The Sword of Damocles is Only Useful When Hanging

Hongjun's words struck directly at the heart of the Heavenly Dao.

Yes, Luo Hou was a ruthless person, so ruthless he would even kill himself.

At that time, the Heavenly Dao actually didn't dare to choose the madman Luo Hou at all.

If Luo Hou became ruthless without any regard, the Heavenly Dao might collapse.

It had no choice.

It wasn't until after joining the Dao that Hongjun understood this principle: he had been tricked.

Originally, if he hadn't agreed to join the Dao, the Heavenly Dao would have had no choice but to yield a portion of its authority to him.

Just like the Saints who came after, they also had partial authority over the Heavenly Dao.

Unfortunately, Hongjun understood this principle too late.

His primordial spirit was already entrusted to the Heavenly Dao, setting a bad precedent.

From then on, anyone who achieved sainthood would entrust their primordial spirit to the Heavenly Dao.

If Hongjun had understood this principle before becoming a Saint.

He would never have entrusted his primordial spirit to the Heavenly Dao, giving the Heavenly Dao a handle to control him, much less join the Dao.

"Hongjun, although your primordial spirit is entrusted to me and you are restricted, aren't you also immortal and indestructible?"

"If I weren't controlled by you, would I die? I wouldn't die, so how could I be destroyed?"

Hongjun directly exposed the Heavenly Dao's scheme. What nonsense about being immortal and indestructible.

I achieved the fruit of a Primordial Era Saint; it is the fruit of the Primordial world. Would the will of heaven and earth let me die?

Taking a step back, to kill a Saint, one would need to be in the Heavenly Dao realm.

If I, who achieved sainthood first, let later generations climb up and achieve the Heavenly Dao realm, then it means I am trash and deserve to die.

Otherwise, only if I achieve the Heavenly Dao realm, would I die?

The Heavenly Dao fell silent. It also knew that Hongjun had already figured out its calculations.

It simply hid away. It had originally wanted to vent, but who knew it would be vented upon instead? Why stay and wait for the other party to praise you?

At this moment, Hongjun was not afraid of the Heavenly Dao at all.

The Heavenly Dao was not yet complete; it hadn't even passed the Witch-Demon Tribulation. It couldn't do anything to him.

It was just a pity that he also couldn't do anything to the Heavenly Dao.

In the Human Race Dao Palace, the Heavenly Dao didn't speak, just stared blankly at Qing Xuanzi.

Qing Xuanzi gritted his teeth and also didn't speak. I'll just endure it.

"Good, a disciple of the Profound Gate. Take out the Blessing Seed. You don't need to wait ten thousand years. Now you can answer my questions freely."

"I will not take out the Blessing Seed. And you are right, my answer doesn't need to wait ten thousand years. I can answer you now: No."

"Aren't you truly afraid I'll destroy you? Take it out, and at least now I can let bygones be bygones."

"I am afraid, but before I die, I will definitely take you with me first."

Qing Xuanzi's calm tone brought a smile to Hongjun's face in the Purple Cloud Palace, a face that had remained expressionless for ten thousand years.

When Hongjun heard the Heavenly Dao ask Qing Xuanzi for the Blessing Seed, his heart leaped into his throat, fearing that Qing Xuanzi might have a moment of madness and just hand it over.

Fortunately, not only did he not take it out, but he also directly answered the Heavenly Dao's question, resolving a disaster that would have occurred ten thousand years later.

Moreover, he could tell that Qing Xuanzi was telling the truth; he would definitely take it with him before he died.

There was even a moment when Hongjun hoped the Heavenly Dao would strike ruthlessly, letting Qing Xuanzi take it away.

But the Heavenly Dao was not foolish; it did not act, merely giving Qing Xuanzi a meaningful look before leaving.

Qing Xuanzi's entire back was soaked with sweat.

He was afraid, afraid that if the Heavenly Dao had a moment of madness, it would directly perish with him.

Fortunately, the Heavenly Dao did not.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Qing Xuanzi pursed his lips and said, "Do you think I'm stupid? The Sword of Damocles is only useful when it's hanging. Once it falls, it's just a broken sword."

The persistent pressure from the Heavenly Dao that had been haunting Qing Xuanzi finally lifted.

Qing Xuanzi felt a loosening in his state of mind.

A good opportunity, Qing Xuanzi inwardly exclaimed. He immediately sat down cross-legged and began circulating the Five Grand Primordial Arts.

Cultivating the Five Grand Primordial Arts had a unique characteristic: as long as one reached a certain turn, they would be at the peak of the corresponding realm.

Currently, Qing Xuanzi was at the eighth turn, corresponding to the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

With his realm loosening, taking the opportunity to cultivate, barring any accidents, advancing to the Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm was a certainty.

A thousand years passed in a flash. When Qing Xuanzi opened his eyes, a piercing gaze shot out.

He had advanced to the Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm, reaching a realm in less than five thousand years that others couldn't reach in tens of millions of years.

He truly lived up to his title as the Son of Human Dao's Fortune.

The Human Dao's fortune above his head was so dense it was almost forming droplets.

Approximately thirty percent of the Human Race's fortune had condensed above his head.

Nüwa, as a Saint, created the Human Race and enjoyed thirty-five percent of the Human Race's fortune.

Qing Xuanzi's Human Race fortune at this time was only half a percent less than hers.

After emerging from seclusion, Qing Xuanzi went directly to the lecture hall without a word.

The hall was already filled with Human Race Immortals.

Seeing Qing Xuanzi appear on the high platform, they all bowed down, "Greetings, Worthy Teacher."

Qing Xuanzi nodded slightly and said, "Yes, all sit down. The lecture begins."

Another five hundred years passed. This time, Qing Xuanzi focused on teaching the Dao of Weapon Crafting and the Dao of Arrays.

He felt that when these two Daos were combined, their power would inevitably increase greatly.

In order to cope with the future slaughter by the Demon Race, he intentionally raised the combat power of the Human Race, and thus specifically spent five hundred years teaching the two Daos of Arrays and Weapons.

After the sermon ended, Qing Xuanzi was carefully contemplating the gains from this session.

Each sermon was a deeper understanding of his own cultivation path, and would inevitably bring greater rewards.

"Junior Brother Qing Xuanzi, this old Daoist will walk around the Human Race. You won't object, will you?" Laozi's voice reached Qing Xuanzi's ears.

This is bad, Qing Xuanzi inwardly cried out, This is bad. In my excitement, I forgot about this. Laozi is coming to the Human Race to establish a sect.

Once he established the Humanity Sect, a portion of the Human Race's destiny would inevitably be divided and go to him.

He and Nüwa already occupied sixty-five percent of the Human Race's destiny, which was the limit.

Not a single bit more of destiny could be drawn from the Human Race. After all, the other members of the Human Race also needed destiny.

If they drew any more, something would happen to the Human Race!

If Laozi were to establish the Humanity Sect in the future, that destiny would not be drawn from the Human Race itself, but would definitely be drawn from his and Nüwa's Human Race destiny.

Damn it, I was careless. I actually forgot about this, and now he's here.

What to do? Drive him away? Damn it, he's your Senior Brother after all. If you drive him away, where will Hongjun put his face?

Hongjun just helped you a great deal, and in the blink of an eye, you're stepping on his face and rubbing it on the ground.

Qing Xuanzi couldn't do such a thing.

"Please, Senior Brother Laozi, come and meet," Qing Xuanzi could only reply like this. He would talk to him face-to-face first.

Laozi's figure slowly appeared before Qing Xuanzi.

"Junior Brother Qing Xuanzi, you truly have extraordinary talent. In just a few thousand years, you've gone directly from Golden Immortal to peak Quasi-Saint."

The moment he stood before Qing Xuanzi, Laozi felt the surging and profound magic power in Qing Xuanzi's body and couldn't help but exclaim.

"Senior Brother Laozi is joking. Qing Xuanzi was just lucky."

"Don't be overly modest. The fact that Teacher could accept you as his final disciple says a lot."

Qing Xuanzi smiled and didn't get entangled in this issue. Extraordinary is extraordinary, so be it.

"May I ask why Senior Brother Laozi has come to my Human Race?"

"Recently, I was in deep stillness and felt that the Human Race held my opportunity, so I came," Laozi didn't play guessing games and directly stated his purpose.

Qing Xuanzi knew: Laozi has sensed the opportunity to become a Saint. Damn it, why didn't I plan ahead?

What to do? Waiting online, it's urgent.