Talents Converge, Minghe Encounters Duke of the East
Ling Xiao looked on with curiosity, and unexpectedly spotted the Ancestral Witch Qiangliang and Zhurong at a glance.
It's obvious that this was Houtu's doing; Qiangliang and Zhurong don't have this ability.
"Does Houtu also want to seize the destiny of the Human Race?"
Ling Xiao's eyes flickered. The Houtu of today was not the Houtu who swallowed her anger in the original story.
After experiencing various changes, unexpected chemical reactions will naturally be triggered.
Even if Houtu wanted to fight against the Heavenly Dao Hongjun now, Ling Xiao wouldn't be too surprised.
"The Witch Clan has arrived; let me see what other hidden talents they have."
Ling Xiao smiled, his gaze sweeping across the Human Race land, taking in everything.
"Duke of the East... Minghe..."
These two also surprised him somewhat, especially Minghe. Giving up such a powerful innate foundation and being reborn as a human—what kind of bewitching must he have been to do such a thing?
As for the Duke of the East, he had almost forgotten about him, but unexpectedly he reappeared.
Ling Xiao watched with great interest, and soon discovered that Fuxi had become the leader of a tribe.
Fuxi was something that already existed; there's nothing surprising about that.
In addition, Ling Xiao also saw the presence of other demon races, including the original demon race leaders.
Although there weren't many, he still spotted a familiar figure.
Putting all that aside, there were also some powerful beings who had visited Purple Heaven Palace, who, for reasons unknown, were reincarnated as Human Race.
For example, there was the powerful Kongming who once went to the Sun Star to invite Ling Xiao to join the Immortal Court, only to be slapped away by Kongming.
"It seems the allure of becoming a saint is far greater than I imagined!"
Ling Xiao thought to himself that he was being too naive, having forgotten the hardships he had endured before becoming a saint.
In fact, if it weren't for Hongjun's interference, proving the Primordial Origin would not have been difficult for him; it would have just been a matter of time.
But for the vast majority of beings who lack the opportunity or destiny, becoming a saint is not only the ultimate goal, but also the most difficult goal to achieve.
The path ahead has been sealed off by the Heavenly Dao Hongjun.
The Way of the Three Corpses directly crippled all those innate beings who had the potential to become saints.
Thinking of this, Ling Xiao's expression shifted, and a strange smile appeared on his lips.
"What would happen if the secret of Slashing the Three Corpses were revealed and all living beings in the Primordial World knew about it?"
"First of all, Hongjun's mother might not be alive..."
Ling Xiao thought to himself, he had already made up his mind to find a suitable opportunity to release it and see what would happen.
Then, Ling Xiao withdrew his gaze and stopped looking at the situation of the Human Race.
He already knew in his heart that with so many powerful Human Race gathered, a great war would soon break out.
A Zhuolu of heroes vied for the Human Emperor.
But in the end, it was all in vain.
The prerequisite is that Ziwei can withstand the pressure.
Outside, after a period of development, many reincarnated humans, and those treacherous beings lurking among Human Race, began to slowly reveal their fangs.
After such a long period of cultivation, many powerful beings have already achieved considerable skill.
This day.
Minghe cultivated his innate technique, the "Blood Scripture," and his cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds. After a long period of time, he finally found the figure of the Duke of the East.
This is a sacred mountain, and in the deep valley between the mountains, the Minghe and its old rival, the Duke of the East, met.
Although they had long since changed their appearances, they instinctively recognized each other the moment they met.
"The Minghe?"
"Duke of the East!"
The two men faced off, secretly on guard, ready to fight at any moment.
The Duke of the East looked at the red-haired man in front of him, his expression somewhat unpleasant. It wasn't that he was afraid of the Minghe, but rather that he was surprised, too unexpected.
Taiqing had never told him before that the Minghe had also been reincarnated as a human.
Now, seeing the Minghe, he began to question his life, feeling utterly deceived!
How did you know I was here?
The Duke of the East asked coldly, his eyes flashing with a chilling light, a clear indication that enemies are extremely hostile towards each other.
Not only did Minghe nearly kill him, but it also stole half of the Primordial Violet Qi.
This is an irreconcilable feud.
Minghe sneered, sizing up the Duke of the East as if he were a delicious prey.
"If I wanted to, I would find a thousand ways to do it."
"Hand over that half of the Primordial Violet Qi, and I might consider letting you die a quicker death!"
The Minghe unleashed a terrifying killing intent, causing the wind and clouds to change color. Its powerful aura made even the Duke of the East feel a chill in his heart.
"Primordial Unity Golden Immortal!"
No wonder Minghe was so fearless and confident; that filthy thing has already cultivated to become Primordial Unity Golden Immortal!
He himself is currently only at the peak of the Golden Immortal realm.
The difference is huge!
Duke of the East steadied himself and asked expressionlessly, though he was slightly flustered inside, he remained outwardly calm.
"Even if you don't tell me, I already know. It was Taiqing who made you reincarnate Human Race to compete for the throne of the Human Emperor?"
Minghe's words reminded him that this beast had probably found its way here by using the connection between the Primordial Violet Qi.
Upon hearing this, Minghe snorted coldly and laughed, "My reincarnation is naturally for the sake of the Human Emperor, but I was not instructed by anyone; it was all of my own free will."
What is his identity?
To say that one was instructed by someone else would be utterly ridiculous.
"Minghe, I am the Human Emperor appointed by the Taiqing Saint. You cannot touch me. I do not wish to fight today. You may leave now, and we can settle our score another day."
The Duke of the East spoke calmly, appearing mysterious and unpredictable, as if he had an immense reliance on him.
He directly invoked Laozi, stating that he was someone Laozi had chosen, someone extremely important and untouchable.
But this trick of borrowing the tiger's power naturally couldn't fool the cunning and experienced Minghe.
"Enough with the nonsense. Now I'll give you another choice: obediently hand over that half of the Primordial Violet Qi, and I might spare your life. You can stay by my side as a flute-playing page. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
Minghe said with a wicked smile, "I suddenly changed my mind. Killing Duke of the East directly might displease Laozi."
Before he became a saint, Laozi still had to be given some face.
"You beast, you think you're worthy? That half-finished Primordial Violet Qi has already merged with my soul, so give up on that idea!"
With a furious roar, the Duke of the East's eyes flashed with murderous intent, as if he wished he could tear the Minghe into eight pieces and grind its bones to dust.
But he couldn't do it!
"Heh, since that's the case, then I will refine and devour you, so you can experience the greatest suffering in the world. You brought this all upon yourself!"
Minghe grinned maliciously, raising his large hand to grab at Duke of the East, who was nothing more than a piece of meat in his eyes.
"Have you given up resisting?"
Seeing that Duke of the East had no intention of making a move, Minghe sneered inwardly and mercilessly brought down his large hand, intending to kill Duke of the East!
"Boom!"
A golden light burst forth, and a golden staff appeared in the hand of the Duke of the East, unleashing powerful energy as it blasted towards the target.
With a deafening roar, blood stained the sky, Minghe's massive hand, along with half of its body, was shattered.
"Ah!"
"You beast! You actually brought a magical artifact with you?"
The Minghe roared, looking at the golden staff in the hands of the Duke of the East, which was the Top-Grade Innate Being Dragon-Headed Staff bestowed upon him by the Dao Ancestor in the past.