Part 2
“That’s impossible. He must have used some unknown spiritual art to have such an effect…”
“I wonder what spiritual art it is to be so powerful!”
Cang Xuan felt the gazes falling on him heat up significantly, adding a few degrees of greed.
His heart sank gradually, and he turned to look at Helan Yue.
“Just now, why did you say this world no longer needs a god?”
Helan Yue was stunned, looking at him with an indescribable expression.
Cang Xuan asked again, “Why?”
Helan Yue said speechlessly, “Are you a descendant of some reclusive cultivator? You couldn’t tell that was just words spoken in a fit of anger?”
Back then, when the Divine Lord passed down the Dao of Immortality, the chosen ones followed the decree strictly, traveling everywhere to propagate the Dao, teach skills, and resolve doubts, establishing sects. Later, however, things changed. Some people harbored selfish motives and favored their own families, rapidly expanding their own power. Others couldn’t stand these people but couldn’t beat them, so they chose to live in seclusion, periodically selecting destined individuals to teach Daoist arts.
He raised his hand and gestured for Cang Xuan to look at the people of the Helan family, saying, “As for why I scolded the Divine Lord, isn’t what you see before your eyes clear enough? He passed down the Immortal Dao and taught celestial arts, and the human world indeed became prosperous. But he taught without governing, feeding even more tumors! The lives of the common people seem better, but in reality, they are harder than when there were no celestial arts!”
After finishing, Helan Yue couldn’t help complaining, “He is not competent as a Divine Lord at all.”
Cang Xuan looked at these people whose eyes showed fear of him yet faintly revealed greed, and fell silent.
He thought, Indeed incompetent.
Later, he escaped from the Helan family’s divine temple with Helan Yue.
The nightmare began.
Following Helan Yue, he saw scenes like this all along the way. Even though with the spirit pills he imparted, the common people no longer suffered from hunger, the light in their eyes had disappeared.
Helan Yue took him to a place selling pills.
He made him look at the manager who was leisurely eating watermelon to cool off in the shop and said, “Do you know his surname?”
Cang Xuan: “I don’t know.”
Helan Yue said, “His surname is Helan.”
At this time, a mother holding a child came to the sales counter. Sallow and emaciated, she tremblingly took out a spirit stone from her bosom and implored, “Sir, please spare a Satiety Pill. The child hasn’t eaten for three days…”
The manager lifted his eyelids to glance at the spirit stone in her hand. Although the purity was good, it was only the size of a fingernail. He closed his eyes again. “Only this much, not even enough to buy the skin. Not selling, not selling!”
Cang Xuan remained silent. He walked over, fed the child a Satiety Pill, and stuffed a bag of spirit pills into the woman’s hands.
Seeing this, the manager jumped up in exasperation and was about to hit him. “Where did this brat come from? Do you understand the rules! Spirit pills here can only flow from the hands of the Helan family. Hand over all the spirit pills in your hand quickly!”
Helan Yue dragged him away and ran, praising his boldness for daring to take out so many spirit pills in front of the manager without any family emblem on him.
After speaking, he lamented that now they would be wanted by the Helan family and become fugitives.
Cang Xuan was puzzled. “Why?”
Even if it really hindered the Helan family’s business, the Seven Continents and Four Seas were so vast; could the Helan family cover the sky with one hand?
Helan Yue said, “The Helan family can’t control such a large place, but the hundred immortal sects can.”
They arrived at a magical artifact shop. Helan Yue signaled him to look at the manager in the shop and said, “He is from the Lan family.”
Opposite was an ore shop: “That belongs to the Ji family.”
Almost everything related to cultivation was controlled by aristocratic families; outsiders couldn’t touch a bit of it.
Of course, mortals without family backgrounds could also cultivate immortality, but they could never become immortals because those who became immortals could only come from aristocratic families.
Cang Xuan looked at the scene before him. His divine sense swept across every corner of the Seven Continents and Four Seas, and without exception, the situation was the same.
The numbness in the eyes of the common people seemed to say that he had done wrong.
Sure enough. Soon, a team of cultivators came with swords, holding arrest warrants with drawings of the two’s appearances, searching the streets.
The city was no longer safe. Helan Yue led him through a hidden crack in the city wall to a dilapidated temple to rest.
Cang Xuan looked at the dusty beams covered in cobwebs and the broken golden statue, asking, “Why is there a statue of the Divine Lord here, yet it is so dilapidated?”
Helan Yue: “Because there’s no one here anymore.”
He said, “This was once a town where thousands of people lived. Because they didn’t want to submit to the Helan family, they were all killed.”
Cang Xuan was dumbstruck. “…I didn’t know.”
Helan Yue gave him a strange look. “Of course you didn’t know.”
“Do you know what justification they used to purge this place? It was to clear demons for the Divine Lord.”
Cang Xuan was puzzled. “But demons couldn’t possibly appear here.”
“Of course demons wouldn’t appear here. But the fact is, the Helan family claimed to the public that the people here were infected by evil spirits and had turned into demons with no cure. Under the banner of eliminating demons for God, they burned this place to the ground.”
“Didn’t the Divine Envoys detect anything unusual during their inspections?”
Helan Yue gathered dry firewood and lit a fire.
He sneered, “Of course they didn’t find anything, because what the Helan family killed were all real demons.”
Cang Xuan was shocked. “How is that possible?”
Helan Yue didn’t answer but talked about another matter instead. “You should know that there is an immortal clan that believes in the Divine Lord, called the Zijin Spirits (Purple Gold Spirits). They are born accompanied by demonic qi and contain the various evil delusions of the world for the Divine Lord.”
Cang Xuan nodded. “Correct, they are the most loyal believers.”
Helan Yue leaned back on the haystack and mocked, “Yes, precisely because of this clan of the Divine Lord’s most devout believers, the people here turned into demons.”
He said, “They are born with demonic qi and are unaffected by it, but humans cannot resist the erosion of demonic qi. Once the demonic qi on them dissipates, just one Zijin clansman can pollute an entire town. That is how the people here were killed.”
Cang Xuan: “Such inhumane atrocities, why did no one report it to the Divine Lord?”
Helan Yue laughed at his naivety and said, “What kind of good god do you think Cang Xuan is?”
Cang Xuan argued, “Perhaps he didn’t know.”
Helan Yue sneered, “How could he not know? He governs all things under heaven. Hundreds of years ago, he already knew, and even personally took action to exterminate such innocent people… It is precisely because of this that reclusive cultivators like you appeared, avoiding the world.”
Cang Xuan’s first reaction was that it was impossible. But in the next second, he suddenly remembered something he had previously noticed was a bit strange but didn’t pay much attention to—
There was a period when, scanning the Seven Continents and Four Seas with his divine sense, he sensed an abnormal increase in places infected by demonic qi. He only thought that since he had just ascended to the divine throne and wasn’t as steady as his divine father, his divine power couldn’t suppress the demonic qi, causing it to surge suddenly. He even manifested his divine form and personally took action at several locations where the demonic qi was exceptionally massive.
His face suddenly turned pale.
He looked up at the statue on the high platform, feeling that the benevolent gaze was truly the ultimate irony.
Helan Yue noticed his gaze and comforted him, “Don’t worry. There hasn’t been incense here for many years. The statue is dilapidated; the god won’t descend, and the aristocratic families won’t come in to search. Instead, it’s the safest place. It’s also one of our bases.”
After speaking, he took out a small booklet and stuffed it into his hand, saying mysteriously, “How about it? Disappointed in Divine Lord Cang Xuan, right? Want to join our Anti-God Cult! By the way, what’s your name? Which branch of reclusive cultivators are you a descendant of? This news is too outdated…”
Anti-God…
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