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Chapter 614: 616: Distinct Day and Night
Chapter 614: 616: Distinct Day and Night
Chapter 614: Chapter 616: Distinct Day and Night
Back inside the Bone Temple.
Zhu Minglang noticed everyone was looking at him differently.
The bearded old brother was particularly conflicted; he was annoyed that he hadn’t stepped forward earlier, and what was even harder for him to believe was that the young brother he had been talking with for quite some time was actually a God Chosen, one who might become an existence like the stars in the sky. Even just this simple connection could, in the future, grant him protection under the other’s starlight…
Suddenly, the crowd flocked around Zhu Minglang.
“Don’t come too close to me; I find you disgusting,” Zhu Minglang didn’t mince his words with these people, telling them bluntly to get lost.
They had been very eager to coax him away earlier, but now they were scurrying to bask in his divine air, didn’t they feel like dogs?
“Shang Zhuang was shortsighted and failed to recognize your divine destiny; for that, I truly apologize,” Shang Zhuang came over, bowing to Zhu Minglang with reluctant respect.
“I was shortsighted as well,” Zhu Minglang replied with a smile, not waiting for the tension on the other’s face to ease, he added dismissively, “It turns out you’re not much to look at; I had to get a closer look to see it.”
Shang Zhuang’s face turned from pale to black, and then from black to a red hue of embarrassment and anger!
Shang Zhuang glared at Zhu Minglang, not daring to erupt until he had completely left.
“Humph, what’s so great about divine air? Once we find the entrance to the Lower Realm and obtain the scattered blessings there, I, Shang Zhuang, will also be a God Chosen. There will surely be a place for me in the Sky Dome, while you will still be just a lowly commoner rolling in the mortal mud!” Shang Zhuang forcefully swallowed his anger.
…
Zhu Minglang found a quiet place.
The frightened young boy was still following Zhu Minglang.
By the flickering firelight, Zhu Minglang examined the boy carefully and finally realized the boy’s strangeness.
No wonder the Night Demoness was so furious, claiming she had been deceived; it turned out the boy was actually a girl with neat and pretty short hair, wearing a short cap. She probably dressed deliberately like a boy, which is why she was mistaken for a handsome young man.
It was a girl.
No wonder there didn’t seem to be anyone more handsome than himself in this world; it was a false alarm.
“Why didn’t you say you were a girl?” Zhu Minglang asked with a smile.
“Explaining at that time wouldn’t have made them believe me, I couldn’t… I couldn’t…” The girl spoke timidly, but her eyes were bright, lively, and spirited.
Zhu Minglang nodded in agreement upon hearing this.
Indeed, one couldn’t just let someone strip off their clothes to prove their identity, right?
In front of one or two thousand people, for some, committing such a social suicide would be worse than being eaten by the Night Demoness.
Besides, the Night Demoness didn’t eat girls.
Perhaps because she felt that Zhu Minglang had protected her in front of the Night Demoness, the girl now placed her trust solely in him. Plus, Zhu Minglang had been affirmed as a God Chosen, which made her feel safe with him.
Zhu Minglang was in need of someone to talk to, and conversing with the bearded man always required beating around the bush and a bit of probing. With this girl, that shouldn’t be necessary.
“Actually, I’ve been in seclusion for a long time and have hardly had any contact with the outside world. This time, I wanted to travel around the territory to gain some experience. I have many questions and just need someone to answer them,” Zhu Minglang said to the girl.
The girl looked about eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed as a boy, so she looked much like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old youth.
Having a trustworthy person by her side, the girl didn’t bother with further disguise, removed her hat, wiped the meaningless dirt off her cheeks, and revealed a somewhat delicate and pretty face.
The girl’s name was Mi Rong. She had gotten separated from her companions and thus, ended up at the Bone Temple.
Her cultivation base was not very high, only at Monarch Level. It was actually quite easy for her to be bullied in the desolate Bone Temple, so she deliberately obscured her appearance to hide the distinctive features of a female and transformed herself into a fair-skinned and red-lipped young man.
William could grow in strength by collecting sins and not suffer from the negative effects that come with it.
That’s because he was merely the Goddess of Sin and Punishment’s tool.
Just as a knife in the hands of a murderer, no matter how many it kills, the sin of murder never falls upon the weapon itself.
But for the sake of efficiency, a murderer could sharpen it to a finer edge.
Yet no matter how sharp it becomes, once one chooses to become a tool, their potential as a person is lost.
No wonder this thing needs to be controlled—if it becomes rampant, the consequences would probably be quite exaggerated!
Fu Qian let out a deep sigh.
Besides, there was another important piece of information in the summary, that is, the last sentence—there are many such pitfalls alongside the path to godhood.
From this sentence, it was almost certain that this was not the only path of vow.
In Fu Qian’s earliest conception, the Transcendents’ path to promotion was supposed to be a series of divergent roads.
At each node, one would choose a branch through a special ritual and continue deeper.
So, keep going like this until you stand shoulder to shoulder with Divine Beings.
Now it seems that in addition to the hard-to-find divergent roads, there are quite a number of pitfalls on this path, the kind that one can’t climb out of once they fall in.
Utmost caution would be needed going forward.
After summarizing the gains of this trip, Fu Qian activated the mark on his wrist with satisfaction.
Time to clock out and go home.
As the scenery shifted, Fu Qian was already in his own living room.
It was noon outside, and everything inside was just as he had left it.
Has it really run out of charge?
As a qualified young person, Fu Qian reached for his phone first thing, only to find it completely unresponsive.
Not surprisingly, considering he had been away for several days.
Fortunately, due to good living habits, Fu Qian never left leftovers out.
So even after several days, there was no odd smell in the air.
With skilled movements, he plugged in his phone and turned it on, and soon a barrage of notifications began to sound.
Is it really that exaggerated?
Fu Qian frowned, checking the messages and missed calls from different people.
The earliest one was from Young Master Qin, who had called him on Sunday.
From the following records, although no one answered at the time, he didn’t find it too strange.
Two days later, the missed calls from him became dense, almost one every few hours, and he even left voicemails asking for a callback.
A day later, the phone clearly turned off, and there were more numerous notification texts.
In addition to this, there were various phone calls attempting to come through.
Wu Qingyu, Tan Ying, and this one… Pei Yanqing?
Fu Qian flipped through the records, matching them with his memory.
Seems like I’ve made quite a stir!
“Yes, those who receive grace are eligible to enter the World Dragon Gate, and those who receive a True God’s grace are indeed the God Chosen. They might become gods in the future, and even though the path to godhood is fraught with hardships, it is still a hundred, a thousand times better than those Cultivators struggling in the mire,” said the girl, Mi Rong.
World Dragon Gate…
So there was also a World Dragon Gate in God Territory.
“But as the Upper Realm, God Territory should have more grace and more opportunities to become God Chosen. Why scramble for it in a Lower Realm?” Zhu Minglang continued to ask.
“The grace of ascension to godhood is scattered across the Sky Dome without a pattern. This time, it seems that the amount of grace available in our God Territory is very limited, so people are convinced that a large number of lost graces will appear in other Star Continents. Those people might not even know what grace is,” Mi Rong explained.
“Can’t the thirty-three True Gods of God Territory grant everyone enough grace?” Zhu Minglang asked, puzzled.
“Each True God can only grant very limited grace. There are so many God’s Descendants, so many God’s people; even if these individuals have no hope of attaining godhood, just having the status of a God Chosen person brings peace to a territory. Don’t you know this, being a God Chosen yourself?” Eventually, Mi Rong posed her first question.
“I once suffered a severe head injury, and my memory was affected—I tend to forget things after seven steps. Recently, my memory has been recovering, but I can’t recall anything from the past at all, sigh…” Zhu Minglang showed a melancholic expression as his gaze involuntarily lifted to the night sky.
“Oh, oh, if there’s anything you don’t understand, just ask me. I know a lot,” Mi Rong said with a smile.
So he’s a God-selected Big Brother with amnesia.
To remain kind and loving without memories, such people are hard to find in these times.
“Then, as a God Chosen person, is it possible to walk in the darkness of night?” Zhu Minglang asked.
“Yes, as long as you don’t encounter Yin Officials, Yama Dragons, Night Empress, and the likes, most nocturnal creatures will not bother a God Chosen person, unless his cultivation base is low,” Mi Rong nodded in affirmation.
The night here is ruled by a different group of shadowy entities.
Day and night distinct, the peoples of the two realms are just as distinct.