My Hair Can Create a Demon Country-Chapter 449 - 435: Conversation

"But these Supreme Emperors deserve to be taken out."

Primordial Longevity Celestial Venerable sneered, "This should be our next course of action. Although the Supreme Emperors can exist eternally, those who are too decayed, too insidious and evil, should be prioritized to be removed from this sequence, replaced by our people to ascend... because these individuals are inherently unstable factors, living too long becomes a bomb, and they are highly likely to be turned by the enemy!"

Qin Hong, Tang Meng, Ziying, Isaac, Yudula...

These are candidates who can replace the Celestial Venerables.

In their eyes, assassinating these Celestial Venerables is already quite routine; kill a batch first and then proceed.

Of course, they do not intend to target those who are not too decayed and have already agreed, as they are all former acquaintances, both their "white moonlight." What they want to tackle is merely a few troublemakers.

Allies who once destroyed the Vortex Country with them, although they were eventually taken down by the two, they both knew each other’s malice and treachery.

"Kill off a batch of the most decayed Celestial Venerables first?"

Nether Celestial Venerable was startled, yet did not refute, looking at Primordial Longevity and Indestructible Venerable,

"Well, you two used to be among the most decayed Celestial Venerables, naturally knowing who is as decayed as you, equally fond of stirring trouble! Kill them secretly first, let someone impersonate their Celestial Venerable identity, and take their place... it’s feasible, after all, that ancient hidden hand will surely also secretly win over those who are more easily swayed."

Expanding power remains most crucial.

"It’s that person, quietly unknown, yet again stirring up who knows what dealings," Bailong took a deep breath,

"Indeed, could it be, they have some decisive means to obliterate us all at once?"

"This time, could it be that we don’t respond in time, losing again?"

"No, Venerable of Creation will surely supervise secretly, if the opponent has tactics, the Creation will know!"

Speaking of the Venerable of Creation, they couldn’t help but have immense trust.

After all, those amazing tactics from before truly left them astounded.

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At this moment, Fu Qingjun naturally did not know the schemes of that hidden hand.

After all, he was no longer in an omniscient state.

Somewhere on a planet,

A tall man opened his eyes, looking at the surrounding barren mountains, "I have reincarnated again. Alas, I was just one step away from the Celestial Venerable rules, unfortunately, I did not obtain them, only acquiring the Saint’s rules."

Missing the Celestial Venerable rules, losing the Celestial Venerable seat, forced to accept the Saint seat, was Ji Xuan’s utmost grievance.

Yet fate toys with people like this.

He possessed the qualifications for a Celestial Venerable, assuming he wasn’t inferior to those Celestial Venerables, possibly even surpassing many.

"A pity that destiny toys with people."

Ji Xuan sighed and shook his head, "Why bother thinking so much? I can only practice secretly to stabilize my Saint seat, after all, Saints can reincarnate with memories, that’s quite good. I shouldn’t ask for much more."

"I am already at the fifth level, my progress isn’t slow."

He opened his data panel, contemplating earning resources to cash in.

And what is called "cash in," in his eyes, is merely the trading of Celestial Dao in the grand cosmos, highly convenient, contributing resources to become a believer, the Celestial Venerable bestowing blessings and laws.

Anywhere in the universe, Celestial Dao trading can be carried out.

Fu Qingjun hidden in the shadows squinted his eyes, "Destiny toys with people? Seems, quite fitting, after all, it was indeed I who caused you to lose your Celestial Venerable seat."

Fu Qingjun hadn’t been idle these years.

He had been observing this Ji Xuan, thoroughly confirming that this was the genuine Sovereign of the Vortex Country, merely impersonated by Bailong whom he arranged.

"The previous universe and this one, are not a cyclic reincarnation." Only Fu Qingjun knew this, "Where is the reincarnation? Amiro, Hemos, Jiaxia’s legend? Just their own delusions, it’s fundamentally a straight line!"

In front, he is the true Vortex Celestial Venerable of the Vortex Country, and I snatched his rules, naturally, he has to cool down!

From this point, indeed, destiny toys with people.

"I seem a bit ungrateful."

Fu Qingjun rested his chin in thought,

"It was clearly he who gave me the rules to rise, allowing Jiaxia and me to pass on, together resisting the decayed Celestial Venerables of later generations! Yet I let someone, in this past, impersonate his position, just to cover up the so-called Eye of Hemos."

But Bailong’s position is impossible to give.

After all, the identity of Sovereign of the Vortex Country holds too much strategic significance.

It can also cover my tracks, supplement my origins, evidence my identity from prehistoric times, preventing discovery as the most youthful generation of prehistoric times.

"Very well then, taking care secretly, perhaps in the future, I can help him vie for a seat among the three Great Celestial Venerables, to fulfill a due of karma."

Fu Qingjun pondered deeply, observing the young man.

It was precisely because of the legacy of his time ship that I rose to such heights, resolving karma, merely asking to clear my conscience.

Fu Qingjun had grown increasingly placid and laid-back these years.

After all, he had become the universe’s second-largest magnate, with only one person capable of challenging him.

His magnate, continually advancing ambitiously, striving to grow stronger, they’re trying to confront decay under the guise of justice, he can completely secretly devour those Celestial Venerables, eliminating them one by one and converting them secretly!

In reality, he’s just another decay under the guise of an uprising army fighting against the enemy.

"Is the world truly a cage?" Fu Qingjun mused sentimentally.

"Yes, it is a cage."

Beside him, a shadow covered, emerging under the greenery, the voice serene, "I knew it, although you let Bailong impersonate his position, you would find the real Sovereign of Vortex Country, Li Xuan, to resolve a due of karma."

Fu Qingjun turned around,

"We meet again." Fu Qingjun looked at the figure.

"Venerable of Creation, who exactly are you, where do you come from? Did you receive a legacy from someone, or are you an old friend from prehistoric times?? I’ve never been able to find your origin." He said.

Origin??

Fu Qingjun gazed at Li Xuan in the distance,

My origin is this true Sovereign of Vortex Country,

It’s just that you can’t guess, for everyone knows, the real heir to the Vortex Country estate is Summer Celestial Venerable, and I have never appeared.

My founding rules lack a known origin, he can only assume I am like him from prehistoric times, secretly stealing during the creation of heavens and earth.

"But, that no longer matters."

The mist gradually dissipated, revealing a young man with gentle features like jade, "You are qualified to know my name, I am called Wen Ce, counting this era, I’ve lived for four Cosmic Eras."

"I don’t even remember how many people I’ve met."

He looked towards the cosmic firmament,

"The universe is generational, I am like a bacterium on a four-generation family, passed from father to son, son to grandson... Whenever the previous generation is about to die of old age, I unscrupulously hide in the embryo’s baby, reborn together, lingering through four generations, yet still unable to escape this family, the body of this ’universal’ person."

Fu Qingjun grew solemn.

His voice was filled with ancient loneliness and age, desolation, no joy nor sadness, indicative of a loneliness enduring for too long, never a friend to truly converse with.

Perhaps I am his first genuine conversational companion in hundreds of billions of years.

Fu Qingjun, in a trance, felt such a sense.

No one can resist the universe...

This aged man, battered by the cosmic nature, the mysterious heaven and earth, was utterly worn.

"Let’s sit down and talk," Wen Ce smiled.

He and Fu Qingjun flashed into the nearest town on this planet, sitting at a tea house amidst the bustling market.