The last ray of the setting sun left from the west before sunset, and the night sky gently covered the entire grassland. Huang Shang and Long Ji appeared on the sea of grass.
A gentle breeze blew by, bringing with it the comfortable smell of hay, and stars appeared, filling the entire sky silently, and the twinkling Milky Way passed overhead.
"Wow! Father God, look, the place where we live is so beautiful!"
Long Ji blinked his big watery eyes and pointed at the sky, becoming much more lively.
Huang Shang glanced at the dazzling stars and the light-belt-like Milky Way, and further concentrated his strength to prevent this place from becoming a paradise that was more central than Buzhou Mountain.
The Emperor of Heaven is sometimes very tired. When he pays a private visit incognito, he must also consider the human environment and not destroy the ecological balance.
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"Let's go!"
Huang Shang walked forward, and Long Ji followed behind with his calves. He wanted to stretch out his hand but didn't dare. It was not until the big hand was handed over that he happily took the father's hand.
But what I saw and felt next was not beautiful anymore.
Huang Shang specializes in choosing places where there is death and fighting.
For example, a great demon goes on a killing spree just for his own pleasure, leaving millions dead.
For example, the East China Sea roared back under Kunpeng's demonic power, flooding the earth.
Another example is the severe drought in Middle-earth.
It seems that the severe drought is not as terrible as the above, but in fact it is worse.
Because all races need water.
There is no rain in the sky, and the water in the world is being squandered by the big demon. Whether they are humans, witches, beasts, or others, they are all dying in large numbers.
All tribes fell into a long period of panic.
When they wake up every day, they are faced with a blue sky. They look at the sky eagerly, but they can only watch the scorching sun like a fireball sinking below the horizon at dusk, and look forward to a heavy rain when they open their eyes tomorrow.
Tomorrow comes tomorrow.
Xiao Jingteng has not come for a long time.
As a last resort, various tribes started fighting for water resources. Either the big tribes merged with the small tribes and obtained a few water resources, or they all died together and no one could drink the water.
Long Ji felt pity when he saw it: "Father God, I want to help them. Let it rain!"
Huang Shangdao: "After great chaos, there will be great governance. This is the test of the great road."
As the Emperor of Heaven, he could tell the intention behind the drought just by looking at it.
It was against this background that the battle between the Yellow Emperor and Chi You unfolded. The Central Plains, centered on Buzhou Mountain, was no better than the barbaric wilderness of Siyi, with abundant water resources, and the big monsters did not dare to act recklessly. In order to survive, they had to conquer there.
This world is too vast. If there was no such supervision of life and death, and all races lived in peace and each held a piece of territory, there might never be a need for conflict.
Only if the resources are sufficient, lunatics will risk their own tribe's survival and merge with other tribes. However, the current living environment forces them to compete for the orthodox position.
Only the orthodox races can continue, and the other races can only be eliminated in the long river of history and become legendary existences.
This is the calamity.
In calamity there is destruction, but also new life.
Long Ji didn't quite understand, so Huang Shang took her and continued moving forward, passing through blood and black smoke, through fire and migration, and finally came to another grassland.
It happened to be dusk again at this time, but when the setting sun dyed the earth a blood-like crimson, the blood was really splashing.
The war is breaking out.
Two clans in the Wu Clan compete for the last source of water within a radius of thousands of miles.
In fact, most of the water source has dried up, and ugly riverbeds have been exposed in many places, but the gurgling water that is still flowing is not a source of life, and is worthy of two powerful tribes fighting for it.
The adult Wu clan living in this ancient era are all physically strong and can walk as fast as flying. The warriors among them can even break mountains and rocks, and are as fast as lightning.
There are also wizards, wearing chains made of animal bones, making fists with one hand and palms with the other, chanting incantations, flying sand and rocks, strong winds and flames, echoing the coming and going.
Under the overwhelming flames of one clan, the other clan began to retreat.
"Stone giant!"
Seeing that the water source was getting further and further away, the wizard on the opposite side began to cast spells to fill the water and transport it outward. The leader here roared and raised his hands suddenly.
The mountain not far away shook in formation, and the rubble stood up, forming hundreds of stone giants. They stumbled over, but the opponent would not be stupid and let you use it. It immediately spit out flames, connecting into one piece, stretching for thousands of miles, and even stronger.
The Wu warriors released gas from under their bodies, and the wind assisted the fire, rushing straight into the formation.
The two sides were fighting, and corpses fell one after another. Seeing another battle in which both sides lost, there was a sudden sound in the sky.
Boom!
Both sides were startled and looked up at the sky. They vaguely knew in their minds that it was thunder, but they couldn't believe it.
Countless times, they expected to hear this sound, but when the thunder actually came, it felt so unreal.
Huang Shangze looked at Long Ji who raised his little hand and asked: "Have you thought about it?"
Long Ji's smart eyes froze nervously, and he nodded heavily: "Father, I want to help them."
"Then let it rain!"
Boom! Boom!
But the thunder was obviously not one. Continuous thunders rushed across the sky. Dark clouds soon appeared, covering up the light of the setting sun, and the surrounding area fell into darkness.
The two tribes who were fighting to the death stopped in unison and retreated to both sides, but they did not relax their vigilance. They held their weapons tightly and murmured in their mouths.
Maybe they don't even know what they are talking about.
Finally, the first drop of water passed through the sky thousands of miles high and fell on my head.
One drop, two drops, three or four drops.
The heavy rain was pouring down, pouring down.
Everyone opened their mouths and stared blankly at the sky.
"Water! Water!!!"
In the deathly silent atmosphere, a hoarse roar sounded.
Everyone yelled, hugged the enemy who had just fought a life-and-death struggle, and fell into the muddy water, covered in mud. They didn't care, jumping and laughing.
Long Ji smiled. She felt sincerely happy when she saw others happy, but soon she frowned, feeling lost, as if she had lost something.
This is an innate understanding that ordinary people cannot detect at all. Just when it rained on her, an invisible force came over and weakened her good fortune.
This is the punishment of the great road.
For this kind of intervention, the avenue will not be directly destroyed. After all, it is not an unforgivable thing to rain. However, this kind of confrontation with the avenue will destroy its own luck.
If you help others overcome their calamity, you may not be able to overcome your own calamity.
Of course, since this kind of good fortune and longevity has been reduced, it has also been increased. For example, at this time, Longji's rainfall saved the two tribes. If a strong person appears in them in the future, they may be rewarded, which in turn will increase their luck and help them overcome the disaster.
This is the charm of the avenue.
Huang Shang did not stop the child's kindness, but he also looked at everything from a controlling perspective. Small good and small evil, big good and big evil all had their own reasons and laws.
However, Long Ji's aura was different. When he prayed for rain, the creatures at the bottom only cheered for the rain to come, while the big demons around him were attracted by this alluring aura.
This world does not have the prehistoric Donghuang Taiyi, nor the ancient demon court, but the great demons are still the most powerful existences individually. They are formed by the energy of heaven and earth. Many of them are innate creations, and their hands are capable of turning mountains and seas.
Able to navigate the lower realms, unrivaled.
Some are also motivated. For example, Yinglong, who is in charge of rain in the heaven, was born as a great demon and went to heaven. After passing the examination, he became a civil servant and earned an iron rice bowl.
But for the sake of freedom, more big demons ignored the heaven at all and only cared about their own enjoyment. At this time, they were attracted by Long Ji's pure vitality.
Suddenly, the situation suddenly changed, and the auras from all sides were violently agitated, rushing towards this place. The ferocious force that picked out people and devoured them started fighting on the way, trying to compete for this piece of delicious food.
Long Ji's smart little eyes started to spin. As a princess of the heaven, she had her own majesty, but she said timidly: "Father God, I'm so scared!"
Huang Shang smiled and said: "Naughty, everything in the world is my people, why bother doing more killings?"
Long Ji said oh, with some regret: "They are full of blood, so annoying."
The big demon regards the common people as food, and every creature that eats them is much more exaggerated than the three demon kings of Shituoling in Journey to the West. After all, there are many races in this world, and as long as they are weak, the demons will not let them go.
For immortals who are stained by dust, their filthy breath is the most disgusting.
Huang Shang was disgusted at first, but he relaxed when he thought of the authority to rule.
Without that kind of inclusive mind, there is no way to control all living beings...
Whoosh!
At this moment, a galloping pheasant suddenly appeared from behind. It was brightly colored and shrunk to an inch. It suddenly appeared behind the two of them, stretched out its extremely sharp beak, and lowered towards Long Ji's heavenly spirit.
Long Ji said "ah", and saw Father God's sleeves shake slightly, and the big demon pheasant disappeared.
Turned into powder and disappeared completely.
Long Ji: "(*^▽^*)"
Father God is the best!
Huang Shang: "..."
Uh, that's a bit harsh.
It seems that everything that is inclusive has to be reduced by one.
No matter what, if you attack him, your eyesight deserves to end like this. Dominance does not mean tolerance.
"Let's go!"
This is a trivial matter, no less harmful to luck than Long Ji's rainfall. As the Emperor of Heaven, it has no impact at all. Huang Shang held Long Ji's little hand and continued to walk forward.
The group of big monsters behind them were lingering around, not daring to step forward, and they were reluctant to leave, unwilling to give up.
Even though they can easily devour tens of thousands of living beings, there are clear distinctions between strength and weakness. When faced with more powerful beings, they will seek good fortune and avoid disaster.
This pheasant is one of the nine veins bred by the Phoenix, and is also a strong one among the demon clan. Unexpectedly, it was destroyed in an instant. Such a terrifying enemy is obviously difficult to match.
But it doesn’t matter, you can make a fire!
For example, Phoenix has other children, one of whom has the innate power of the five elements and has boundless magical power. They are recognized as one of the most powerful among the great demons.