be wise ancestors, and we will be remembered forever, and the world will pass on us for thousands of years..."
"If we lose, we will be the most vicious careerists, and the world will hate us for thousands of years!"
"However, whether we win or lose, we always have to make a decision..."
"...It is also one of our responsibilities to take the blame!"
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The Tiankui sage's words solved a problem in Fang Yuan's mind.
It also made him finally make up his mind.
He raised his head, with a calm expression, and said, "I'm ready!"
This is the first time that he didn't call himself "junior" in front of these big figures in the world, but "I"!
The Tiankui sage laughed and said, "Everyone is ready!"
At this moment, Mr. Lei suddenly turned his eyes strangely, and said, "That road..."
Fang Yuan said: "I have made arrangements!"
Mr. Lei nodded and said no more, just carried a black box on his back.
Fang Yuan glanced at Saint Tiankui, looked at the drum, and said, "Let me beat it!"
Tiankui sage said with a smile: "If you knock it, you will be responsible for it!"
Fang Yuan said: "After all, I am younger. You have been famous for thousands of years. Shouldn't the opportunity to show your face be given to juniors?"
The Tiankui sage laughed and said, "Go!"
Fang Yuan walked up to the big drum, took a deep breath, picked up two drumsticks, and hit them hard. He was not good at music, the only drum he could play was Mobian's snare drum.
With a strong heart, a solemn voice, the world has changed!
Tiankui sage, Jingtian sage, Luchuan sage, Gufang sage, Mr. Lei, etc., were all listening to the sound of the drum quietly, the smiles on their faces gradually faded away, replaced by an indomitable calm and a dark murderous intent!
Tiankui sage swung his sleeves, and a huge ghost-headed hammer appeared in his hand, and he lifted it on his shoulder.
"Let's go!"
He said in a deep voice, purple clouds rose from under his feet, supporting him into the air.
At the same time, Fang Yuan also threw the drumsticks, and set foot on the Nine Heavens together with several other saints and Mr. Lei.
Rumble!
The aura hit the seat, the avenue oscillated, the stream of light steepened, and swept in one direction.
Inside the Xiaolei Terrace, countless disciples from Leizhou, inspectors and elders of the Immortal League, all bowed their heads in unison at this moment, and bowed respectfully to the streamers going away, with a low voice: "Send some saints to eliminate demons!"
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Far to the north, amidst the ice and snow, Jianshou Xijianchi, who sat quietly on the top of a snow mountain, told the seven young people in front of him. He sighed softly, stood up slowly, and a boy beside him held a sword in both hands and brought it to him. He took the sword and laughed softly: "It's time to get down to business..."
His figure turned into sword light and disappeared into the void in an instant. The seven swordsmen behind him all bowed respectfully.
Huangzhou Jiuchongtian, the Immortal Emperor of Jiuchongtian struggled alone in the back mountain for a long time, when the sound of the drum finally came, he just sighed softly and said "time is not waiting for me", and then he didn't care about meeting the prince and grandson outside, and suddenly flew away, the emperor was majestic.
"It's time for me to get down to business!"
In the Devil's Edge Bahuang City, the white-robed warrior Ren Longdan put on a dilapidated black armor and raised his spear.
Facing the dark clouds all over the sky, he shouted sharply and soared into the sky.
Wherever the figure passed, the dark cloud was torn apart, revealing the bright sun behind the cloud!
"Old Ancestor, I should handle this matter!"
On Wangqing Island in the South China Sea, Empress Baishi stood in front of her ancestor who was leaning on a dragon's crutch with her hands behind her back.
"You are not qualified enough, this battle, I can only fight!"
The ancestors of Wangqing Island sneered, pulled off Empress Baishi, and strode into the air. There was no look of oldness, the emptiness and silence, only the solemn background of an old man, and a sentence: "Baishi, from today onwards, you are the master of Wangqing Island!"
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On Donghuang Mountain, Daozi of Donghuang Mountain stood on the top of the mountain with a wide robe and slow sleeves.
"You can't go!"
In front of him, the guard of Donghuang Mountain looked cold, as if he was giving orders, not persuasion.
"I also know that Donghuang Mountain cannot miss this battle!"
The keeper of Donghuang Mountain has never been as decisive as this moment: "So, I will replace Donghuang Mountain in the past, and you will stay here, continue to live, deduce a complete way, and lead the future world! Just like I said to you before, I will take the blame, the fame belongs to you, I will send you to death, and the world belongs to you!"
"This is my responsibility as a mountain guardian!"