People in Jiejiao, Plague God Lu Yue

Chapter 1003 Red Clouds Win, Fate Loses

The Deity of Fate glanced back indifferently.

Looking at Lü Yue, who seemed like an idiot, he said calmly, "You haven't even touched the Dao of Creation yet. Pangu created the world by using himself as a framework to construct every step of the primordial world. There can't be the slightest deviation."
result!"

"You know that too."

"Body perishes, Dao vanishes!"

"I will not bother with such effort; I will have to seize it from the chaos."

"In the boundless chaos, those great gods and demons would, every so often, release a batch of Pangu to create the world. Since there are ready-made Pangu and ready-made primordial world."

"Why would I risk my life to create the world?"

"It's better to just grab what's readily available."

"What you have seen before is just history repeating itself time and time again. In every era, there are awakened individuals like you who sense the crisis, but so what?"
"As long as you still wish to cultivate, you will have no choice but to fall into the trap I have set for you."

Hehe~
"is it?"

Lu Yue smiled calmly, looking at the red cloud. Although his cultivation was not as high as that of the God of Destiny, his God-Slaying Spear still made Hongjun feel a chill with a single strike.

As his phantom grew weaker and weaker, it was clear that they intended to kill him.

"look?"

"Isn't Hongyun rebelling against this unjust fate?"

Lü Yue pointed.

Even if fate were to be restored upon the old Taoist Hongjun, what difference would it make?
"Him! He's nothing but a clown."

The voice of the Deity of Fate abruptly ceased.

The old Taoist Hongjun let out a shrill scream, instantly forcing the God of Fate to return to his original position.

"Hongyun, why are you so stubborn?" Hongjun's voice was somewhat mournful, echoing throughout the Zixiao Palace, and his gaze carried a deep sense of desolation.

It's unclear whether he was marveling at his own clone or at Hongyun's unwavering will.

Hongyun sneered, each move becoming increasingly fierce. He had long since disregarded life and death, his sole purpose being to bring down Hongjun, especially the old Taoist Hongjun who had merged with destiny.

therefore.

He remained completely unmoved by the clamor of fate and destiny. Today, he was determined to prove that he was neither a puppet nor a clown they could manipulate at will.

Instead, it is a powerful being of the Primordial Chaos type, with flesh and blood.

Hehe~
Hongyun looked at the irritable Hongjun and said with a smile, "Didn't you say that I was a clown?"

"When you were plotting against me, did you ever imagine that this day would come?"

Destiny Hongjun's expression was stern as he watched Hongyun's causal threads being severed time and time again, only to be bound again each time, seemingly endless.

“Hongyun, your destiny has already been written by me. Why do you resist? I have given you countless praises, and you are remembered by the world. Your name as a kind-hearted person is known to everyone in the primordial world.”

"Why! Aren't you satisfied yet?"

Bah~
It’s better not to say it!

Hongyun was furious. He thought that good-natured people should be bullied, should give up their chance to become saints, and should become stepping stones to stir up the winds and clouds of the primordial world.

What did he do wrong?
"If this is the destiny you have written, I do not approve of it. I have been kind to everyone all my life, and I would even give up the opportunity to become a saint. Why can't you give me a good ending?"

"Demon of Fate, your path is unjust."

"Your fate is unfair. Why should I follow the script you wrote and wander through the primordial world? Can't I have my own life?"

"No!"

When Hongyun spoke of the injustice of fate, the threads of fate supporting Hongjun suddenly snapped completely, and the God of Fate also suffered a backlash, causing the scenes to change once again.

The once formless Zixiao Palace crumbled in an instant, turning into ruins. Countless gods and demons who had been in meditation awoke once more, gazing at the surrounding scene.

They all showed a look of confusion.

This?
"what happened?"

Even Jieyin and Zhunti took a step back, looking at the ruins before them. What they were standing on were not prayer mats, but crickets.

The giant maw was slowly devouring them.

"Have we entered into an illusion?"

Lu Yue raised an eyebrow, looking at the Three Pure Ones Dao Ancestors who were still in meditation. He stepped forward.

Give it a gentle push.

They discovered that they had vanished completely from the hall, like dust.

The prayer cushions they sat on also vanished without a trace.

"Where are the Three Pure Ones?"

Jieyin and Zhunti revealed a look of fear.

Lu Yue then turned his gaze to the entrance of Zixiao Palace. When Hongyun's God-Slaying Spear devoured Hongjun's clone, he noticed something unusual.

With the abilities of the Three Pure Ones.

How could anyone not see through such a simple, flawed scheme?
"Lu Yue, your senses are indeed quite sharp." Shangqing Daoist smiled faintly, pointed to a ruin in Zixiao Palace, and explained, "When we discovered that Yin and Yang were reversed..."

"So you've already discovered the flaw in Master Hongjun's strategy?"

"You could also say that he deliberately revealed a flaw."

"The true Deity of Fate has probably already disappeared without a trace. The Purple Cloud Palace where we are is just an illusion deliberately left for us."

"Five thousand five hundred kalpas!"

“It’s the same routine every time. He doesn’t get annoyed, but I do. The moment we stepped into this place, we realized something was wrong.”

"To create a clone is merely a means to confuse fate."

Where is Hongyun?

Lu Yue smiled calmly, turned around, and when he looked at Hongyun again, he had already disappeared.

"I've gone to seek out the true form of the God of Fate."

The Taoist Taiqing waved his whisk and arrived at the cloud bed where the Taoist Hongjun had stayed. After observing it carefully for a moment, he finally sighed helplessly.

"The Fate Demon is truly cunning!"

"He got away again."

Lü Yue was immediately confused again.

Are these demons playing a game of nested dolls, each existing between reality and illusion?
"Cough cough."

Yuqing Daoist spat out a mouthful of blood, looked in the direction of Taiqing Daoist, and said with some fear, "Senior brother, be careful."

The Taoist Taiqing was completely enveloped in a Taiji diagram.

As the cloud bed gradually dissipated, it transformed once again into the Hongjun Ancestor, his eyes closed, yawning, looking like a kind old man.

Look at everyone.

"Shall the sermon begin?"

"Why aren't you all seated yet?"

Everyone looked sideways.

He turned his gaze to Hongjun and said with displeasure, "Is it the God of Fate again?"

"No."

The Taoist Taiqing threw out the exquisite pagoda, imprisoning Hongjun inside, and explained calmly, "It's another brand new Hongjun; you can think of him as a spirit of the artifact."

Its function!
That is, to preach to everyone.

"Apart from that, there is no sign of any Taoist magic or supernatural powers."

Upon hearing this, everyone laughed and asked, "Is it the Primordial Chaos Dao?"

"no!"

The Taoist Taiqing looked grief-stricken, as if he had been deceived time and time again, revealing a sense of dejection.

"The Path to Sainthood".

"Just like the rules governing the operation of this world, all our causes and effects begin with hearing the Dao."

(End of this chapter)