On the top floor of Wenyuan Tower, Zhao Chu holds Qiu Hao's suicide note, still waiting for the illusion to open.
This little thing is a disaster.
Before he fell asleep, he forgot to open the restriction of the illusion, and now he snored and left Zhao Chu alone.
Just like drying pickles!
Zhao Chu tried his best, but he couldn't wake up the naughty kid above him.
However, the saliva was still dripping down, covering Zhao Chu's face with crystal clear water.
Zhao Chu wanted to throw him out, but it was impossible.
At this moment, he finally understood Sun Wukong's helplessness and distress.
This guy is like a useless organ growing on his head, tighter than a curse. If he wants to get rid of it, he has to cut his own head.
"It will take another hour... When I go back, the northern realm will be yellow. What will I do?"
Fortunately, as the New Year Painting Doll falls asleep, the restrictions on the top floor of Wenyuan Pagoda will automatically dissipate.
It takes too long to dissipate.
No one can bear it for an hour.
Zhao Chu's heart was on fire, his head was burned, and he was running back and forth anxiously.
He could see everything clearly from the top of Wenyuan Tower.
The Ten Thousand Poison Soul Refining Array has been activated, and ten of them, Lu Xiuming and Li Jiuchuan, have sold their souls to the evil god.
From this point on, they will suffer eternal torture, unable to seek death.
And Jing Qingsu will also burn everything about himself and prepare to open the Yunxiao Formation.
Ji Dongyuan and the others had tears in their eyes, and everyone had farewells on their faces... What awaited them was the unknown in the sky and the sea of stars.
Outside Wuhui City, the northern realm is prosperous, and everyone is enjoying the excitement of breakthrough. No one knows that disaster is about to come.
The allied forces of the two holy lands and the spiritual realm are about to tear apart the last veil of the northern realm.
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"Glad value, what is gratification value? It's bullshit!"
Zhao Chu felt that he had encountered an evil star.
He was so anxious that he wanted to die. This little thing would fall asleep completely after just leaving a few words.
"If you want to wake up your father, then try your best to show it. If your father is happy, he will wake up quickly."
"Work hard, son... and earn comfort points."
This is the original saying of the New Year painting doll.
Zhao Chu was so angry that his liver ached.
He didn't bother to resist anymore. This little guy under two years old was bound to take advantage to the end.
Glad.
A real father will naturally be very happy when he sees his son succeeding.
Fortunately, Zhao Chu couldn't figure out what it was.
"When I feel satisfied enough, I must have a good talk with the little thing. No, I have to find a son for the little thing."
"You and I are really not suitable for each other."
Zhao Chu had simply committed a sin and was so sad that he wanted to cry.
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"If you continue to be anxious, by the time you reach the Yuan Tribulation, you will inevitably have inner demons and die suddenly."
Zhao Chu was restless, as if his body was being bitten by thousands of ants.
Just when he was upset and wanted to vent his anger, Hong Duanya's words, like thunder, appeared directly in his mind.
boom!
Seeing this suddenly, Zhao Chu was covered in cold sweat.
That was because I was scared.
He took out the mirror and looked at himself.
Is this...a devil?
With scarlet pupils and disheveled hair, he looked like a madman with bloodshot eyes.
"Idiot, do you think you are a god?"
"Even gods cannot take care of everyone."
"Everyone has his own blessings. The Northern Realm is not the Northern Realm for you, Zhao Chu, and you should not be the only one to suffer the hardships."
Hong Duanya's words made Zhao Chu calm down a little.
"Your elders, your brothers and sisters, your senior fellow apprentices have changed their destiny against the will of heaven. Their destiny is too smooth."
"This is not a good thing."
"A beggar suddenly acquires wealth that is unparalleled in his country. Do you think it is a blessing or a curse?"
"Let's just talk about those ten natural selections. What virtues and abilities do they have? Those young natural selections have reached the sky in one step. What have they paid for?"
"If you think about it carefully, can people like them afford such an opportunity? They don't have a rigid destiny. Even if you help them survive this disaster, can you guarantee that you will be there for the next one?"
Hong Duanya continued to question.
Zhao Chu bent over and gasped heavily. His face was filled with shock, and the scarlet in his pupils was slowly fading away.
Overkill.
Because I am an orphan, because I am in a strange world, and I long for my relatives and my home.
Therefore, I take my home and the Northern Realm a little too seriously.
Like a parent who dotes on his child, he can't wait to chew up his food before feeding it to him.
Is this way of raising children harmful or loving?
Hong Duanya is right.
If it weren't for himself, if the Northern Territory hadn't been turned upside down, the current Northern Territory would have had a different fate.
It is still a world where the Nascent Soul is the most powerful.
Lu Xiu Ming, Jing Qingsu, Li Jiuchuan, and Huang Gongyi are still the golden elixir realm ministers of the Qing Ancient Kingdom.
The Divine Power Imperial Court is still the most powerful imperial court that dominates the northern realm, and no one can shake it.
Nie Chenxi and Qingtian Yi will be wasting their time, waiting for Yu Baiwan to arrive, and then they will be easily killed by Hei Yan.
Everything restarts.
Nothing has changed.
And because of his own appearance, in just a few years, the realms of those golden elixirs have been making crazy leaps.
Every Nascent Soul and every natural selection must go through a constant calamity.
The people in the northern realm have endured too few disasters.
"Senior Hong, I don't want to lose any of my relatives."
Zhao Chu murmured to himself.
"childish."
"What do you think you are?"
"Even if you really become an eternal god one day, you still have to accept the fact that the common people are just stupid dogs."
"Life and death, everyone has his own destiny."
"You can stop the Central Domain, but can you stop birth, old age, sickness and death?"
"Let's talk about that water butterfly. After a hundred years, she will definitely run out of life and die. How can you stop her?"
"Cultivation is a way of cultivating the truth, cultivating a clear conscience. If you add shackles to your Taoist heart for no reason, you will only bind yourself."
Hong Duanya's words were more serious than ever before.
The calamity of inner demons.
Zhao Chu's path to Taoism finally encountered the Demonic Abyss that monks must pass through.
"Senior, I understand."
Zhao Chu shook his hands and swallowed hard.
But he was still anxious inside.
The barrier over the northern realm was about to dissipate, and he had already seen the determination on Shen Fusheng's face.
Maybe, I won't even be able to see my master for the last time.
"No, you don't understand at all!"
"Cultivating the truth does not mean cultivating the Supreme Being and forgetting your feelings. It does not mean that you will be ruthless and forget your nature. Remember, it is the way to have a clear conscience."
"If you can go to the Northern Territory at this moment, you will naturally break the invasion of the Central Territory. It is your unshirkable responsibility. But you can't leave, you have nothing to do, and you have to bear the death of someone in the war."
"You have to face yourself, and you have to admit that you are not an omnipotent god, you are just a monk of Nascent Soul, you are also one of the common people, and you are not powerful."
"You have to admit frankly that you can't save the world. You have to give your heart a chance to breathe."
Hong Duanya's words were heart-piercing, each word was like a sharp knife, directly penetrating Zhao Chu's heart.
He took a deep breath and suppressed his rapid breathing.
That's right.
Hong Duanya is right.
What can I do if I am anxious?
This barrier of Wenyuan Tower cannot be broken by oneself.
Apart from anxiety, apart from going crazy, what else can I do?
After calming down, Zhao Chu observed the expressions of the powerful men in the northern realm.
Their faces were filled with calmness, pride, and passion.
Maybe, I thought too much.
The Northern Territory is his hometown, and also their hometown.
When invaders attack, they will be shattered to pieces and will not hesitate to die. For them, this is a great honor.
When it comes to war, no one is omnipotent.
On the faces of Ji Dongyuan and others, Zhao Chu saw farewell and hatred.
That's right.
Revenge for the Northern Territory is not just my own responsibility.
It is also Ji Dongyuan's responsibility, Liu Yueyue's responsibility, and Fang Sanwan's responsibility.
After all, my own shoulders cannot carry everyone.
If you want to grow, you can't avoid stumbling and having a bloody head.
There are some costs you have to bear.
Zhao Chu slowly exhaled a breath, and he finally faced reality.
But ask for it with no regrets in your heart.
wait!
He concentrated and calmed down. Since the barrier could not be broken at all, he would wait for an hour.
Perhaps, in an hour, the Northern Realm can intimidate the two holy places, and Shen Fusheng will not die at all.
This is the best ending. Ji Dongyuan and the other ten people will be successfully transported to the sky and the sea of chaotic stars.
Jing Qingsu's Yunxiao Formation requires more than an hour to accumulate power.
Or perhaps, Shen Fusheng will burn himself and find a Half-Step Wenyuan to die with him.
At that time, disaster will be catastrophic in the northern realm, and no one, including Ji Dongyuan and the others, will be able to escape.
But this is the price of the growth of the Northern Realm. All Zhao Chu can do is to kill all the people in the two holy lands after returning and avenge the Northern Realm.
There is nothing I can do for the current hour.
"This is... training your heart!"
Zhao Chu tried his best to suppress the mania in his heart.
The road to cultivation is really full of thorns. Even if your body is torn to pieces, fate will never be merciful when it tortures your heart.
"Senior Hong, thank you!"
Zhao Chu thanked him with lingering fear.
If it weren't for Hong Duanya's reminder, I might have lost my mind at this moment and burned everything to bombard the confinement of Wenyuan Tower.
Although, he himself knew that it was all in vain.
When the catastrophe comes to the Northern Territory, he may... go crazy watching everything.
That’s right!
The real madman, as the saying goes... is obsessed with madness.
Some pain you will eventually face.
"Today, no matter whether I am alive or dead in the Northern Realm, when I leave, I will definitely... pay for my blood debt with blood!"
Zhao Chu crossed his legs and closed his eyes, slowly calming down his heart.
He wants to forge his heart into a pitch-black dagger, always keeping calm and keeping the cold temperature.
Only coldness can invisibly deliver a fatal blow to someone.
Suddenly, Zhao Chu's thoughts seemed to be clearer.
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"A kind father and a filial son, I will reward you with 20 points of joy!"
At this moment, a milky and old-fashioned voice appeared in Zhao Chu's mind.
From, New Year dolls.
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Damn it!
Is this the so-called comfort value?
Zhao Chu gritted his teeth.
I fought against my inner demons and just realized something, and the new year doll has a gratifying value.
Zhao Chu suddenly felt as if he had really become a son.
Every time a son makes progress, parents will naturally feel happy.
But he resisted.
Who can endure being fathered by a naughty child?
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"Finally, it's broken."
"Master, hold on, I...will be back soon!"
Looking down from the Wenyuan Tower, the entire northern realm, in Zhao Chu's eyes, is like an unfolded map of all directions.
With a deafening loud noise, the barrier in the sky was blasted open.
The ten deserted cities located on the edge of the northern realm suddenly burst into unprecedented blood.
Breaking through the sky, reaching directly to the sun and moon.