The prehistoric infrastructure maniac

Chapter 66 The Path of Choice
Huh. His chest heaved. Di Jun took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to run away. He shouted and led the way, carrying the seriously injured Donghuang Taiyi away: "Let's go!"

Immediately afterwards, Kunpeng, Bai Ze and other demon saints also hurriedly led the demon army away.

"Since you dragons have already surrendered, you should send people to the Heavenly Court to pay tribute as soon as possible, otherwise Shi Mo will not be able to protect you forever," Kunpeng shouted coldly before leaving.

For a moment, everyone subconsciously looked at Shi Mo, whose figure appeared in the rapidly shrinking Thirteenth-Rank Merit Karma Fire Lotus. Ao Li behind him couldn't help but say, "Senior Shi Mo."

"Since the dragon clan has made its decision, it's not convenient for me to get involved," Shi Mo glanced at Ao Guang and other powerful dragon clan members who were still kneeling above the sea, and shook his head slightly.

Protecting the dragon clan? He had no interest in that, much less any obligation. Furthermore, the dragon clan didn't necessarily need his protection.

"Senior." Ao Li knelt down directly in front of Shi Mo.

However, before she could say anything more, Shi Mo frowned and said directly: "It's no use begging me!"

"Ao Li does not ask for the protection of the dragon clan from the senior, I only ask that the senior accept me as a disciple. From now on, if the senior gives me an order, Ao Li will repay it with his life!" Ao Li said hurriedly.

"Become my disciple?" Shi Mo raised an eyebrow in surprise and said, "Alright! Then you can follow me to Jiuding Tiecha Mountain to practice. But you don't have to die in return. I'm not looking for thugs. As for becoming my disciple, there's no need to mention it either."

"Senior." Ao Ming also hurried over and knelt down.

"Okay, come with me! I'm teaching one person, and I'm teaching two people too," Shi Mo said directly without waiting for Ao Ming to finish.

"Thank you, senior!" Ao Ming and Ao Li were surprised and bowed quickly.

After saying hello to Zhen Yuanzi, Hong Yun and the others, Shi Mo took Ao Ming and Ao Li directly back to Jiuding Tiecha Mountain.

After the other powerful monks who were watching the battle had dispersed one after another, Ao Guang stood up silently. Ao Qin, who stood up later, could not help but ask, "Brother, what about the tribute?"

"Just as we discussed and decided before, I will go to the Heavenly Palace in person," Ao Guang said calmly.

"Brother, A'li and Ao Ming." Ao Run on the side couldn't help but say.

Looking at the direction where Shi Mo left, Ao Guangze said with a complicated look in his eyes, "Following Senior Shi Mo to practice cultivation may be the best choice for them."

"Ao Guang, I will go to Longyuan to practice in seclusion, and the dragon clan will be handed over to you," Ao Qing, with the same complicated and sad look, said to Ao Guang, and then he turned into a green dragon and sank into the sea.

On Mount Buzhou, above a cloud, Yuanshi and Tongtian were accompanying Fuxi to look into the distance.

"I didn't expect that the dragon clan actually has a quasi-saint. Unfortunately, Zhulong was ultimately unable to save the dragon clan," Tongtian shook his head and sighed.

Fuxi said: "The Dragon Clan has lost its luck, while the Demon Clan is full of luck. The outcome of this battle is not difficult to predict."

"Luck? Di Jun was able to kill the two corpses so quickly. Could it be that luck really has such a profound influence on cultivation?" Tongtian frowned slightly. Yuanshi couldn't help but ask, "Shi Mo also killed the two corpses, and he possesses such an amazingly defensive magical treasure. Is it luck, or the influence of merit?"

"Fellow Daoist Shi Mo possesses great merits and wisdom. Some of the things he has done have had a significant impact on the prehistoric world," Fuxi exclaimed in admiration.

Yuanshi frowned slightly when he heard this, and couldn't help but look at Tongtian beside him.

They are the authentic Pangu, but now they are only a quasi-saint with one corpse, and have not yet reached the threshold of killing two corpses.

Nowadays, there are quite a few powerful people in the prehistoric world who have become quasi-saints with only one corpse, but there are really only a handful of people who have killed two corpses like Shi Mo and Di Jun. Each of them is a person with great opportunity, great wisdom and great perseverance!
Just like Laozi, who was also transformed from Pangu's primordial spirit, Yuanshi and Tongtian naturally did not want to admit that they were much worse than Laozi.

At the same time, in a lush valley on Mount Buzhou, Laozi and Nuwa, who were sitting opposite each other and discussing Taoism, were startled by the battle at the quasi-saint level above the East China Sea and stopped, and could not help but start discussing.

"This Shi Mo, worthy of being born in the Chaos God and Demon, really should not be underestimated!" Laozi said with some emotion.

Nuwa sighed a little, "Back in the Primal Chaos, I never thought he could reach this level. After the next Dao Ancestor's lecture on the Great Dao of Sainthood, he should have a good chance of achieving the Dao Fruition of Sainthood."

"It's good to have him as our companion. This world may become more interesting because of him," Laozi said with a smile.

Listening to Laozi's profound words, Nuwa couldn't help but laugh: "He really has many ingenious ideas and can always do some unexpected things."

"When do you think he will be able to kill the three corpses?" Laozi asked.

"It's easier said than done to understand oneself and find one's own path," Nuwa said, shaking her head.

"There's still more than half a Yuanhui left before Daozu gives his third sermon. I'm also very curious about who among us can take that step first and reach the peak of Quasi-Sage level."

At Jiuding Tiecha Mountain, Shi Mo, who brought Ao Li and Ao Ming back, handed them over to the good corpse incarnation and the evil corpse incarnation for training respectively.

In the Eight Treasures Cloud Light Cave, Shi Mo, sitting cross-legged on the jade platform, frowned in thought, unable to calm down. "The dragon clan was once so powerful, but Zulong and Zhulong fell one after another. They were both powerful beings at the quasi-saint level, but their end was..."

"There are also Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, and the twelve ancestors of the Wu clan. Except for Hou Tu, who reincarnated as Hou Tu Niangniang, the others have all fallen. No matter how glorious they were in their lives, no matter how powerful and lucky they were." Shi Mo muttered to himself:
"On the contrary, Brother Zhenyuan practiced diligently and quietly, eventually becoming the ancestor of earthly immortals. Is it true that the more you struggle, the faster you die? But why didn't Kunpeng die? Was it because he educated the demon race and had merit? And then there's Minghe. He created the Asura race and established the Ashura religion."

"Nuwa created humans, and the Three Pure Ones and the two saints of the West all established religions and became saints. All of this is closely related to merit and luck. I have already accumulated great merit, so logically speaking, my luck should be good too."

Thinking of this, Shi Mo couldn't help but frown and thought to himself, "But to kill the three corpses, it's obviously not as simple as relying on merit and luck. What's the most important thing? The three corpses of self. Self, demanding of oneself, and understanding oneself?"

"But how can I understand myself? What do I think? What do I want? Or do I need to understand the path that belongs to me?" Thinking of this, Shi Mo's eyes lit up as if he had realized something:
"But where is my path? Is it just about trading and business? Isn't that a bit too narrow? At the very least, it should benefit the prehistoric world, like repairing the earth veins, to be considered a pursuit. The saints seek enlightenment, so why don't I find ways to build and protect the prehistoric world? Working hard for the healthy development of the prehistoric world will surely deserve a saintly position in the future, right?"

(End of this chapter)