Chapter 836 - - 583 Duge Defines Saint_2

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Nothing of great importance occurred in the Mortal Realm.

The Propaganda Department had already grasped Duge’s spirit and daily promoted the sagacity of the Human Emperor, discredited the Immortal Realm, and through the Underworld Emperor confirmed the existence of the Twilight Calamity, calling upon the Human Race to prepare for war.

In the five great provinces, scholars endowed with literary and martial hearts, organized under Yan Zian and other literary leaders appointed by Duge, researched new battle poems everyday, enriching the Human Race’s wartime arsenal, and conducted several military drills in conjunction with the Military Generals and the Demon Clan to adapt to the upcoming war.

Battle poems could be used not only in warfare but also in civil affairs.

Verses such as “Sow one grain in spring, reap tens of thousands in autumn,” “Silently moisturize the things as you wind into the night,” and “An ordinary knowledge of the east wind’s face, with the profusion of purples and reds, is always spring,” when recited by great scholars, could actually change the local climate and promote the growth of crops, virtually by divine means.

A new atmosphere, a new life; the commonfolk of the Human Race were highly satisfied with their current lives, their enthusiasm unprecedentedly high, swearing to protect the new Mortal Realm at all costs.

When interests emerged, even the most conservative old guards could not return to the old days.

Of course, such major movements and initiatives were further fueled by Alien Warriors.

Duge had created a conducive living environment for them, but there was still a last-place elimination system waiting, where advancing even one rank might mean living another month longer.

Furthermore, it was very likely that a war would erupt between the Human Race and the Immortal Realm; these lively beings in the Mortal Realm could have already been marked by the Immortal Court. If the Immortal Emperor couldn’t move against Duge, couldn’t he move against them?

The Alien Warriors were chasing each other, no one daring to take it lightly, only Duge, leading by a wide margin, thought they were too sluggish.

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The Longevity Emperor’s Buddhism was developing step by step, competing with the Human Emperor for believers in the Mortal Realm.

Previously, the development of Buddhism had achieved certain effects.

However, as Duge later integrated the destiny of the Human Race, the phenomenon of Literary Heart surged with battle poems protecting the Mortal Realm, which diverted the common people’s reliance on gods and Buddhas, greatly slowing the progress of the grand vows of various Bodhisattvas.

These days, Mount Sumeru was shrouded in sorrowful clouds; the Longevity Emperor and his disciples all felt a deep uncertainty about their paths…

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Above, on the eighth day.

Outside the Underworld Palace.

A voice like rolling thunder came from outside, “Nether King, I trust you are well.”

Duge was startled by the voice and opened his eyes.

At this moment, his “Heavenly Path Netherworld Skill” was nearing perfection, and his spiritual power was approaching the ten billion mark.

The instant he opened his eyes, his gaze was as sharp as lightning, startling the Underworld Emperor at his side.

Immediately after, the divine light in Duge’s eyes faded.

At this moment, Duge had never felt stronger both inside and out.

Previously, when his Divine Body was trained with three types of Divine Powers and later enhanced by Blood Law, although his spiritual power was several billion, Duge always felt somewhat impeded when using Art Techniques. But now, his essence, energy, and spirit seemed to have unified.

At Mount Sumeru, after being targeted by the Underworld Emperor, Duge had once felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness; now, that feeling had completely vanished.

Duge examined his own soul and found it still lacking a piece; the strength of his Divine Soul had not aided in self-repair of his soul.

“I congratulate the Human Emperor on further advancement,” said the Underworld Emperor with a fist salute, as Duge had caught up to his level of cultivation in just seven days; at this point, the Underworld Emperor’s trust in him surpassed even his own.

“Still a long way to go,” Duge laughed lightly, “Is that the Demon Emperor outside?”

“Yes,” replied the Underworld Emperor with a laugh, “He too likely comes for the sake of the Twilight Calamity.

“Let him in,” said Duge, as the Twilight Calamity had turned into a reality, it was within expectations that these important figures would come looking for him, the instigator. Previously, he might have worried that the Demon Emperor would act against him, but now, he feared nothing.

With his current level of cultivation, aside from the Daoist Ancestor, there was probably no one else in this world who could kill him.

Only time would tell if his soul being summoned back by Pan-Universe Entertainment, which took control of such a powerful body, would cause great damage to this world!

“Esteemed Daoist, please come in,” said the Underworld Emperor.

As he spoke, the doors of the Underworld Palace flung open, and a young man dressed in a green robe with white hair strode into the Underworld Palace, followed closely by Bai Da, the Longevity Emperor, and Puhua Celestial Venerable, all of whom did not dare to even breathe too loudly.

The Underworld Emperor’s guards stood on high alert.

“Impressive tactics, Human Emperor; you’ve manipulated the Three Realms at your fingertips,” the Demon Emperor said, looking at Duge and clapping his hands with laughter.

“Does the Demon Emperor intend to strike at me?” Duge asked.

“I was inexplicably afflicted by the Twilight Calamity by you, dragging the entire Demon Clan into disaster. Even if I killed you a thousand times, it would not be too much,” the Demon Emperor said coldly.

“Demon Emperor, you had the chance to kill me seven days ago, but now even if you wanted to, you can’t kill me anymore,” Duge looked at the Demon Emperor and smiled, “The calamity has already begun, and even if my fellow Daoist truly killed me, it is feared that the Demon Clan will repeat the ending of a million years ago. Last time the Demon Clan had a way out, but now, with the Immortal Emperor resolving the Twilight Calamity, the Demon Clan has no retreat.”

“Humph,” the Demon Emperor snorted heavily.

“Human Race, Demon Clan, Underworld—all three united could easily overturn the Immortal Court!” Duge smiled and pointed at Bai Da, then at the Demon Emperor, “By then, with the Demon Clan entering the Immortal Realm, and my fellow Daoist becoming a Saint, wouldn’t that be wonderful?”

“Do you think the Daoist Ancestor is just for show?” the Demon Emperor said, “You promise the Taoists of Dragon Tiger Mountain Daoist Rhyme, promise the Five Peak Emperors Golden Immortal status, lure Five Emperors of the human realm to become Saints, deceive billions of Human Race to fight against the Immortal Court, promise tens of thousands of Heavenly Soldiers freedom…

After dragging everyone into the mud, you discard them like worn-out shoes. I’ve never seen such a venomous heart before. Incarnation of Heaven? I spit at it!”

“Where do these words of the Demon Emperor come from?” Duge laughed, “The Twilight Calamity is real, the Method of Becoming a Saint is real. Which of the things I said have I not done?”

“You know very well whether you have done it or not,” the Demon Emperor said, “The Method of Becoming a Saint is as hard as ascending to heaven. Now Mount Sumeru has fallen into difficulties, once the calamity starts, who knows how many of the Demon Clan will die because of you; by then, the person who benefits, you, will just brush off and leave, leaving this mess for who to clean up?”

“In an age of peace, what use is the Buddha?” Duge looked toward the Longevity Emperor who seemed to have been drained of spiritual energy and smiled, “Immortal Life Buddha, I ask you, if I don’t stir up a calamity across the Three Realms, who will Buddha deliver? If I don’t tear apart the Immortal Court, will your Buddhism have any use? Just with your top ten disciples preaching?”

“…” The Longevity Emperor sharply looked up at Duge.

“With one whale falls, myriad creatures arise,” Duge said, “If there’s no calamity, how can opportunities come?”

“The Method of Becoming a Saint…” the Demon Emperor still wanted to speak.

“Demon Emperor, I have completed my Divine Soul with the Nether King’s methods, and can now invoke the laws of the world with a word,” Duge smiled and looked around at everyone, “In the midst of this calamity, the Three Realms should produce three thousand Saints.”

“…” the Demon Emperor.

“…” the Nether King.

“…” the Longevity Emperor and others.

“Misleading the public with nonsense,” the Demon Emperor frowned and said.

“My fellow Daoist, you are already a demon,” Duge looked at the Demon Emperor and smiled, reminding him.

“…” The corner of the Demon Emperor’s eye twitched as he choked back his breath.

“Fellow Daoist, I know you resent the Twilight Calamity, but since things have come this far, killing me is useless. Why not sit down and talk about how we can reap the greatest benefit from this calamity?” Duge, while cultivating, sat on a meditation cushion. He reached out his hand and several more meditation cushions appeared out of thin air, “Please, have a seat.”

With his current Cultivation Level, creating objects from the void was not difficult.

The Demon Emperor snorted coldly and sat down first.

Then came the Longevity Emperor, followed by Puhua Celestial Venerable, then Bai Da Demon King, and finally, the Ziwei Emperor…

The Nether King already had his own seat, so there was no need for him to sit on any meditation cushion.

“Give me a seat.” Another voice spoke up; it was the Taixuan Emperor, emerging from somewhere, enveloped in a blood-red aura, looking at Duge, he said softly, “You promised me the Method of Becoming a Saint.”

Puhua Celestial Venerable looked back at the Taixuan Emperor and then at Duge, sighed quietly without further engagement. At the time, he couldn’t understand, but after contemplating it later, he guessed that the Taixuan Emperor must have colluded with Duge.

If not, how could it be such a coincidence?

The Taixuan Emperor led himself away, and Duge appeared.

Duge took control of over two hundred thousand Heavenly Soldiers, managed the human realm, and the Taixuan Emperor disappeared, never to appear again, practicing the Blood Law which needed Qi and blood the most. In such a vast human realm, who could prevent him?

“Please,” Duge said.

With a wave of his hand, Duge conjured another meditation cushion and pushed it under the feet of the Taixuan Emperor.

The Taixuan Emperor unceremoniously sat down.

Looking at the seven people sitting beside him, Duge suddenly had an illusion; wasn’t this precisely the scenario when Hongjun conferred the seven Primordial Violet Qi?

A coincidence?

If this is a coincidence.

Once these seven people became Saints, wouldn’t he truly be able to merge with the Dao?

Perhaps he should spread this event widely in the “Human Daily” and fully transform this coincidence into reality…

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