One Thing Subdues Another, the Struggle for Fortune

Kunpeng smiled and included the Human Race in his calculations, seemingly still harboring resentment because of the loss he suffered last time.

"Heh heh, let's do it. Just thinking about how smug those ants look makes me angry."

"Last time, the Witch Clan's interference allowed them to escape unscathed, but this time we absolutely cannot let them get away with it!"

The Guiche chattered incessantly, its face filled with cruelty.

"Excellent! Let them know the power of my demon race!"

"Exterminate them all!"

The group of powerful demons roared with excitement, unanimously agreeing with the proposal.

The pent-up resentment from being oppressed by the Witch Clan for so long needed an outlet.

"Begin preparations now, and be ready to launch an attack at any time!"

With a thunderous roar, the Kunpeng issued its command, and the decision was made.

At the same time.

Laozi and Yuanshi arrived at the Sea of Blood, and couldn't help but frown as soon as they appeared.

At this moment, on the Sea of Blood, tens of thousands of Asura are training, playing a human symphony, rising and falling rhythmically.

"A bunch of beasts!"

Yuanshi snorted coldly and released a slight trace of holy might. Instantly, thousands upon thousands of Asura were stunned, their expressions filled with terror, and they plunged into the sea.

"Hehe, I wonder what wind blew the two Sage here?"

A Daoist voice echoed from the Sea of Blood, and the figure of Minghe slowly emerged from the water. Upon seeing Yuanshi, a hint of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes.

If Yuanshi wasn't Sage, he would have drawn his sword and struck long ago.

Laozi Tzu, perceptive of subtle signs, understood Minghe's thoughts and immediately cut to the chase. "Minghe, I know you are unwilling, but becoming a saint is not so easy; it requires some fortuitous opportunities."

"We have come here today for this very purpose. If you can accomplish this in accordance with the will of Heavenly Dao, and with our words of praise to our teacher, it is not impossible for you to become a saint!"

He revealed his true intentions, no longer bothering to pretend, and directly resorted to threats and inducements.

"Hehe, Yuanshi Daoist Yuanshi said the same thing last time, and as a result... I was almost struck dead by heavenly lightning!"

Minghe sneered. Although he was dissatisfied, his tone was gentle and his attitude was friendly. After all, Sage and could not be disrespected.

Upon hearing this, Yuanshi smiled wryly and said, "I'm not talking nonsense; you simply haven't grasped the deeper meaning."

"Establishing a religion and becoming a saint is about establishing morality and fulfilling a mission."

"Minghe, I ask you, what is the moral mission of your Asura Sect?"

The resounding and powerful Daoist voice was so firm that it startled Minghe for a moment before he could finally stammer a reply.

"The doctrine of the Asura Sect is naturally to maintain the Primordial World order. Is such a mission not grand enough, not in accordance with the will of Heaven?"

"Wrong, terribly wrong! Do you even understand where you went wrong?" Yuanshi shouted, his face solemn and dignified.

Minghe was startled and began to doubt himself. Could it be that I was really wrong?

Where did I go wrong?

He stubbornly asked, determined not to be fooled by Yuanshi.

"Maintaining the Primordial World order and guarding peace in all directions is the responsibility of the disciples appointed by the Dao Ancestor, and the responsibility of the Six Sages of Heaven and Earth."

"Is your Minghe within this place?"

Finally, Yuanshi stared directly at him and asked, his gaze sharp and terrifying.

Minghe dared not meet his gaze, feeling guilty.

He is certainly not included here; if he were, there would be no need for establishing a religion and becoming a saint.

Upon closer reflection, Yuanshi's words do indeed make sense. When he established his religion, he was only thinking about showing off, and he only thought about making the doctrines as grand as possible, without ever considering whether they were appropriate.

"It was my oversight!"

Minghe felt annoyed. It turned out that he had misunderstood Yuanshi Daoist Yuanshi and failed to grasp his deeper meaning.

Thinking of this, Minghe immediately cupped his hands in humility and said, "I was wrong. I beg the Yuqing Saint to have mercy and give me some guidance."

"Hmm... It's never too late to admit your mistakes and correct them." Yuanshi nodded slightly, his hands behind his back, looking down at the Minghe from his high position.

"To become a saint, you need to make a certain contribution to heaven and earth. First, complete the important task entrusted to you by us, and I will naturally give you some guidance in the future, because this is what you, Minghe, deserve."

Yuanshi adopted a haughty attitude and said with an arrogant expression.

"Little Ming understands," Minghe said humbly. Faced with the temptation of becoming a saint, he was willing to give up everything.

This series of actions made Laozi give his second brother a thumbs up in admiration.

She's so capable.

This is called "one thing subdues another".

The cunning Minghe was tamed like a tortoise before Yuanshi.

"Ahem... that's how it is."

Laozi coughed lightly, picked up the conversation, and then explained the purpose of his visit.

Minghe listened intently, his gaze shifting and changing in a complex and unpredictable manner.

They talked for a long time before Laozi and Yuanshi left the Sea of Blood, leaving only Minghe standing on Sea of Blood.

His expression was strange, and he only slowly withdrew his gaze, shook his head and chuckled, after Laozi and Yuanshi had disappeared.

"Interesting... So it was to bring me into the world so that I could help the demon race fight against the Witch Clan."

"They claimed it was because the Witch Clan's indiscriminate Slaughter offended Heaven and Earth, thus incurring the wrath of the gods, and that they used the Demon Clan to annihilate the Witch Clan."

"I think you're the ones who're abusing your power and trying to get me to step in and help the demon race kill the Ancestral Witch. Who in the world doesn't know about the feud between you Three Pure Ones and the Ancestral Witch?"

Minghe sneered inwardly. Laozi had told him that the Witch Clan was against the will of Heaven and Earth, and therefore could not be tolerated by Heaven and Earth, but in his view, this was just a personal grudge.

Perhaps because it was inconvenient for Sage to act directly, he used this method to scheme against the Ancestral Witch.

In his view, this was merely a personal feud between the Three Pure Ones and the Ancestral Witch, and had nothing to do with anything else.

On this point, Laozi and Yuanshi did not tell the truth, nor did they tell Styx the truth about Minghe Witch-Demon Catastrophe.

And Minghe would also fill in the blanks and think of other things.

"Enough! The feud between the Three Pure Ones and the Ancestral Witch is none of my business. Let it be the will of Heaven and Earth. I, Minghe, will act on behalf of Heaven this once again!"

A cold smile crept across the Minghe, his heart churning with turmoil.

The day the Wu and Demon races go to war will be the time for him to make his move and let all living beings in the world witness the splendor of the Asura Clan!

In the Primordial World, at Mount Shouyang.

Ziwei sat cross-legged in the tribe, cultivating, with Qilin Seal above his head and a rich aura of fortune hanging down.

Since the Human Race defeated the demon race last time, his luck has soared, and he has naturally benefited as well, with his cultivation already reaching the mid-stage of the Daluo Golden Immortal realm.

"The Way of Destiny is amazing! If I had this kind of cultivation speed in my previous life, I would have become a saint long ago!" Ziwei exclaimed, her gratitude towards Ling Xiao reaching new heights.

Just then, the Qilin Seal above their heads trembled, emitting strange fluctuations, as if it had been stimulated.

Ziwei's expression shifted, and a strange look flashed in her eyes.

"Qilin Seal, what's wrong with you?"

He raised his hand and caught it in his palm to examine it closely, only then did he understand the reason behind it.

"Human Race's destiny is slipping away, and some are vying for it!"

Ziwei's expression changed drastically. He moved and appeared outside the tribe, his sharp gaze sweeping across the Human Race land.