The Wisdom of the Heavenly Dao (Part Two)
The words of Heaven struck Chu Feng's soul directly.
Chu Feng remained silent. As a transmigrator, he understood the Human Race's character better than anyone else.
He didn't say anything about Cang's betrayal back then.
This time, however, it was another betrayal.
The words I spoke to the Human Race back then were merely meant to intimidate them and make them behave themselves.
Unexpectedly, these words instilled hatred in the hearts of the Human Race.
Seeing that Chu Feng did not answer, the voice of Heaven resounded again. "Heaven's Way is impartial and never targets any particular group."
The Lich King is the protagonist of the Great Calamity, vying for supremacy over heaven and earth; this is destiny.
The Human Race was born to complete the world, and it is only after the fall of the Lich King that they will become the protagonists of the world; this is also their destiny.
"But,"
The Heavenly Dao paused for a moment, then continued, "The Human Race has too many inherent flaws."
Greed, selfishness, shortsightedness, ingratitude—these flaws are deeply ingrained in the soul.
Such a race, if it were to acquire power beyond what its nature could bear too early, would only bring greater catastrophe to the Primordial World.
Therefore, they cannot wield power, at least not now.
Chu Feng trembled with fear, a chill running from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.
He wanted to refute this, to say that Human Race also has its shining qualities, its resilience in passing on the torch, and its greatness in sacrificing oneself for righteousness.
But the words, once on the tip of his tongue, turned into a silent bitterness.
Because he knew that what Heaven said was the truth.
The complexity and darkness of human nature are indeed a huge hidden danger.
Heaven is not wrong; it is merely enforcing its rules and maintaining world stability.
Chu Feng always thought he was doing good deeds, but he never imagined that in the eyes of Heaven, his actions were actually like pulling up seedlings to help them grow, sowing the seeds of disaster.
An overwhelming sense of emotion welled up inside me, turning into a long sigh.
What do you want?
Chu Feng raised his head, his gaze calmly meeting the Heavenly Dao.
The Heavenly Dao was satisfied with Chu Feng's attitude, and its voice softened slightly. "It's very simple, the Witch-Demon Calamity will continue, proceeding according to its original trajectory."
If you simply stop interfering, stop protecting Human Race, and let everything return to its proper course.
Afterwards, Human Race remained the dominant force in the world; this was the inevitable trend, and it could not be changed.
"Okay, I promise you."
Chu Feng nodded slowly.
Since this is Human Race nature, there's no need for me to act like this.
They say things shouldn't happen more than three times.
The truth is, once there's one, there's two; once there's two, there's three.
The Heavenly Dao nodded in satisfaction and waved gently at Chu Feng.
In the blink of an eye, the stars shifted, and time and space changed.
When Chu Feng opened his eyes again, he was already back in the Jade Pure Palace on Golden Ao Island.
"My husband!"
Luohu was the first to approach him, looking him up and down before asking, "Has Heaven been against you?"
Inside the palace, Nuwa, Zhen Yuanzi, Hong Yun, Tongtian, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches led by Dijiang all focused their attention on Chu Feng, their eyes filled with concern.
Chu Feng gave Luohu a reassuring smile, gently patted her hand, then looked around at everyone and said in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoists, don't worry, I'm fine."
"Heaven simply had a chat with me."
"You chatted?"
Zhurong looked puzzled, then asked in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoist Chu, what exactly does the Heavenly Dao want with you?"
Everyone looked on with curiosity.
Chu Feng did not hide anything and recounted his conversation with the Heavenly Dao to everyone without missing a single word.
When they heard the Heavenly Dao's evaluation of the Human Race, everyone's expressions varied.
After listening to Chu Feng's account, the hall fell into a deathly silence.
Nuwa spoke first, breaking the silence. "Brother Chu, what do you plan to do?"
The Human Race was created by her and Chu Feng together, so Nuwa would naturally support Chu Feng's decision.
Chu Feng took a deep breath and said firmly, "From today onwards, we will no longer interfere in the Witch-Demon War, nor will we protect the Human Race. Let everything take its natural course."
These words sent a chill down everyone's spines, and they all sighed with emotion.
It seems that Chu Feng is disappointed with the Human Race.
Chu Feng turned his gaze to Dijiang, bowed respectfully, and said apologetically, "Dijiang, the karma of the Witch-Demon War is quite heavy, so we will not participate. Please do not take offense."
Upon seeing this, Dijiang burst into laughter. "Fellow Daoist Chu, what are you saying! We are family, this is nothing to worry about!"
After exchanging a few pleasantries and confirming that Chu Feng was unharmed, everyone took their leave and returned to their respective dojos.
Nuwa, Fuxi, the Xi Wangmu, Twelve Ancestral Witches returned to Buzhou Mountain.
Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi returned to Longevity Mountain.
Chu Feng and Luohu exchanged a glance, then followed Yuanfeng to the Volcano of Immortality.
As soon as she landed, Luohu narrowed her beautiful eyes and looked at Yuanfeng, saying domineeringly, "Go, find the most secluded room for my husband and me. No one is allowed to disturb us without our permission."
Yuanfeng, however, looked like a wronged little wife. She pouted in grievance, not daring to disobey in the slightest, and obediently replied before turning around to make the arrangements.
In his heart, he cursed, "Luohu, you bastard, one day I will avenge this humiliation!"
Then, Yuanfeng suddenly awoke, and the words "Yuanfeng, you don't want to be refined by me, do you?" echoed in her ears.
The current Luohu is far more powerful than she is, and she dares not provoke him.
Soon, in a palace enveloped in rich spiritual energy, Yuanfeng tactfully withdrew.
Only Chu Feng and Luohu remained in the hall.
Luohu moved gracefully to Chu Feng Chu Feng, gently wrapped her arms around his waist, and said, "Husband, let's not think about the affairs of the Human Race."
Chu Feng felt a warmth in his heart, and pulled her into his arms, sighing, "I understand."
Luohu raised her head, her beautiful eyes shimmering with tears, her gaze alluring, her breath sweet as orchids, and whispered in Chu Feng's ear, "Then... my husband, let's do it."
Before Chu Feng could answer, she offered her fragrant lips.
For a moment, the atmosphere inside the hall became ambiguous.
The Yin Yang Two Energies began to merge, the Daoist rhythm flowed, and the laws resonated.
A century has passed in the blink of an eye.
The fluctuations of spiritual energy within the hall subsided, and Luohu leaned lazily against Chu Feng, her face flushed with satisfaction.
She sensed a pitiful aura outside the hall, smiled, and sat up.
She winked at Chu Feng, a hint of teasing in her eyes, and said, "Alright, husband, she's waited so long, it's her turn now. I need to go into seclusion to consolidate my strength."
After saying that, her figure transformed into a streak of black light and disappeared into the hall.
The moment Luohu disappeared, Yuanfeng appeared at the doorway, looking at Chu Feng with eager eyes and a face full of joy. "Husband..."
Yuanfeng is now terrified of Luohu. She has no doubt that Luohu could kill her in the blink of an eye.
Before the Ancestral Dragon and the First Qilin, Yuanfeng could still act arrogantly, but before Luohu, she could only compromise...
Luohu successfully established rules for them.
As she said, if I do not die, you will all be my concubines.
Chu Feng smiled helplessly and waved to her.
Yuanfeng was overjoyed and rushed into his arms.
The candlelight went out, and the clouds and rain turned.
In the Primordial World time, years are immeasurable, time is worthless, and the passing years are fleeting.
The time for a truce between the Lich and the Demon race has come.
Meanwhile, in the Demon Clan Heavenly Court.
Di Jun, dressed in imperial robes, stood atop the palace, his voice resounding throughout every corner of the Primordial World.
"The ceasefire is over. We will fight the Witch Clan to the death!"