Chapter 2828 - 84: Don’t Be Afraid (2)

"Namo, Devil Master Tathagata!" Shujia Lan hurriedly added in a louder voice.

Coming to this Divine Pavilion, though each has their own pursuits and they compete with one another, the bizarre He Huating that suddenly appeared gives the demons present a sense of danger, prompting them to unite against a common foe.

In such an atmosphere, the obsequiousness of Chai Asi seemed somewhat abrupt. He eagerly said, "To see the face of a sage, how fortunate for a junior like me?"

In any case, He Huating does not deserve to be called a "sage." Even his ancestor He Qingsong barely qualifies for such a title.

But he laughed.

The laughter suddenly stopped and was replaced by a labored, bellows-like sound.

Just a couple of light laughs seemed to take a great effort, as if he couldn’t catch his breath. He bowed his head, supporting himself on his knees, taking deep breaths!

The young demons present were cautious and didn’t seize the chance to make any moves.

Only after a while did He Huating catch his breath evenly.

Weakly, he said, "I’ve worked so hard, just hoping that future generations would mention me with such a title."

The pursuit of fame before and after death is a universal truth.

Listeners could indeed hear the longing in his voice. He probably once had such an imagination, a grand vision... but in the end, he became a failure.

Then he began to turn around.

With the great Ancient God by his side, Chai Asi was actually the least tense one on the scene. He still had the leisure to make small talk, smilingly saying, "Well, look, isn’t that called having a spiritual connection..."

He Huating completely turned around.

Chai Asi was left speechless.

What kind of appearance is this?

He said himself, "I’m ugly and ashamed to show my hideousness," yet he was somewhat modest.

His hair, devoid of any luster, piled atop his head like dried grass.

Deep wrinkles could almost crush a fly.

The eyes seemed to have sunken into the back of his head, leaving only two dim lights still depicting this living creature.

His body and face seemed devoid of flesh and blood, only wrinkled skin clinging to thin bones.

The supposedly precious feathered robe looked draped over a bamboo frame.

All vitality should have vanished, yet there, it still struggles painfully, akin to ’stabbing a bamboo skewer under the nail’, a visible agony.

He silently gazed at all the living beings present, a terror without sound.

Chai Asi, thoroughly frightened, quickly sought solace from the great Ancient God: "What’s this old guy’s origin?"

The great Ancient God merely said, "Do not act rashly."

The true essence of the Shenxiao World’s reality is "Infinite Possibilities," forming the basic rules of this world and a major reason why it attracts so many powerful figures to set up plans.

Just as the true essence of the Mountain and Sea Realm is "Fantasies Becoming Reality."

One could entirely say that in this Shenxiao World, there exists a possibility—Jiang Wang could bring back the Knowledge and Hearing Bell and return home safely.

But where is this possibility? It is unknown. How can this possibility be realized? It is unknown.

Infinite possibilities do not equate to having one’s wishes fulfilled.

Everything is possible, but you might achieve nothing.

As the saying goes, "Even with the combined force of heaven and earth, a hero must still strive for himself."

Possibility needs to be found on one’s own and grasped by oneself.

Jiang Wang has not yet figured out how to pry open the path home.

He was swept away by the chaos of time before reaching the Stele of Truth.

He has not yet digested the piece of history of "there was originally no one in the world" before being held here by He Huating.

How could he know what the hell this thing is, or what its origins are?

He Huating spoke again, with a voice like floating threads, "Having seen the true face, why do you not bow to me?"

The atmosphere instantly became solemn.

Yang Yu and Shujia Lan both revered Tathagata, Lu Qilang and Zhu Lanruo each held their pride, She Guyu had his own path. Even Pig Dali held his ideals, Ken Xihua followed Yang Yu, Yuan Mengji only wished to go home... Among the young Demon Clan members present, who would bow to him?

Such a withered skin and bone monster!

Only Chai Asi laughed heartily, bowing without reserve: "Junior young man, greets the elder ancestor!"

He Huating’s gaze settled on him, slowly saying, "You are good."

Chai Asi honestly laughed, "The successful comes first, and the elders are respected. You possess both, so bowing to you is only proper!"

He Huating slowly shifted his gaze, that dim look seemed to dismantle everything he saw, so laboriously saying, "It was in the Yuanxi calendar year 3922 that I’m stuck here. From what year have you all... come?"

This statement unequivocally clarified that the Demon Clan members present had been brought to a segment of past time by him. To be precise, they are now in the Shenxiao World of Yuanxi calendar year 3922.

The young Demon Clan members looked at each other in dismay.

Finally, Lu Qilang spoke, "Emperor Yuan Xi has been gone for a long time, the Demon Clan no longer uses this era name."

"Yuan Xi" was the era name of the third generation Demon Emperor in the New Realm, and after his passing, history referred to him as "Emperor Yuan Xi," "Yuan Xi Demon Emperor."

In the Mirror World, Jiang Wang furrowed his brows.

Because this year is exactly Dao Calendar year 3922. Though Yuanxi 3922 and the Dao Calendar are completely unrelated, the coincidence between the two times...

He now deeply doubts all coincidences in the Shenxiao World.

At the Eternal Youth Spring, He Huating grinned.

This smile was more terrifying than when he didn’t smile. All teeth in his mouth had fallen out, leaving gaping, ulcer-like gums!