A̡̟̯̙͍̍̈́͑ͪͦ̔̾́̚͠h͛̔͛͌͆҉̡̰̲̭̫͔̖̜̩̳,͊̎͐ͥ͏̵̬̥̜̥̠̫͙̺̺ ͓̲̝͕͍͒̄ͨͭͥ̃ͧ̚t̸̸̹͍͇̫̬̹̱̬ͩ̔͐͊͋̋̿̚͝h̝̺̞͖̤̫̲̍͑͗ͣͬ̀aͤ̇̑ͩ̈́̋̔͏͕̼̻̩̕t̛͉̣͙̖ͥ̈ͩ͐̿͌ͦͭ’͎͇̅ͧͪ̑s̼̼͉̫͍̘͋̋͛ͪͭ̽͑͜͞ ̏̊̈ͬ́҉̻̖̣̞̭̤̝ă̧̜̻͙̣̤͙̙ͪ͗̋ ̟̥͖̱͉̼̈́̋b̃ͅi̭̝̙̲ͦ̂̈́ͥͧ̍ͅt̴̖̲͂ͭ̔̌̚̚ ̬͙̮̟͌ͥ͌̀͡t̤̭̦̪͇̞̊̃͆͆ͫ̍ͤ̽͟͞ͅr̛͎̪̮̗͉͓͙͓̅̾ͣ̉̋͘o̙̘͕̼̘̫̜ͩͬͫͣư̖͇̈́͌́̀b̢̖̙̹͙ͨ́ͅl̴̷̫ͧͤͬ̀i̵̢̻̍̽ͥͪ̕n͈̠ͮ̆̐ͬ̉̒͞g̰̪̺̯̯̟̟͔ͭͣ̿,̡̆̈ͫ̊͏̤̟͕͚̦̟̣”̙̫͎̺͔̒͛͋̓ ͙̱̱̞̭̭͙̳̋

̞͙͇̻̳͕̜̮̇ͥ̾̏̄ͣ̈̀́̚͠

͊̓̅̐ͥ̉̔̕͠͏͖̮̤͎“̧̺̯̳̺͋̾ͨ́A̢̳͇͂͐̈́͑͢t̶̢͗͂͌̀ͤͨ͂҉̮̺̘̖͕ͅ ̦͉͓̰͓̹̼̖ͦ̒͟t̡̜̺ͤ̏̎ͮͣ̓ͦ̄ͤh̡̆ͪ͗̚҉̦̼̝̜̜͡ë̌̋̂͏̳̜̦̠̤̰͈̀͡ ̧̩̤̝̞̤̯̏͢s͙͖̲̤ͯͤ͐̄ͫ͂̄̔͟p̬͎̯̜͚̦͎̣ͭͦ̍͐̾ͤ͂ͤ́ȇ̸͎̠͇͍ͬ͗͑e̵̖͚ͩͦͅd̎̑͟҉͈͙͇͎̞̦̥͉ͅ ̀ͨ̿̂̎ͧ̔ͤ̕҉͏͍̼̻̠h̛̛͔ͦ́͂̚͢e͔̩̭̭͎̼͛̍ͨͬ͋̐͊͂’̑ͭͬ̓̍͏̲̪̗̯͉̮͈͕̱̀͟s̴̨̎͏̠͔̣ ̺̯͍̰̰͕̿̎̇ͮ̓͊̒͆̕͟t̷̰̤̣̬̩̙ͬ̋ͣ͒ͣ̊͆ͯͦ́̕ͅr̶̳̞̖͌ͣ̉̚ā̴̡̨̳̺̗͍͕͈̩̲̆ͦv̱̦̱̼̝̟̳͒͂̀͞e̛̖̠͍̝̼̲̻̘ͯͤͩ͗̀͝l͐̂͆̔̔͌̓͌҉͔̝͇i̟̲ͪ͌ͅņ̴̩̥̘̙̼̬͐̒̈́̓̌͗̋̉ͅͅg̪̻̺͚̠̝͑̌̆ͮ̈̀̌̇̕,̸̢̪̻͔̺̯̪̓ͦͭ̔̓͢ ̧̧̺̞̲͕̻̐ͦ̊ͫ̋ͬͫ̀͘h̰̬̤̠̔ͣͤ͊̅̔͝ȩ̺̖̗̥͔͎̘ͭͨ̌ͭͣͩ̃ ̟͓̗̫̙̫̼͌ͣ̆̇́̔̂̄̅͡w͔̤͉͎̤̼̹͖͑ͨ̉̈ͭ̂͗ͧͧ͘o̐̃ͪ̾ͥͩ̓̚͏̼̣̤͜n̩͚̗̭̥͇̝̏͑ͯ̑́ͅ’̢͍̭̬̒͗̌́ţ̱̲̤̉̍ͣ͗̋̽̀̾ͪ ̶̼ͭ̊̍ͬͤ͑bͥ̔̂̔͌͐́҉̴̼̻̦̻̘͓͉͠e͚̩̻̥̙͚͇ͤ̂͢͡ͅ ̴͖͈̰̲̯̎́͆b̞͙̳̼̮̭̲ͪͤ̏̌̒ͭ͂̕͟͞a̡̡͓̪͈͒̓̽͆ͬͮ̇͝ç̮̹̣̼̜͈̰͓̈ͪ̈̈k̟̯͕̭̥̮͎̳̩̉̉ ͔ͤ̈̅̏̈̀̋ư̢̻͇̤̥ͩ́͐̍̿ͫͨ͢n͖̘͈͉̟̪̣̽̔ͪͯ̐ͣ̅ͦ͠t̵̪̐͋̕į̸̲̳͎̯̗̯̫̲͆͠l̴͔̻̳̞̣̺̲̼̠̾̓͑͊ͨ̄̅ͦ͘͞ ̡ͫ͗̓҉̺̥̖̩͍̠ḻ͖̥̦̪̩͇̺̎̌̋̕o̶͕̠̠̰͖̳ͥ̄̂ͭ̐͂ͨ͌ͭn̵͚͈̟͇̥̱̏ͭ͒̿̆͛g̴̛̟̹̿̇ͣ̕ ̵̗̰̖͖̗͚̯̤̈́͊ͧ̓̎ͫ͊͞a̸̛̝̖͂̂͂͑̏͗ͮͯf̣̺͕̍ͨ̇ͤ̿̆̄͡t̤͈̤̳̩̼̤̯ͬ͌ͫ̾̚͢e͚̭ͥ̎ŗ̡̱̜̻̫͇͈̼̃ͣ̉͑̿͊͒͌̚͢ ̸̱͎͍͋ͨͪ̈̋͛͒̀͝ͅt͇ͣ̓̑̑ͬ̐ͦ̏̀h̝̮̺͓̆̉̚ͅe̸̥͐̓̑̾̐ ̽̈́̄ͨ́҉͙̜͍̙͙̳̹͓͡w̴̶͉̤͇͑̑͐ͦ͗̅ͣ̚a̡̻̖͔̖̪͋͒̉̈͋̂ͬ̃ͩ͜r̨̫͈͙͎͔͉̩̦ͣͩ̑ͩ͋ͩ͒̀ ̸͈̮̮̻̝̉̑̽̂͊ͪ̀́ͅe̸̖̝̳͚͇̼͉̽̋ͫ̌̿̂ͅn̶̛̬͚͍̗̹͌̇ͬ̌̅̈̽͜d͓͚͙͎͓͙̹ͩ͛̌̾̉͛͋̅͠͝s̻͎ͥ̄ͥ͋̍̀.̻̩̙̭͙̼̯ͮ̈́͂̍̌̂̿͑̀ͅ”̸̟̟̻͔̦̳̍͛͐̀̈́̽̐̓͜͡

͎͕̝͕̪̚͜͠

̢̘͉ͪ̍ͦ̔ͨ̆ͥͅ“̴̷̩̰̞͉̪͗̐̆͛̈́̓ͯ́T͙͚̰͖͚̀̃͒̊ͅs̤̳̫̻ͬ̋͒ͣ̍͆ͭ̅͜ͅk͔̭̭̟̻̱̠͗̉̎͒͜ͅ ͚͙ͧ̔ͨ̌ͫ̏ͬ͗̑̀͟t̲̬̬͔̥̫̪͖̿̌͒̍͝s̩̥̪͈̱̬͉̤̘̋ͫͯͮͦ͞k̰̭̋͐ͭͥ̂̓͒ͪ̑͞”͙̤̼̣͔̔͗

̧͔͓͙͙̝̽ͥ͋͘̕

̛̹͔ͪ̀̐͐ͭ“͖͈͆̅͜W̫̄ͭ̌ͫͥͨ͗̇ͨ͝ě̛͔̻͔͚̳͋̇̈́̿ͧ̔́l̡̧̙̅̽͒̓̓̚ḷ̡̱̯̘͚͙̖͑̊̑ͮ̐̌͊.̶̮̔ͫ̋́”̸̱͉͚̳͍͓͕͉̂̎̈́̊ͭ̽͆͡ͅ

ͮ̌̽̽ͪ̍̐͏҉̮̪̥̩̣

̢͖̟̥̘̻̣̬͔̆̈́͊͛̔̏̍̏“̨̦̱͚̦̼̠̌̓͊̆ͤͫ̊͛̌Ị̮̉ͥ̐̃̀̀͟ ̟̙̲̙̦̬͓̮̆ͅs̵̯̺ͥ̆̃ͣ̎ͭ͜͞u̜̖̗ͣ̏͆ͧ͘͟p̺̖̲̺̹̬̫ͮͩͥ̓ͬ͗̏͡p̃̀͏̙̘͕͈͕͓̣̰͠o̧̪͙͚̿͌͢s͔̮̻ͯ̍̕e̴̋̂ͮͩ͌̄҉̪̰̮̬̗̖͇ ̶̸̗̩̣̭̗̏̊ͨͣͨ̉̃͒ͅI̜͖̟̫̤̯͒͛̊͒̈͊̇̄͠ ͤ̅̂̒ͨ҉̶̼̭c̨̦͚͈̭̚ä̢͔̥̟͙́͠n̽̽ͭ̇̎͐҉̘̬͎͚̝ ̩̻̫͙͚͚̃̽͂͌ͬ͊ͫ͘h̹̫̣̯̤̣͎̞͋̔ͥ͌͛̾e͎͈ͨ͢ḷ̇ͣ̏́͟͞p̬͔̥̮̙̹̱̽̌̒̔ͨ͘͞ ̍͐̐ͥ͏͎͍̖̮̰̭͙o̦̱̬̰͛̽̊̔̈̌̃u̶̝̫̥̞̜̅̽ͣ͆͑̍͂ͫ̚t̂͐͗̎̏̌҉̦̫̰͇̜̰ ͈̪̰͈̮̮͐̀̕͟a͓̫̞̮̯̭̜̔̕ ̰̖̗̯̼̦͆ͬͧ͗̀̆̊̈́̚͜͝͡b̨̘͎̜͕̲̘̿̓̀͠i̪̠̻̩̼͔͂̈ͧͫ̕͟t̷͇̩͇̐ͭ͘͢.͚̥͎̫̰̹̬̄ͯ̓̽͑ͮͧ͝”̺̪̝̪̲̘̯̰̿̿̔ͅ

̨̰̲̼̭͕̪̮̮͑͌̓̾̚͢

̛̟̿̔̄̾̉͌͟“͓̲̈́̾̕ͅẠ̴͎̪̥̬̮ͤ̌ͬ̃͡f̟̝͆͌̎̾ͭ͋t̡̛̜͉͓͚̞̞̼̲̅̿͋͟ę̺̯̠̖̳͖́̉ͪͬͥ̓̉ͥr̸͕̣͍̣͖̹͚͂ͧ̆̈ͩ̓̂͗ ̶̨͈̞̙̬͂ͪ̽͛́̌a̴̤̫̒̋̂̎̏̕l̩̲͙̟̟̱͖̪͈ͬ̏ͧ͡͞l̡̜̜͈̉͑̽̕͢ ̛͉̝͕̒̒̂͞Ì̼̖̺̯͌̍͜ͅ ͗͏̕͏͍̣̟͕͕̰̜̘͇d̝͚̫̦͔̼͖ͭ̓͂̂̅ͪ͊̔ͫ͢͠į̵͉̱̦̟͇̱̩͍͒͛͂̏̌̓̄ͥ̐d̡͕̳̅̎̃̾͒ ͪ̈ͮ͂̾҉͎̞̝̤͉̻͇͘ͅs̻̖̫̩̠̗̪̣͐̋ͥ̈͑́́͠e̶͈̻͎͐ͭͭ͗̾̾̋̔͞n̶̲̘̗̿̽ͦͅt̶̰͉͇̏̒̈́̐͡ ̛̮͇̻ͩͥ͒t͍̪̣̘̥͈̦̜ͨ̃ͅh̝͎̿a̤̠̲̺̺͍̩͔̾̂ͤ̂͂t̩ͧ̅͂ͨͨ̌ͬ͆̒ ̢̫̻̙͚͔͔̓͌͢t̃ͣ̒̃ͨ̀̋̃҉͖̠̱̲h͔͉̜ͦ̑̑̄i̗̫̣͛ͨ̃ͫ͑̀̾ͣ̔͜n͉̘͍̹ͩ̀̆͊̇ͥ̆̑g̷̝͙̗͑̀͠ ̶̧̮̟̗͎̤̺̰͋̂ͧ̔ị̷̥̟̯ͧ̏͜n̢͎̥̥̬̲̟̹̐̈͑̿̈́ͫ̀͟ͅt̻̖̓̒ͣ̋ͅo̙̹̼̝̯ͦ͌͌͗͘͜ ̡̞̘́͋̅̎́͟ͅt̓ͯ̄̈́͗͊ͤ҉͔̺̗̭̗h̰̻̯͈̘͎͉͈͑̐̅ͤ͌̚ě̴̷̙̥͖̬̣̺͈̊ͮͣ̾͢ ̵̭̺̣̭̫̼͂ͣͤ͟P̛͇͔̬̲͓͍̩͎͒̉̽͒ͦ͞ȓ̸̢͓̰̙͔̣̙͉̆̀i͔̽̍͌̀̓̾ͧ͡m͙̘ͦͥ͗̌ͧͦ͘i̷̘̖̻̰͈̣͓͇ͨt̪̜̱̰̳͍̜ͬͭ͜͝ị̢̥̻̤̜̻̙ͦ͑͌v̢͕͖͖͔̱̮ͪ́͗ͬ͋ͭ͞͡e͑͒̏͌̀͗̆͊̚͞҉̹̦̯̱͈̭̦ ̷͔̍͢͟W̸̧̥͉̻̒ͣͧ̊ͩͬ͌̔̌ǫ̡̢̲̲̖̖̰̬̿͌̓ͣͣͨr̷̛̮͚͎̩̝̣͖͇̳ͭ͛l̳̙̫͚̖̜̭̿̄̈̏ͭ͊̕ͅd̷̖̬̟͙̭͕̮̪̭ͦ̽̏.̌͛̄҉҉̡̬̪̞̹̫͚ͅ”̨͎̙̮̘͇̹̔͋̓͒́́

̥̫͎̭̜͉̲̟̣͊̈͌́̚͡͡

̳̖̏̽̓́͐“̡͚̥͓͔̀ͦ͛̄̽ͫ̿͑̀Y̦̣̜̲̥̘̱̟ͩ̔̊͋ͥ͋̚͢e̼͉ͩͤ͒͐̓͊̿͗̀͝ä̲̪̫̼̪̣̭̞̗̓ͦ͂ͩ̈͜͢͟ḥ̤͙̯ͯ͆̆ ̤̖̻̺̹͖̆͂ͧ̔t̒͌͗͏̰̠͓̖h̶̲̯͍̫̰̪̠͕͎͌͟iͭ͊́͏̸̗͎̖̫͇̫n̸̩̳̼̳͖̞̩͙̄͆ͤ́̈͛̈́k̷͓̺̰̈̇ͩ̒̄̄̕͞i̷̐͑͑ͯͫ҉̬̬͇̮̳͓̺n̵̷̛̬̻͗̎ͨͫgͨ̓̉̒ͯͩͮ͏̖̜͘͠ ̷͈͓̘̥͖̗͛̄̚̕b̢͍̭̰͔͖̘̲̲ͨ̈́̽̅͜a̴̷̧̠͖̤̱͐̂c̼̠̯̱̣̥̦̞ͯ̽̈́̌̕͝ḳ̪̪̓̄ͩͧ̈́̌̀͡ ͎̦̥̬̹ͥ̊̿ͩͮ̎̌͞͠i̧͎̰̦̪ͦ̽͌̉ͮt̷̨͕̖͉͖͔͈̾ͯ’͗̄҉̝̻̳̘̗͔s̡͔̬̥̲̠͚̦̳̅͛̎͝͞ ̳̦͈͕ͯ͗͒ͦ̄ͩ͊ͣ̒n̶̠ͩͦ̔̉̐͢͡o̲͍͓̹͍͗͛̄̍ͧ̽͝t̺͓̳̦̬͍̩͋̊̐̆̿̍̓̽̀͢ ̷̯̞̝̓̑͑͊͂̋̐a̛̱̬͕͚͇͓̲̻ͭ̃͒ͫ̚͢ͅș̢̨̛̦ͫ̑͗͑̈́ ̡̻̜̲͔̉̊̀̏͋̀f̧̨͓͉̫̪̪͇̙̝ͥ̇u̶̝̺̰̖̠̮̽ͮņ͓̹̖̦͖̗͎͎̹͋ͥn̛̲͍͕̥͕̯̹͈̽̽ͪ̍̾͋͑̃̽͠y̨̰̘̩͔͍̜̫̌͆̓̌͊̚͘ ̨͇̜̺ͩ̿̄̉̐͆̑͡a͓̰̠̼̞̜͗̈́̆͟s̘̮̱͇͐̍̄ͤ͞͝ ̂̅̏͏̭̯͓͈͓I̳̩͖͍̪̳ͣ̓̅̆́͠ ̪̗̦ͥͬ̉͞ͅt͙̞͖͔̥̐̄̈́̌̉ͭ̇̾̆hͫ͑ͯ̌ͧ̓ͯͥ͏̼͈̱͍̩͖̜ͅo̲̬̫͕̳̱̟̓͠u̶͍̥̥͈̠̩̗̤͐̍͑̇ͯͦ̏͜g̶̀̈́̎̆́ͧ҉̰̺̯̙̮͢h̸̵̥̘̱̀̍̈̒ͮ͋͒͑͠t̝̖͕̬̹̳͖̓͡ ̼͍̥̖̞̘͈͙̄̃̑̈͗ī̡͍̠̭͓͔̺͂̉͢t̵̷͉̦̩̩͒̎̏ͪ́’̸͓͖͓̙͇̓ͨͪ͛̓͐̀̂̏͝l̦ͪ͑ͥͫ̏ͦ̂l̎̐ͣ̉͆̚͏̳͚͉͖̦͇ ̴͔͖̪͇͒ͭ̚̚̕b̧̲̫̤̝̭̔̄́̏́ḙ͈̏͐͆̊ͦ̚̚͘͡.̡̦͍̗̣͍̞͙͚͋ͯ̍͂͞”͕̦̞̰̱̩͙̦ͭ̒͗̈͢

̃͢҉̷͙̬̝̫̗̗

̵̟̤̻̠͍̰͛̽͊͛̒ͭ͜“̡̠̝ͩͥͧ͊͗O̰̺͍̗̾̿́͢͝h͎̦̥̟͒̑ͭ͜ͅ ̛̣̗̲̮̺̝̥͉͑̿̆ͦͭ̒w̘̙͈̥̜͔͚̰̬ͪ͗̕ẹ̖́̓l̴̞̭͈̹̺̞̹̋̏ͥl̼̖͍̼̤̗̫ͦ̉ͤ͂͂͗ͅ.̸̨̩ͣ͋̋͒̆͊̎̈̚͡”̵̙͖͓̣̋̉ͧ̌͑͞

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̨͓̝̗͆̃ͮ̀“͚̪̳̫̻ͫͥ̃ͪ̓ͨ̚͡Ḑ̶̮͈̩͖͈̩̝̳͐̄͟ͅo̪͓̠̙̦͔̹͓͐ͬ̏̓ͬ̓͘ ̭͉̎mͫ̔̂̑͡҉̯̥̖̦̕ȇ̜̭̖̻̩̬͒̅ͦͅ ̴̨̹͔͙̰͓̑̍ͤ̈̈̑̓͊̏a̭̰̲̣̝̤̮̰ͫͥ͋̓ͫ̓ͤ̋ ͉̪̞̗̼̠͎͌̈́ͥ̓͐̓̈́̓̋͡͞f͈̥̄̂̓͋̀͢ȃ̳̜͇̰̜͚͖̠ͨͪ͛ͨͅv̡̺͔͚ͬͬͅỏ̴̖͓̹͎̯̉͛͐ͭ̍ͪͦ͊ũ̵̡̬̭͔͒̔̚ͅr͍͎̱̳͎͑ͨ̏̍͛̀̇̚͢͢ ̤̘͈̞͙͖̱̃̿̈͠ą̺̼̬̜͎ͦ̄̿̀͝n̷̩͈̭̜͓͎̮̫̄̋́d͂̾ͥͤ̐ͩ͊ͣ͏̘ ̴̟̾͋̍̚k̫̯ͥ̓͐̕i̙̥̝̱ͬ͊ͪ͌ͦ͘ͅl̷͓̭͎ͦ̓̌́ͦ͟ḷ̷̵̗͉̹͙̙̀ͣ ̩̑̈́̒ͪ͒̔ͧͤL͇̭̫̰͙̟̆ͮ̓̊͛̓͒̃͘u̶͙͕̮̍͋ͨ̄̇ͅo̵͎̙͂ͪ͂ͨ̄̐ͥh͙͍̤̝͚̤̓̓ͅư̢̛̺͎̰͙̥̪̖̒ͪ ͙̗ͣͦ́͑̕͘f͉͙͔̆͑̒̑͠o̩̻̓ͦ͡r̼̞̫̗̪̺͓̩ͯ̔͐ͥ͘ ̡͚̭̟͚͉͚̾̿͒́͗͆͌͗ͅm̛͍̻͖̳̗̬͉͎̏̇ͨͧ͐̄̎̊͢ȅ̡̢͓̯̥̹̭̻̝̈́ͤ͂̚ ͎͓͋̐͊̐̕͢͠D͎̳ͤͧ͐̀ä̼̬̜́̾̃͊̏͜ ̧̙̹̪͕̬̿̋̚͘͢H͌͐͒̅̇̔͊͆͏̠̤̖̰͍̣̕ͅa̙̼̞ͤͮͤ̃͟iͭ̒҉͔͈̱̮̮̗̲̀ͅ”̙͍ͫ̍̽̅̽́͢

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̯̮̌ͣ̓̇̐̀“̴̴̧̝̠̰̙͉̜̮͎̇̀̿ͯS̷͌͊͛͆ͪ̉ͬ̒ͭ҉̲ǫ͚̳̯͆͋ͥͫ͑̋ͩ ͖̫̭̬͈͇̤͎ͩ͌̔͝o̶̼̓̀̋ͯ̌͌̂͐ͫf̴̧̤̭͖̫ͨͪ̉̐͌͘f̷̡̺̘̼̝̓̀́ͥͮ ̸̻̟̗̲̫͉̘͖̓́͝y̸̩̙͕̘̘̼̌ͭ̿̋͋̒̐̚͡ͅͅò̧̮̝̜̻̤ͫ̉ͫͫu̢͕̖͖̙͇͎̽̽͌̂ ͇̦͔̟̝ͮ̿̾̏g̯̱̮̿̈ͩ̏ͨ́o͗̾̀͘҉͉̙̜̙ͅ ̓ͣͬ͌ͭ͑̇͏̸̙̤m̝̝̭̦̫̄̄ͭ͑̾ͨͦẏ̥͙̘̪̗̻̼͇͗̄̓̌̀͠ ̶̶̱̂̿͆̋̏́i̞̾ͬn̷̘͙̓͒̊̑̏̚̕f̸̵̧̜̱͕ͬ̿̈͌ͅe̸͕͖̥͚͂ͦͯ͐ͅr̴̼̪̭̼̠̹̜̈́ͪͪ͑ͫͩ͡ǐ̧̞̻̣̠͔̞͓͎ͬ̿̄̓ͣͬ̿ͥ͠ȍ̶̴̦̖͔͍̯̯̠͒͗̎ͮ͊͜r̼̩̉̿͗̍̄̊ ̵̸̭̥̗̣̱̽͐ͣͧ͘s͋ͫͭͬ͛̈҉̢̜̙͎̦̥͜pͦ̒ͮͦ҉̨͈͚͓̘̞̣͢a̘͊̓ͯͬͫ̔ͯ̎̋w̴̹̹̺̞̓ͤ̂ͪ͞n̜̙̹͚̫̔̈̅ͅ

…

In the East Continent, Haotian stood on Mt Yujing’s peak. He had already sent Yaochi back inside Zixiao Palace to prepare. Now he waited standing back straight with his hands behind his back. His childish appearance resembled an extremely diligent scholarly student who was too stiff for his own good.

From above him, purple clouds rolled across the sky. They moved neither fast nor slow but there was a haggard quality to them. Haotian was unsure what to feel at the moment. He could be happy like his origin, but he was also concerned for Hongjun’s situation.

“Haotian, good boy,” Hongjun said as he landed ruffling Haotian’s head. The lad did not turn him away and merely greeted his master back. His grave expression unfortunately, was also noticed by Hongjun.

“You’ve been watching from the Vast Sky Mirror,” Hongjun sighed shaking his head. “Well what did you think?”

“That this is far from over,” Haotian replied steadily. “I don’t think either you nor Luohu can go out and fight anytime soon. I cannot observe the West Continent but I calculate their losses to be higher then ours. Though the presence of Hundun offsets things by a lot.”

“I agree,” Hongjun said. “Hundun from start to finish wasn’t trying too hard. His cultivation was only slightly inferior to Luohu’s and my own.”

“That much?”

“It’s extremely hard to notice. I wouldn’t have if not for the Jade Fortune Disc,” the elderly daoist said holding out his hand releasing a small circular plate floating in his palm. Just as quickly as it appeared, it retreated into his sleeve.

“That was,” Haotian was momentarily lost for words. The disc was extremely beautiful yet something felt off about it. It was covered in coats of rust and elements of it was clearly missing judging by its aura.

“A treasure I attained. You don’t have to think to deeply about it, ah cough, cough!” Hongjun hunched over and Haotian reached up to support him.

The boyish immortal helped the elderly man into Zixiao place step by step. Along the way he asked, “What is to be done from now on?”

Hongjun didn’t answer him, at least not immediately. He had a serious expression on his face as if he was really giving it deep thought. At various points in time he looked at Haotian when he thought he wasn’t looking.

Yaochi greeted them at Zixiao Palace’s back entrance and ushered them in. When the young girl urgently went to retrieve healing pills, Hongjun addressed Haotian again.

“My dear boy, what’s most important now is to not get involved anymore.”

His words startled Haotian. So much so that the normally serious poker faced Haotian let out a soft gasp. Haotian sent questioning looks to Hongjun even while supporting him.

Yaochi returned shortly with pills and handed them to Hongjun. She was quickly sent off again to prepare some tea for Hongjun. Hence once again the girl scuttled off.

“Master, what are you planning?” Haotian asked bluntly but quickly added. “If I may ask of course.”

“Look at me boy,” Hongjun gestured to himself as they continued to walk through the hallways. “I am in no condition to fight right now. As such I will be sealing Zixiao Palace for the moment. We won’t get involved with the fighting until the war dies down a bit. Then I can finish off Luohu, hopefully the Heavenly Dao will recover enough by then.”

“What happened to the Heavenly Dao?” Haotian couldn’t help but find himself asking as they sat down in a room where Yaochi would soon arrive with some herbal tea. Hongjun popped a few pills into his mouth and released a few breaths trying to absorb the effects.

“It’s avatar was blown to smithereens as I’m sure you already know. It’s consciousness as a consequence was thrown off its feet so to speak and before it could fully get its bearings back massive incidents happened one after another. Suffice to say, this Primitive World’s will is too weak to be a participant right now.”

“I see.”

Hongjun narrowed his eyes scrutinizing Haotian. His piercing eyes emitted no light yet felt as if they were stars barreling into Haotian’s very being. Sometimes it made the younger immortal have certain doubts.

Haotian was already hundreds of thousands of years old despite his looks. He had been cultivating for a tremendously long amount of time. Yet in all that time, he hardly ever left Mt Yujing. It was only when he acted as Hongjun’s messenger to some clans in the East Continent were he spotted.

But all in all his notoriety was virtually a complete unknown. Haotian would say he was content with it. He was a filial person, he listened to Hongjun’s instructions as if they were gospel. He had never disobeyed Hongjun in his life and nor does he intend to. He never disagreed with him nor does he contradict him.

But sometimes. Sometimes he felt urges. They were not from his progenitor, that much he knew. He obeyed Da Hai just the same as he would Hongjun.

“You want to participate don’t you?” Hongjun asked sounding almost amused.

“Am I that transparent?”

“Hardly, your poker face is so good I sometimes question if you feel anything at all. It’s your questions, they make it obvious. Haha, at times like this I remember that you’re still just a child. Listen Haotian, you are too kind for your own good. But these are just a few ordinary lifeforms. It’s not worth the risk for you to waste your life on theirs.”

Haotian licked his lips uncharacteristically. He was silent while Hongjun continued to absorb the effects of his pills. Eventually Yaochi came back and made tea for the both of them. The three sat around a table with Haotian beside an awkward feeling Yaochi.

The childish looking girl was wondering what deep thoughts her senior brother must be thinking now.

“Master,” Haotian suddenly said. “Is it not in our best interest to endear ourselves to the countless lifeforms that will one day be under you? When you…” he took a look at Yaochi suddenly unsure wether he should continue.

Hongjun raised an eyebrow and nonchalantly said, “Keep going.”

“When you become the Dao Ancestor for real,” Haotian finished.

“Child,” Hongjun said chuckling and ruffled Haotian’s head. “They’re just going to transform into souls and reincarnate naturally. Their true souls can never be touched. There is no need to worry about them.”

“I feel that the natural reincarnation process is breaking down as we speak,” Haotian argued. “The flood, the shockwaves, the falling stars. The Primitive World is being overloaded.”

“They can wait. A proper reincarnation mechanism will be created eventually. Trust in me my dear boy, things will turn out for the best. You should keep safe and don’t interfere when open fighting begins,” Hongjun said in a sagely manner, as if he was the one and sole truth in the world.

Haotian nodded. He sat with Hongjun for a time until the elderly immortal eventually left him alone. Hongjun was ultimately too injured still and retreated for secluded cultivation. He left instructions for himself and Yaochi to take care of Zixiao Palace and to protect it until his return.

They were simple commands and the same one’s they received every time Hongjun left. This was uncommon but still happened as Hongjun lost all his avatars that could perform tasks for him.

As the days went by, Haotian noticed something. He looked out a window of the grand Zixiao Palace and openly frowned.

“It’s raining,” he commented.

…

Three weeks later, the West continent was in a state of extreme distress. Ever since the appearance of the new sky, hundreds of thousands had retreated to find a land assaulted by many disasters. It was so bad that a good sixty percent of the population had already perished.

It was only thanks to the efforts of acceptably strong cultivators that remained the so many lessor devils managed to survive. Yet still, this number was much better than other areas of the world due to how high the strong to weak ratio was.

But moral was generally down. They devils of the west considered prior events a crippling lost on their front. Many of their top brass were lost to the fighting and even many promising juniors who were poised to take their place.

Within devil hierarchy, only so many Primal Zenith, Primal Origin, and Great Principle Chaos Immortals and so on could exist at any given time. When one perishes, another could assume the former’s place with relative ease. However this did take time and depended on the talent of individuals.

Luohu’s establishment allowed for the existence of numerous such experts. But because so many died and their replacements too, it was difficult to restore expert numbers above a certain point.

Many who could reach such heights but were previously held back by the lack of a position have now ascended. Others meanwhile were furiously cultivating to not let this chance slip through their grasp.

Within the confines of Mt Sumeru or at least what was left of it, in the pouring rain Taowu furiously banged the doors to Luohu’s cave abode.

“Luohu you coward, get out here this instant!” He demanded.

Taowu at this moment in time looked incredibly frazzled. His eyes were bloodshot red, his robes were disorganized, and his power permeated the grounds unrestricted. This member of the Four Evils struck the door with all his strength get they did not budge.

“Come out you coward, answer me! We’re you seriously trying to kill all of us without accomplishing your ‘goal’ huh? I demand answers, this silence is not how our partnership works!”

Yet Taowu’s pestering netted him no answers. This infuriated the godfiend who despite his unsealed injuries roared and attacked with a wave of fire.

His current unhinged state was one shared by some among the devils. Luohu had seemingly given up and callously chosen to destroy all existence. As if all their efforts had been for nothing. As if Luohu threw away all their aid in an act of spite without accomplishing anything he’d promised.

What’s more the Four Evils payed for these events with another sacrifice of their own. Qiong Qi the winged tiger had also fallen in the fighting, this combined with the destruction of the Taotie Cauldron brought out a great amount of hatred from Taowu.

“Enough.”

Taowu swerved around and caught sight of an approaching Hundun. His face instantly soured and his lips grimaced into a grown. “You have some nerve to show up in front of me ‘brother’.” He spat the last word letting it linger in the air.

“Luohu is nursing his injuries at the moment. He won’t be seeing anyone for the foreseeable future,” he faceless godfiend said calmly as if Taowu had not just disrespected him.

In the confusion leading up to the new sky and the implanting of four pillars arose the world, Luohu had slipped away. At his level, no one could catch him even of they’d noticed him. The chaos and the subsequent dries of anguish from the two Sovereigns had been enough to cover for the devil’s retreat.

After doing so, Luohu left no instructions and retreated. Mara has gone into hiding leaving Taowu and Hundun as the most senior leaders present. Even many sect’s upper echelons were cut down leading to a few short struggles of power in the opened vacuum.

But most knew this was only the beginning and they needed to stop fighting. So new sect leaders were quickly chosen and defenses were being shored up. With no word from Luohu, the entirety of the West Continent was on edge, frantic, and anxious to the extreme.

“After al that and he hides,” Taowu said softly. Then he kicked Luohu’s door with thunderous force. The sound of the impact traveled for millions of kilometers disturbing the clouds.

“Are you going to keep throwing a tantrum or will you help me in finishing Mirage Peak’s sect defenses,” Hundun asked calmly. “Come Taowu, make yourself useful.”

“Screw that,” the godfiend spat. “I trusted you, trusted you for millions of years. Qiong Qi and Taotie and me! But you just keep leading us into these terrible positions. Do you want us Four Evils to go extinct? Don’t you want to avenge our brothers at all?”

Taowu’s intentions were rather simple. He wanted to continue the fight immediately. The dragons, phoenixes, and others had just retreated from the Central Continent. Zulong took his people and commanded them back home likely to marshal more troops.

Word has it that Chenghuang and Leize were spotted in the West and South Seas respectively. Jiang Koilong was speculated to have gone north based on the former’s sightings. Zufeng and Chongming were doing the same int he South Continent. The East Continent hadn’t sent any news but there was undoubtedly a lot of movement there.

They had suffered plenty of losses and even the Four Symbols who were among the strongest had all perished. This was great news to the devils who had seen how they’d managed to fight off their Four Evils and even rival the Immortal Extermination Formation with Luohu inside.

But the devils had also suffered many losses equal to their enemies. Many of their most famed Great Devil Emperors were killed in action and others were still missing having not reported in. Family and friends of those who died all had murderous intentions towards the outside world while others were anxious for the counter attack.

Taowu fell into the category of wishing for vengeful action to be taken. Unfortunetly for him, Hundun didn’t seem that enthusiastic. Luohu and Mara, their strongest were also unavailable. Without them, Hundun was the only one who cold fight off the Dragon Sovereign and Phoenix Sovereign.

Hundun starred right into Taowu in such a way that it was unnerving to him. Taowu leaned back and took in a few breaths of air before turning away from Hundun. He was reminded of the gap that existed between them hence backed down slightly. But he was still unwilling to give up on his position.

The Four Evils as an entity had existed long before the Primitive World’s conception. Long before Pangu awakened from his secluded cultivation, the four of them travelled as a pack. They battled and improved and eventually worked under the mighty Chaos Demon Ape alongside Shenni.

They greatly admired the godfiend who specialized in war and he in turn taught them many things. Yet ultimately, even the Demon Ape was powerless before Pangu’s axe. So when Hundun rallied them to Shenni’s banner, they accepted whole heartedly.

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When Shenni failed, Luohu was the next best candidate. So despite Hundun’s dodgy methods and withholding of information, they trusted him enough. But now, they’ve lost two members and the faceless godfiend didn’t seem to even care. It greatly angered Taowu.

“Fine then, you if you won’t do something I will.”

“You’ll only weaken our position,” Hundun warned.

“Well at least I’d be able to accomplish something,” Taowu spat before storming off. He rode the clouds and manifested his true form above the sky of the West Continent. ‘This all started with Luohu’s ambition to refine the world, but it truly started because those scaled snakes ambushed our meeting. And brother Taotie was originally slain by that woman who is also part of their group.’

For all his bravado he knew storming the East Sea Dragon Palace alone was suicide even for a Primal Zenith Chaos Immortal as strong as him. So he issued a decree.

“The dragons of the East Sea humiliated our West Continent, destroyed Mt Sumeru and now is undoubtably going to invade us. Luohu is unwilling to retaliate after a single lost. He failed to bring you victory as promised. Instead, he and Mara hides."

“Mark my words, they will be coming for the rest of you. War has already been declared. You saw how quickly the outsiders can organize, how strong that organization was. Many of our friends and fellows were slain brutally. So many of our defenders and comrades. My own brother died but a short time ago."

“We need to disrupt that before its too late. Follow me and crush their base of commands before they can organize themselves again. Follow me an avenge your fallen kill!”

Hundun watched Taowu’s speech wordlessly. He gave nothing away and only gave a brief glimpse into Luohu’s cave adobe. He surmised that the Ancestral Devil was not doing well in there.

Luohu’s hotheaded decision had endeared himself to no one. Great Devil Emperors from all over we’re calling his ability into question now no matter how strong a front he pulled up. If he wasn’t careful, he may even be dethroned and his position taken by another.

The loss of the God Killing Spear definitely hurt. It was the stem of the original 36th ranked Chaos Green Lotus, an immensely powerful artifact that was on par with the Pangu Axe. Its loss definitely hurt Luohu more than most.

Luohu’s current position however was still very stable. While in theory many would question his ability, in practice no one actually dared. Because Luohu was already so powerful that anyone who tried is getting killed and replaced.

Luohu may’ve suffered a lot, but he still had the Immortal Extermination Four Swords. He still had a chaos ranked spiritual treasure in the Destruction Mill and his prized 12 PetalsBlack Lotus. He was still a Limitless Supreme Immortal.

Feeling Luohu through the spiderweb of connections through the Devilish Dao, Hundun knew Luohu had a very high attainment. The man was a possible candidate for ascension into the Dao realm, this he was very sure of.

At the same time, Hundun knew Taowu’s words resonated with many and they in turn would likely follow him. After all, Taowu was a constant mentor figure in the lives countless devils for many Yuanhui. Hundun didn’t stop to ponder how much more damaged the vitality of the west will be hurt by this makeshift counter offensive. Ultimately it played to his interests as well.

Hundun gazed down at his body ignoring the departing Taowu, let him do what he wants for the Four Evils are finished anyway. He had other plans to attend to. But as he walked away, he looked at the sky again.

“Three weeks,” he murmured. “It’s just normal water. Yet it still hasn’t stopped raining.”

…

The waters around Kailong Chen was calm. The waves were smooth and not even the pouring rain stirred much movement. The people in the cities however did not go about their daily lives. Instead they were anxious.

An army was being prepared. One composed of anyone who was willing to fight. One composed of anyone who was willing to exterminate the devils to the very last man.

The cities beneath the seas were well defended and did not suffer much. The rural places of the seabed were also far enough removed that they did not suffer damages at all. Thankfully they did not live on land else they would’ve faced the full wrath of the collapsed sky box.

But in truth, people were mourning. So many had died at the hands of the devils. Ancestors from every major clan had perished. Rising talents and many dragons who were famed and accomplished had met their end. Even the dragon’s own protector saint had died.

The battle they took part in had begun being known as the battle for Mt Buzhou that shattered the heavens or simply the Heaven Shattering Battler.

In the finale of the battle, Zulong left emptily. His sons welcomed home a father who appeared broken. He locked himself inside his own room unwilling to see anyone leaving only a command.

“Make me a new army,” he said.

Hence Gui Daiyu obliged. Yinglong was too injured to participate and her sons were kept under house arrest by herself. The empress didn’t even have time to mourn her father and got to work amassing soldiers, weapons, and formation flags.

The scale of events was mind boggling. East, West, North, and South Seas all had to contribute. Everyone who was a member of the empire had to contribute. The devils had already proven themselves willing to end all existence, hence everyone had to fight.

Gui Daiyu also invited all the innate gods who distinguished themselves in the Heavens Shattering Battle. The Three Pure Ones, Leizu, Minghe, Zhen Yuanzi, etc had chosen to come.

Though some like Di Jun, Taiyi, and Kun Peng accepted Zu Feng’s invite instead. Something about birds gravitating to each other. Xihe was a bit reluctant to see Di Jun go but still followed Chang Xi to the East Sea Dragon Palace.

The innate gods were recognized as far more powerful then most realized and were treated to their own chambers. This came with the expectation they would join the dragons in battle however. But for the time being, they collectively chose to join in paying their respect for the deceased.

Even now, three weeks later the atmosphere of mourning permeated the palace. Every servant, every minister mourned somberly for Qinglong. Xuanwu and Baihu also received similar treatment while Zhuque received more on the continent.

As a collective, the four earned themselves a ton of admiration. Few would be so willing to give up their everything to become eternally a part of the world. It was a sincere altruistic act of selflessness that transformed the Four Symbols Divine Beasts into the sky which stabilizes the Great Wilderness.

An act which cemented them in the memory of all living beings. As in corresponding to this, their images were visible in the night sky connected by twenty four constellations.

This was why Zulong always stood at his room’s balcony. He had been there for weeks on end staring blankly into the sky. No one dared to disrupt him trusting him to show himself once the war began in earnest.

Apart from him, when she was on break Gui Daiyu sat beneath a tree planted in the palace courtyard. She sat starring into an artwork of her late father the Primordial Turtle King.

“Hmph, what a Karen. Man’s been dead for three weeks. Get over it,” Liu Er muttered below his breath watching the mourning empress from a distance. He chewed on a basket of peaches served to him by the servants and lay sideways on a bench.

He didn’t intent for it to be heard by anyone and made sure to keep his voice down. However, someone did. A man dressed in red robes decorated in clouds swam over with a look of disgust.

“Fellow daoist, with all due respect her majesty’s only remaining parent had just died. Please show some respect,” Hongyun said politely.

This red robed man was Ancestor Hongyun of the third generation of innate gods. He was born within Fire Cloud Cave as a Golden Immortal and traveled across the East Continent eventually attaining great power. He was among the few who survived the intense struggle against Luohu and came out of it fully in tact.

He was also quite famous in the stories Liu Er was familiar with.

That was to say.

If Liu Er had low value opinions about every member of his generation, he had outright negative values about Hongyun. Because he considered Hongyun to be the biggest mentally deficient retard to have ever lived in the Primitive World past present and future.

Upon seeing and recognizing Hongyun, Liu Er’s face scrunched up in disdain. He quickly turned away and hid it. ‘The classical nice guy,’ he thought in disgust. ‘It’s a miracle this retard even lived this long. He doesn’t even have the excuse of being a woman like Tongtian to explain his actions.’

Hongyun was famous for one action and one action only. He was a naive idiot who was too nice to people and ended up offending a bunch of people which ended with him dead.

When Hongjun became the first Saint of Heaven, he preached three times to three thousand guests in his Zixiao Palace. There he laid out six mats for those who would become his disciples. They were also at the very front of the chamber and had the most benefits.

The original people who obtained these were Yuanshi, Tongtian, Laozi or Taishang in this version of events, Nuwa, Hongyun, and Kun Peng. But when Zhunti arrived, he debased himself and cried like a baby. This humiliating act stirred the heartstring of Hongyun who graciously moved out of the way for Zhunti.

Zhunti then harassed Kun Peng into leaving his seat for his brother Jieyin. Afterwards the two bald donkeys from the west became in name disciples of Hongjun and was granted Grandmist Violet Qi necessary to become a Saint of Heaven.

Curiously enough Hongyun also received the seventh and final one by pure chance. Kun Peng blamed Hongyun for forcing him to leave which resulted in him and others hunting the Red Cloud Ancestor down relentlessly. Ultimately the immortal perished in a suicidal explosion and the Grandmist Violet Qi was taken back by Hongjun.

As for the original Liu Er? He was caught trying to listen in on the lecture without permission and blacklisted by everyone. He was forced to cultivate his own path without guidance and took until the Journey to the West tribulation where Buddhism moved eastward to achieve Saint to Be realm.

At least that was how the original story should go.

Liu Er as such paid Hongyun’s words no heed. After all, he was a dead man walking and hence not worth listening to. The only thing worth a mention was his Nine-Nine Soulscatter Gourd. Liu Er doubt he had it now but it was something he was looking forward to obtain.

“I speak only facts fellow daoist,” Liu Er said with false politeness. “We are all stressed to march for war. We can’t afford our leaders being distracted by such disturbances.”

Hongyun couldn’t stop himself from agreeing with this rhetoric. But even so he still disliked Liu Er’s words and mannerisms. The only thing as bad as this had been Yuanshi’s insufferable, ‘I’m better then you’ attitude.

“Hey Hongyun,” a straw hat wearing youngster ran up. It was his longtime friend Zhen Yuanzi.

“Elder Leize contacted me. He has procured some high grade xiantian spiritual treasures for our reward. You should come look.”

“Ah finally, I was wondering when.”

Liu Er listened in and frowned before standing up. Gui Daiyu had said they would be rewarded handsomely but he never expected them to be so stingy with the rewards. He fought Luohu for crying out loud and they couldn’t even give him a top grade xiantian spiritual treasure?

He idly wondered about pulling a Sun Wukong and just take the Heavenly Sea Suppression Needle for his own use but quickly squashed that thought. In his opinion, the needle was just a useless low grade piece of copper incomparable to an actual xiantian spiritual treasure. It was probably a tool of much lower ranking.

Legends did say it was just a ruler Yu the Great used to measure water levels with. So pretty much worthless garbage with too grand a name.

Thinking about the reward distribution still made his blood boil. The world even without the Heavenly Dao naturally gifted Nuwa a great amount of merit for her act of plugging a piece of rock. Her understanding on the Dao strengthened and she fell into a cultivation coma.

She was being kept safe by the grateful dragons and Fuxi and was already promised a top grade xiantian spiritual treasure to compensate her. Leize’s open biases towards scaled creatures were full on display in Liu Er’s opinion. They all performed their part, they should get equal treatment.

It wasn’t just him though, Yuanshi felt the same way. As the one who knocked the Heavenly Dao’s core out of Luohu’s hands he felt he was entitled to greater rewards then a set of high grade xiantian spiritual treasure. But Gui Daiyu made some reasonings that top grade xiantian spiritual treasures were extremely rare and even they had very few.

Liu Er didn’t believe that for one second. The dragons were famous for their wealth, they can definitely afford it.

FOOM!

“Hm?”

Liu Er looked around him having felt a sudden tremor.

“Feel that?” He blurted out.

“Of course,” Zhen Yuanzi answered floating up. he starred up towards the ocean surface with a look of anger.

Gui Daiyu had put away her painting and sneered towards the surface. Her hands tightened into a solid fist and veins bulged out. “The audacity of you!” She roared.

As soon as she did so the water submerging the city evaporated. On second it was there, the next it wasn’t. All those prescient who were used to the city’s luminescent lighting was suddenly dragged out and exposed to the open sunlight.

Rain water instantly dropped to the ocean floor and walls of water parted exposing the area in its entirety.

Zulong glanced over for the first time in days noticing the rain. “It’s raining,” he said.

The titanic figure of Taowu covered the city in his shadow. His humanoid face and long swishing red tongue hung in the air. His feline body arched with both front paws up.

“The gall!”

“Fucking devils!”

“Bloodthirsty scum all of them!”

Taowu floated in the air encompassed by over a hundred thousand devils of lower power levels. Three Great Emperors had come followed by a hundred Chaos Immortals. Below them were thousands of Taiyi Golden Immortals and regular Golden Immortals. The vast majority was composed of immortals who had not attained eternity yet.

“Such a meager force and yet you dare!” Gui Daiyu snarled. She meant what she said, what Taowu brought was pitiful. Luohu had brought hundreds of thousands of Great Principle Chaos Immortal level fighters to battle, this was nothing compared to that.

“Enough! You’ll all pay for murdering my brother. Especially you woman!” Taowu pointed past Gui Daiyu at someone taking their rest in the palace.

This prompted Yi Fei’e to open her window and jump out into the air with a sneer. She was very much still injured and unsteady on her feet. Cinnabar Phoenix was quick at her side encouraging her to move back. But she stubbornly held on

“You want me? Come get me!” She manifested her sword and pointed it up at Taowu. “Your brother deserved what he got,” she taunted.

“GRR!” Taowu unable to hold back his rage unleashed a blast of glittering fire.

“Qinglong, I big brother was useless,” Zulong said softly walking up towards the blast. “I dedicate these sacrifices to you.”

“Sacrifice dragon? You should know your place,” Taowu spat mid attack. “Now die for me!”

“ROAR!” Zulong shifted into his true form and in one breath, obliterated Taowu’s attack with his own air blast. His golden form moved haggardly through the air yet his gaze carried with it the promise of death.

“Stay back,” he said almost lazily towards the people below him.

Zulong moved like a drunken man unsteady on his feet. It was uncaring and inelegant unbefitting of an imperial monarch such as himself. He didn’t even bother dodging attacks thrown his way just letting weak devils bounce off himself. Only Taowu was in his sights.

“Four Evils are the opposite of my brother’s Four Symbols right? So as big brother I’ll destroy you and Qinglong can rest easy right?” He said sounding almost desperate.

“Hmph,” Taowu snorted moving in for an attack.

But then Zulong’s eyes widened. He starred past Taowu and stopped his movements. He dipped his neck and sighed in shame unable to continue looking up.

“Barring your neck?” Taowu was confused but he did not let the advantage go unused.

“I’m sorry for being so useless,” Zulong said.

“As you should be!” Taowu said.

“No, as you should be,” Da Hai said to Taowu.

“What?”

In alarm, Taowu twisted his body around only to see a face he hadn’t seen in years. His face starred right into the tiny form of Da Hai looking right back at him emotionlessly. The Heavenly Cloud Gathering Sword was already raised above his head in his right arm. Said sword was emitting tons of gas which coated its metallic surface.

SCHINK!

“Huh?” ‘When did he?’

Taowu split cleanly into two pieces. Straight down the middle of his face down to the rest of his body, two halves fell from the sky.

“Da Hai?” Taowu’s dying voice called out in complete shock. “What are?”

Da Hai stepped forward and raised his palm. He expressionlessly manifested two snake heads from his hair sending them down. In one move he crushed Taowu’s remains in his jaws and unleashed fire to reduce the former godfiend to nothingness.

Da Hai sighed tiredly. His shoulders sagged after killing Taowu. His eyes trailed towards the shocked devils who were too stunned to make a movement. Suddenly they panicked feeling something wrong. Then they all disintegrated leaving only the Devil Emperors behind.

“Who is this guy?” The three Great Principle Chaos Immortals questioned with terror.

Da Hai walked forward reaching their location without them reacting. He swung his sword a few times before they could even register what was going on. His blade was coated in a thick layer of Chaotic Sword Qi, it easily sliced through their bodies killing them.

In the rain, Da Hai just looked depressed.

“Master,” Zulong greeted approaching him in downcast. “I failed.”

“Master!” Yi Fei’e hurried into the air despite her condition. She looked utterly apologetic and could bare get any words out. Her sisters followed closely behind all in various states of distress.

“Master,” Yinglong emerged from the palace looking equally haggard. His condition was the worse of anyone here.

Da Hai gave them all a look of relief.

“Qinglong?” he asked with small measures hope in his voice. The silence he received was haunting to his ears.