Chapter 869: Hongjun (1/2)

A complex web of relationships underpinned the human sacred land. Factions and cliques were found everywhere, each representing a different group of interests. But it wasn’t humans in charge of their sacred land, that was Fuxi and Wahuang.

Though Fuxi had entered the chaos to search for something that could destroy connate demon gods, Wahuang was still present at Mount Buzhou to ensure that things ran smoothly. She would later become Nüwa in the mouths of later generations.

One holy decree from Wahuang immediately disseminated Lie Shan’s feats far and wide. Thanks to the sacred land’s greatest efforts, Lie Shan’s accomplishments were mentioned in the same breath as Youchao, Suiren, Xuanyuan, and Shennong. He was a literal saint to the human race!

More importantly, the strongest of the first generation Youchao, Suiren, Xuanyuan, and Shennong had only been at true divinity, but Lie Shan was a bonafide great master of the combat arts, and he’d killed a chaos realm demon god in broad daylight!

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On the banks of Wei River.

Dusk Snake’s head had been minimized down to three meters and was casually thrown onto the ground. Lu Yun’s formations covered the local area to prevent him from escaping.

He could’ve executed Dusk Snake with a single blow and simply taken the Stone of Three Lives, but there were two among his Infernum that had something to do with the snake—Bing Ling and Bing Xuan. They were both descendants of Dusk Snake and possessed his bloodline.

Therefore, he wasn’t in a hurry to head to the Mu Clan to visit Ling Weiyang, as he wanted to distill the snake’s true blood from the head.

Dusk Snake was still conscious and knew what the human wanted to do. He wanted to struggle, to beg for mercy, but he couldn’t even release a single ripple of consciousness. He could only watch mutely as Lie Shan refined his true blood.

“Fellow daoist.” A genteel voice suddenly sounded at Lu Yun’s ear.

Lu Yun lifted his head and saw a young man wearing long golden-purple robes and a small crown in his hair walk out of the void. His cultured face bore hints of a warm smile, and he bowed at Lu Yun.

“Fellow daoist.” Lu Yun quickly rose to return the gesture.

He’d met this young man not too long ago—the latter had been observing the world in a flower at the foot of Mount Buzhou. This was absolutely a great master of combat arts, possibly one of the strongest in the great wilderness. Though he appeared as an ordinary human, that was precisely what was most frightening about him.

“This humble self is Hongjun. I am here to request a favor from my fellow daoist.” The young man introduced himself and bowed at Lu Yun again.

“Hongjun!!” Lu Yun almost jumped straight into the air. “What might the dao ancestor need from this junior? Please just say the word!” [1]

“Dao ancestor?” Hongjun blinked when he heard Lu Yun’s title of address and shook his head. “I am unworthy of being a dao ancestor. I am just here to borrow something from my little friend.”

”Please name whatever it is, Dao Ancestor!” Lu Yun replied gravely.

Hongjun didn’t refute things a second time. “Reincarnation!”

It was Lu Yun’s turn to blink.

“You come from the future, fellow daoist, so you should know that the basis of humanity’s strength in the future comes from reincarnation. However, it doesn’t yet exist in the great wilderness. Construction of the wheel of reincarnation must come from you.”

“Come from me? Then does the chicken come first, or the egg?” Lu Yun frowned.