The Human Race Endures, Xiangliu Is Forever Suppressed

If Ao Yang only felt dizzy at this moment, then Fuxi was truly dizzy and disoriented.

Its dragon-like appearance, unsuitable for a whip, becomes just like a real whip in the hands of the Savage Wilderness Giant.

The secret is rotation.

Ultra-high speed rotation!

No matter what kind of collision it is, once it starts spinning, it looks no different from a slightly thicker golden whip.

Therefore, at this moment, the Human Path Golden Dragon of Karmic Fortune (Fuxi) was spinning at high speed while being used as a whip to lash Xiangliu.

And...

He also had to listen to Xiangliu, who was being whipped, constantly cursing him.

How utterly innocent this is...

Therefore, Fuxi, feeling dizzy, increased his efforts, mobilizing even more power from the Nine Provinces Barrier.

Then.

Xiangliu's screams became even more piercing.

However, the amount of insults directed at Fuxi was significantly less.

Fuxi's wisp of consciousness couldn't help but feel satisfied.

Seeing Xiangliu screaming in agony, the Savage Wilderness Giant suddenly stopped what he was doing, as if he had had enough fun.

He held the Human Path Golden Dragon of Karmic Fortune high in his hand.

Even as the golden dragon swung at supersonic speed, it maintained an upright posture, as if it were holding a golden... spear!

The Savage Wilderness Giant, who was about to make a move, paused, then slightly changed its swaying motion, and the originally straight golden dragon tilted slightly to both sides.

The original spear shape was flattened, resembling a golden longsword.

Then, a satisfied smile appeared on the face of the Savage Wilderness Giant.

"You calamity beast Xiangliu, given the various disasters you have caused in my Human Race territory and the massacres you have committed against my Human Race, I... Dayu, hereby borrow the power of the Nine Provinces to eternally imprison you here."

The moment the words left his mouth.

The golden greatsword in his hand crashed down, and a dazzling beam of light shot straight into the Yunxiao.

Within that dazzling light lies the power of Human Path, a power born from the suppression of what is called humanity.

As long as Human Race exists, this oppression of humanity will not disappear.

Xiangliu would then be suppressed indefinitely, with no chance of escape.

Just by looking at this dazzling pillar of Tongtian, one can clearly see the Human Path will contained within it.

This also quieted down the Quasi-Sage and powerful beings in the Primordial World.

Although Xiangliu had not perished, they all knew at this moment that... there would no longer be Great Witch named Xiangliu in the Primordial World.

This scene caused many powerful beings who previously harbored ulterior motives towards the Human Race to conceal their desires even more deeply.

Um!

Those little schemes will never disappear.

Therefore, these powerful figures decided to be even more secretive, or to slightly alter their plans.

The dazzling light slowly faded away.

All that remained was a large black swamp, transformed by Xiangliu's power, and five high platforms surrounding it, which served as objects of suppression.

On the vast, desolate land.

The sun is setting in the west.

The dim sunlight shone on the giant, who stood on the earth, gazing at his defeated enemy.

He turned around and looked at the civilians he had saved.

"Brother Fuxi, thank you!"

Inside the Nine Provinces Barrier, Guiling waved his hands excitedly and shouted.

Jinling, who had been smiling, froze.

What the heck?

Senior Brother Fuxi?

That Fuxi?

Saint Emperor?

At this moment, countless questions arose in Jinling's mind.

Meanwhile, the Savage Wilderness Giant, who was about to fly away with his hands raised, paused and looked at the Guiling from afar with a hint of resentment in his eyes.

Meanwhile, a very faint smile appeared on the lips of the Human Path Golden Dragon of Karmic Fortune standing to the side.

Then, the rich expressions on the Savage Wilderness Giant's face vanished instantly, and his expressionless, rugged face quietly watched the Guiling and the Jinling in the distance.

Among the Savage Wilderness Giant, the countless Human Race cultivators who formed the Human Race formation were just as expressionless as the Savage Wilderness Giant themselves.

Although...

In their minds, they had just accomplished something momentous.

Although they knew they hadn't done it.

But...

The incredibly real sensation they had just experienced told them that they were the ones who had done what had just happened.

They didn't even feel like they were being controlled at all, from beginning to end.

It was as if they were truly the Great Witch Xiangliu whom they had oppressed.

This feeling was shared by Yu and the other four Daluo Golden Immortal Human Race.

"Is this... the power of His Majesty the Saint Emperor?"

In Yu's heart, extreme realism and extreme unreality collided. Despite his chaotic thoughts, Yu did not feel the slightest discomfort.

At the same time, an extremely mysterious method slowly emerged in his sea of consciousness.

"Wow!"

Fire Cloud Cave.

Fuxi was looking up at the sky, suddenly smiled.

Although his actions this time were miserable, he was used as a whip, regarded as the real culprit by the entire Primordial World, and constantly insulted by Xiangliu.

But...

That last "Thank you, Senior Brother Fuxi" alone was enough to make Fuxi smile for a thousand years.

Of course, I'm not a hardcore fangirl; I'm just happy that my junior sister is thanking me.

Instead, it was the thought of that person's expression at that moment that made me think.

Fuxi couldn't help but want to drink three large cups of wine in a row, and then compose a poem to express his feelings at that moment.

But...

Thinking about someone's integrity.

Fuxi quietly abandoned the idea.

Then silently reward yourself for reducing your burden.

The number of clones in the Devil-Subduing Cave was permanently reduced by one hundred, leaving only a number of clones reduced by one hundred from one billion.

East Sea.

Changsheng's Dao Field.

The real mastermind is looking up at the sky.

Regarding the fact that he rescued his junior apprentice but was mistakenly identified as his senior brother, he was concerned about this matter.

Ao Changsheng did not blame Guiling.

After all, he hadn't revealed any information about his identity from beginning to end, whether it was Xiangliu's words or his own.

However, they all agree that he is Fuxi.

Even when he finally sealed Xiangliu, he called himself Dayu, and then activated the Human Path Golden Dragon of Karmic Fortune, leaving Fuxi's aura within it.

Under such circumstances, it would be strange if the Guiling didn't admit its mistake.

Only...

He now desperately wants to drag Xiangliu out of the seal again, hang him up, and whip him for three days and three nights without stopping.

After taking several deep breaths, Ao Changsheng calmed himself down.

Then he raised his hand, and golden light shone from his fingertips, leaving behind flowing characters in the void.

"On a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, my disciple Guiling left the Daoist temple and went to the Primordial World for over a hundred years. She mistook me for her master, and I have remembered this matter."

"Furthermore, I am extremely dissatisfied with my disciple Guiling's cultivation progress. In over a hundred years, he has not comprehended a single World Divine Ability, nor has his cultivation improved much."

"The reason is that for over a hundred years, he spent his time playing with a beautiful young girl and forgot about cultivation."

In conclusion: My disciple Guiling is not suitable for free-range breeding.

These words were written by Ao Changsheng in the void.

Ao Changsheng finally felt much better.

That calm and collected smile, as if everything was under control, reappeared on his face.

So what if they were eventually mistaken?

What's wrong with that?

My disciple Fuxi was far more miserable than I was!

"This is outrageous... this is outrageous..."

In the Pangu Hall, within the Witch Race's ancestral lands, Jiufeng, the Witch Race's only Quasi-Sage Great Witch, was consumed by rage.

Although their combat power is extraordinary, the Witch Race does not cultivate Immortal Dao and has no Primordial Spirit, so their perception of major events in the Primordial World is ultimately much slower.

Only then did she realize that Xiangliu had already been suppressed on the border of the Human Race.

The same applies to the events involving the Fengbo, Yushi, Chiyou, and Xingtian; otherwise... how could she have stood by and watched such things happen?

This time, the situation is far more serious than before, including the incidents involving the Fengbo, Yushi, Chi You, and Chiyou Xingtian.

Although the Fengbo and Yushi were brought to the Heavenly Court, Chiyou and Xingtian were dismembered and suppressed, these were all time-limited.

Jiufeng also knew that at most she would suffer for a while, and sooner or later she would return to the Witch Race safely.

But this time, the Great Witch Xiangliu... is eternally pacified!

That suppression method, which ensures that as long as the Human Race survives, Xiangliu will not emerge, is something even Jiufeng is completely powerless against.

After all...

That was the work of Sage!

"Fuxi... Fuxi..." Jiufeng gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with hatred, but quickly...

Jiufeng was deflated; the hatred in her eyes before was now matched by her current helplessness.

Sage!

Jiufeng recalled her experience of seeking advice and fighting with Lady Pingxin in the Underworld.

Without truly facing Sage, one can never imagine just how powerful this realm truly is.

In a sense, Lady Pingxin is actually Sage of the Witch Race and their protector.

But when she thought of Lady Pingxin, Jiufeng felt even more powerless, and a deep sorrow welled up inside her.

The scariest thing in this world is that the person you think is your protector is actually the one plotting against you.

"Lady Houtu, is it true, as you said when you were reincarnated, that Houtu is no longer a sorceress?"

Jiufeng gazed sadly at the empty Pangu Hall.

Once upon a time, this place was home to hundreds of millions of Witch Race, filled with laughter and joy.

The Netherworld Realm!

The Underworld!

Pingxin looked at the Jiufeng in the Pangu Hall, a hint of sorrow in his eyes.

"How I long to return to Houtu, to become the Ancestral Witch and protect you... But, the Witch Race..." Pingxin murmured softly.

In the end, only she herself could hear Pingxin's true feelings.