Old Master Ma was in a dilemma as he went to buy the rare spatial ingredients. How could he not have known that this Upper Realm fairy maiden was preparing to summon the mighty gods to descend to the world!
The Venerable Dragon God might be able to seal off the Space Passage to prevent people of the Upper Realm to enter, but if someone was to summon them here, the situation would then be completely different.
This was like someone in an impregnable city who opened the gates for the enemy…
“No, I have to let the Venerable One know.”
“That won’t work. If the Venerable One is notified about this, I’ll be dead for sure. Besides, look around us. I’m afraid there are about hundreds of people who are going to be victimized. The consequences of offending those gods are far more terrible than displeasing some ruthless and tyrannical lord.”
“A lord can only punish your flesh and body, but these gods can make you suffer eternally, and even generations after generations. Remember the myth where the Jade Emperor punished the fairy maiden who thought of worldly pleasures? The maiden was then banished to the Lower Realm to be a prostitute for ten lives! That’s how vicious they are! Since when have they had the slightest mercy a supreme deity should have?”
A thought suddenly popped up in Old Master Ma’s head, an image of his son, Ma Ping, suddenly turning into a woman in his next life…
It was impossible for him to think about it anymore. It was too terrifying, a deep sense of overwhelming fear drifted in his mind.
He felt extremely guilty at the moment. Clearly, it was a “you win some, you lose some” moment.
However much one obtained would be equivalent to one’s loss.
He had received the Upper Realm’s inheritance, which meant that he would have to be involved in the people of the Upper Realm, and eventually sink deeper and deeper into the happenings.
Like a lord, it would seem as if he conquered the world, but at the same time, he would have to bear the weight of the responsibilities.
The number of lords who endured longevity were getting less and les. As for one’s happiness, perhaps one might just be better off as a modern middle-class nobody.
At least modern times had a legal system, and there was civilization. That was why even a middle-class individual could so easily live a life of prosperity and happiness as long as nothing went wrong.
If they were to be pressured by the gods right above their heads, would there be anyone on Earth who could live as comfortably as before?
That was most unlikely, as most people would live in constant fear and nervousness, shrouded in the shadow of the gods.
There was a part in the Journey to the West where an official unintentionally offended the Jade Emperor in the process of a sacrificial offering. For the next three years, the city had not a drop of rain, and for a place that relied on agriculture to feed lives, could one possibly imagine how many of the poor people starved to death?
“Elder Immortal Ma, the three grams of Royal Stone that you’ve ordered is prepared…” A shopkeeper at a trade market for cultivating goods greeted the absentminded Old Master Ma eagerly.
He took out a translucent bottle that contained fluorescent green powder.
“Oh, oh, good, very good. This is the final payment.” Old Master Ma quickly handed over a jade bottle.
The bottle contained some Dragon Clan Honey-flavoured Pills.
Sure enough, one would never be able to purchase such a rare item with just real money.
The most recognized item to be used in a fair trade was no other than the Dragon Clan Honey-flavoured Pills personally crafted by the Venerable Dragon God.
After the two completed the transaction, Old Master Ma was even more low-spirited.
These pills that were used for trading were all crafted by the Dragon God, but now, it seemed that he was digging the Dragon God’s grave…
He should not have done this!
Though, what could he have done instead?
With a long face, Old Master Ma could feel his heart being torn apart.
He finally understood the true meaning of being caught between two fires!
There was a hole on his left, so he could not go left, but there was a bigger hole on his right so he could not turn the other way either!
What if he went straight ahead? It might work, but that would kill his conscience…
He had a feeling that his path of cultivation would soon enough be cut off forever.
He once thought that he was limited by qualifications, which led him to a skill cap when he cultivated.
However, reality had pulled a joke on him. It was his heart that flawed…
He was not one of those people who were completely shameless, so it was impossible for him to put his mind at ease. Even if there was a good enough reason, it still would not change the fact that he was a bastard who sold out loyalty to abet the enemy.
“Hmmph, it’s really funny. I, Ma Futian, changed my name to show my support to the Heavens. Look at me now, having to help the outsiders to destroy the pillars of Heavens. Is this really fate?” (TN: Futian is translated directly from the two Chinese characters. “Fu” means “support”, and “tian” means “sky”, and in this case the Heavens.)
He muttered to himself softly as he stumbled out of the store.
The shopkeeper was very confused, but he could not hear what the Elder Immortal was saying.
He found the other person’s expression very strange, and so he secretly sent a message to a certain WeChat account.
A shopkeeper like him not only sold physical objects but also news and information. Most of the time, the latter tended to be even valuable.
…
At the northern Truth Department.
Ren Ruofeng had received the tip-off soon after that one of the four popular powerhouses among people, Ma Futian, was spotted secretly purchasing a large number of materials with different spatial attributes in a preoccupied and anxious mood.
A Think Tank like him could guess a lot of things with just one or two words.
“This old fellow’s really unreliable. Is he really going to help the enemy and become a solid traitor? Or is this him trying to find his route of retreat?”
Ren Ruofeng shook his head. He could understand why the other party was doing this. After all, the Upper Realm was getting more and more powerful, and it was becoming obvious.
In the past, everyone still held onto hope that as time passed, Earth would flourish, and they would be capable of going against the people of the Upper Realm.
However, as all the secret truths were slowly discovered one by one, they only knew that the other side had been plotting this scenario today.
A long time ago, definitely more than 20 years ago, perhaps thousands of years, and even tens of thousands of years ago.
In the face of such powerful forces, the power of mankind is really just like a firefly compared to the blazing sun.
One of the strong pillars of support such as Old Master Ma had no choice but to yield himself to the greater force.
On the contrary, many pioneers of the Upper Realm were the ones who were extremely opposed to the idea of their same kinds descending.
This was normal. If another person came, another pair of chopsticks would have to be added.
When an original saint descended, another holy position would be occupied.
Nobody would be pleased by that.
Besides that, those who came down first were the ones who failed to accomplish their ambitions, and they would be the ones served as scapegoats.
Since ancient times, a pioneer would always be sacrificed off in the end, no matter if the person was a brave warrior or a convict on death row.
It was just that those sacrifices were not of mortals. Each of them had Spiritual Ascension and they would have their own calculations, so there was no way they would willing become sacrifices.
Naturally, they had to plan. Bodhisattva Spirit King fled from Buddhism; the River God of the Sky River could no longer stay in the Upper Realm after the Sky River dried up. They were the first batch of natural gods who were eliminated.
There was the Demon Lord Zhi Nan too. Demons would certainly suffer in the Upper Realm since a heist was coming. The saints would have turned against each other and focus all resources on themselves.
Demons might have been of better use in the past, to balance the Heaven and Earth. However, they were no longer useful before the heist. Those who should be rid of were eliminated, and those who should be destroyed have perished.
The following few years were not to be underestimated. During the late hours, the universe in which Earth existed had evolved many new Maxims that would better accommodate the Upper Realm’s gods, and reduce the risk of the many fallen ones.
Therefore, Ren Ruofeng had instinctively prepared well for this. Not only did he had a triple defense against the Heaven, Earth, and human, he had various plans up his sleeves as well.
However, he understood clearly that those preparations might just be a child’s cheap tricks in the eyes of the Upper Realm’s gods.
Just like building a dam on the beach by using sand to block the tides, all his effort was destined to be wasted.
He was still willing to do it though, otherwise what would be the point of living?
Old Master Ma was in a dilemma as he went to buy the rare spatial ingredients. How could he not have known that this Upper Realm fairy maiden was preparing to summon the mighty gods to descend to the world!
The Venerable Dragon God might be able to seal off the Space Passage to prevent people of the Upper Realm to enter, but if someone was to summon them here, the situation would then be completely different.
This was like someone in an impregnable city who opened the gates for the enemy…
“No, I have to let the Venerable One know.”
“That won’t work. If the Venerable One is notified about this, I’ll be dead for sure. Besides, look around us. I’m afraid there are about hundreds of people who are going to be victimized. The consequences of offending those gods are far more terrible than displeasing some ruthless and tyrannical lord.”
“A lord can only punish your flesh and body, but these gods can make you suffer eternally, and even generations after generations. Remember the myth where the Jade Emperor punished the fairy maiden who thought of worldly pleasures? The maiden was then banished to the Lower Realm to be a prostitute for ten lives! That’s how vicious they are! Since when have they had the slightest mercy a supreme deity should have?”
A thought suddenly popped up in Old Master Ma’s head, an image of his son, Ma Ping, suddenly turning into a woman in his next life…
It was impossible for him to think about it anymore. It was too terrifying, a deep sense of overwhelming fear drifted in his mind.
He felt extremely guilty at the moment. Clearly, it was a “you win some, you lose some” moment.
However much one obtained would be equivalent to one’s loss.
He had received the Upper Realm’s inheritance, which meant that he would have to be involved in the people of the Upper Realm, and eventually sink deeper and deeper into the happenings.
Like a lord, it would seem as if he conquered the world, but at the same time, he would have to bear the weight of the responsibilities.
The number of lords who endured longevity were getting less and les. As for one’s happiness, perhaps one might just be better off as a modern middle-class nobody.
At least modern times had a legal system, and there was civilization. That was why even a middle-class individual could so easily live a life of prosperity and happiness as long as nothing went wrong.
If they were to be pressured by the gods right above their heads, would there be anyone on Earth who could live as comfortably as before?
That was most unlikely, as most people would live in constant fear and nervousness, shrouded in the shadow of the gods.
There was a part in the Journey to the West where an official unintentionally offended the Jade Emperor in the process of a sacrificial offering. For the next three years, the city had not a drop of rain, and for a place that relied on agriculture to feed lives, could one possibly imagine how many of the poor people starved to death?
“Elder Immortal Ma, the three grams of Royal Stone that you’ve ordered is prepared…” A shopkeeper at a trade market for cultivating goods greeted the absentminded Old Master Ma eagerly.
He took out a translucent bottle that contained fluorescent green powder.
“Oh, oh, good, very good. This is the final payment.” Old Master Ma quickly handed over a jade bottle.
The bottle contained some Dragon Clan Honey-flavoured Pills.
Sure enough, one would never be able to purchase such a rare item with just real money.
The most recognized item to be used in a fair trade was no other than the Dragon Clan Honey-flavoured Pills personally crafted by the Venerable Dragon God.
After the two completed the transaction, Old Master Ma was even more low-spirited.
These pills that were used for trading were all crafted by the Dragon God, but now, it seemed that he was digging the Dragon God’s grave…
He should not have done this!
Though, what could he have done instead?
With a long face, Old Master Ma could feel his heart being torn apart.
He finally understood the true meaning of being caught between two fires!
There was a hole on his left, so he could not go left, but there was a bigger hole on his right so he could not turn the other way either!
What if he went straight ahead? It might work, but that would kill his conscience…
He had a feeling that his path of cultivation would soon enough be cut off forever.
He once thought that he was limited by qualifications, which led him to a skill cap when he cultivated.
However, reality had pulled a joke on him. It was his heart that flawed…
He was not one of those people who were completely shameless, so it was impossible for him to put his mind at ease. Even if there was a good enough reason, it still would not change the fact that he was a bastard who sold out loyalty to abet the enemy.
“Hmmph, it’s really funny. I, Ma Futian, changed my name to show my support to the Heavens. Look at me now, having to help the outsiders to destroy the pillars of Heavens. Is this really fate?” (TN: Futian is translated directly from the two Chinese characters. “Fu” means “support”, and “tian” means “sky”, and in this case the Heavens.)
He muttered to himself softly as he stumbled out of the store.
The shopkeeper was very confused, but he could not hear what the Elder Immortal was saying.
He found the other person’s expression very strange, and so he secretly sent a message to a certain WeChat account.
A shopkeeper like him not only sold physical objects but also news and information. Most of the time, the latter tended to be even valuable.
…
At the northern Truth Department.
Ren Ruofeng had received the tip-off soon after that one of the four popular powerhouses among people, Ma Futian, was spotted secretly purchasing a large number of materials with different spatial attributes in a preoccupied and anxious mood.
A Think Tank like him could guess a lot of things with just one or two words.
“This old fellow’s really unreliable. Is he really going to help the enemy and become a solid traitor? Or is this him trying to find his route of retreat?”
Ren Ruofeng shook his head. He could understand why the other party was doing this. After all, the Upper Realm was getting more and more powerful, and it was becoming obvious.
In the past, everyone still held onto hope that as time passed, Earth would flourish, and they would be capable of going against the people of the Upper Realm.
However, as all the secret truths were slowly discovered one by one, they only knew that the other side had been plotting this scenario today.
A long time ago, definitely more than 20 years ago, perhaps thousands of years, and even tens of thousands of years ago.
In the face of such powerful forces, the power of mankind is really just like a firefly compared to the blazing sun.
One of the strong pillars of support such as Old Master Ma had no choice but to yield himself to the greater force.
On the contrary, many pioneers of the Upper Realm were the ones who were extremely opposed to the idea of their same kinds descending.
This was normal. If another person came, another pair of chopsticks would have to be added.
When an original saint descended, another holy position would be occupied.
Nobody would be pleased by that.
Besides that, those who came down first were the ones who failed to accomplish their ambitions, and they would be the ones served as scapegoats.
Since ancient times, a pioneer would always be sacrificed off in the end, no matter if the person was a brave warrior or a convict on death row.
It was just that those sacrifices were not of mortals. Each of them had Spiritual Ascension and they would have their own calculations, so there was no way they would willing become sacrifices.
Naturally, they had to plan. Bodhisattva Spirit King fled from Buddhism; the River God of the Sky River could no longer stay in the Upper Realm after the Sky River dried up. They were the first batch of natural gods who were eliminated.
There was the Demon Lord Zhi Nan too. Demons would certainly suffer in the Upper Realm since a heist was coming. The saints would have turned against each other and focus all resources on themselves.
Demons might have been of better use in the past, to balance the Heaven and Earth. However, they were no longer useful before the heist. Those who should be rid of were eliminated, and those who should be destroyed have perished.
The following few years were not to be underestimated. During the late hours, the universe in which Earth existed had evolved many new Maxims that would better accommodate the Upper Realm’s gods, and reduce the risk of the many fallen ones.
Therefore, Ren Ruofeng had instinctively prepared well for this. Not only did he had a triple defense against the Heaven, Earth, and human, he had various plans up his sleeves as well.
However, he understood clearly that those preparations might just be a child’s cheap tricks in the eyes of the Upper Realm’s gods.
Just like building a dam on the beach by using sand to block the tides, all his effort was destined to be wasted.
He was still willing to do it though, otherwise what would be the point of living?
