madnovel Chapter 2854 Standing on the Cliff of Fate
Chapter 2854 Standing on the Cliff of Fate
Chapter 2854 Standing on the Cliff of Fate
“You are truly responsible to the Cangyan people on the Earth Mother Plain, to the hundreds of millions of citizens of the Cangyan Kingdom, to these living, breathing people! They depend on you and rely on you. You have an inescapable responsibility to them. If you die here today, you will truly be letting them down.”
He Lingchuan asked it, "Even if I turn back to reality and abandon Panlong City, I have an agreement with karma that it will not let me go after dawn."
"Hmm, what's so difficult about that?" The red snake chuckled. "You can imitate those true immortals and heavenly demons, create an avatar, let it bear all the sins and karma, and then sever ties with your original self. After dawn, the karma will only take away your avatar. Even if your original self still has some sins remaining, it won't kill you. What's there to be afraid of?"
"You're so considerate." He Lingchuan smiled as well. "You've even thought of a way out for me."
He then asked the red snake, "Even if I retreat today and flee thousands of miles away with the Great Pot, it will only be a temporary escape. The Holy Venerable Lingxu will eventually descend to the mortal realm with the gods, and at that time, he will surely come to settle accounts with me."
There were no personal grudges between him and the Holy Venerable Lingxu, only public accounts. But these accounts were so numerous that they could encompass the entire world.
"We'll talk about that when the time comes. Is it really true that there's only one path between you and the Holy Venerable Lingxu—a fight to the death?" It was rare for the Red Serpent to offer his analysis. "Even if the Holy Venerable Lingxu came to the mortal realm, he couldn't possibly kill all the human leaders. Your Cangyan Empire is vast, with countless lives. Can he really kill you so easily? I think you know the answer yourself."
He Lingchuan couldn't help but laugh: "You really are worthy of being a god of the Heavenly Demon, wholeheartedly wanting to be a persuader for the Heavenly Demon."
“We don’t care about your identity,” the two snakes said in unison. “We only follow the rules.”
He Lingchuan nodded, pointed at the black snake, and said, "So, you represent stubbornness, and that means death."
Then he pointed at the red snake: "So, you represent retreating in the face of battle, which is life."
Entering the world of Panlong means death; returning to reality means life.
Taking one step forward means death, taking one step back means life.
He stands on the precipice of fate, which path should he choose?
Forward or backward?
Is this the ultimate test given to him by the god of destiny?
The two large snakes froze, awaiting his choice. He Lingchuan didn't hesitate, pointing at the black snake and saying, "I choose you."
"You'd rather die than not go in?" the aggregate of countless voices demanded, as if it were a soul-searching interrogation. "Why?"
“If I abandon Panlong City, I may survive for a while, but the price will be that the Great Fanghu will never appear again, and the Yuan Power will never change. From then on, what will the world use to fight against the Spirit Void Saint Venerable?” Every choice has a price! He Lingchuan looked at the two giant snakes, “You reminded me to choose carefully and not to make the wrong choice. I think this is my only and correct choice.”
"Humans are foolish; they don't realize they're wrong until the very last moment," the voice chanted. "By then, it's too late. There's no going back in this world."
"So what if I'm stupid?" He Lingchuan said indifferently. "Back then, the Yuan King left the fire seed to Zhong Shengguang, and Zhong Shengguang passed the fire seed to me. Even if I die today, I will try to pass this fire seed on to the world again."
"If you return alive and prevent the Great Square Pot from falling into the hands of the Heavenly Demon, wouldn't that preserve the flame?" the Serpent of Fate asked him. "Whether it's the Abyss King or Zhong Shengguang, what they risked everything to protect was the Great Square Pot in your hands. You already have it, so why go to your death?"
He Lingchuan corrected him, saying, "What they are trying to protect with all their might is not just the Big Square Pot."
"Not only?" The Serpent of Fate was puzzled. "Isn't the so-called spark just the Great Pot?"
“No, not entirely.” He Lingchuan shook his head. “There is still hope, hope for victory; there is still a way, a way to defeat the Heavenly Demon. If the Great Pot cannot complete these two tasks, and cannot bring hope and a way to defeat the Heavenly Demon to the human world, then it is no longer a spark. What is the point of me keeping it?
If that happens, the flame passed down through generations will be extinguished in his hands.
From this day forward, the human world may be plunged into endless darkness.
His crime was heinous.
He Lingchuan slowly said, "When I deciphered Jialoutian's Order of Godhood, didn't I say that the process of creating something from nothing is the most difficult? If I let this spark extinguish, the Black Dragon God's efforts over thousands of years will have been in vain, and I will be the sinner of the mortal realm! If it doesn't reappear until the power to fight the Heavenly Demons sprouts, who knows when it will be again. There's no pattern to it; besides boundless power, one also needs heaven-defying luck—"
"Even you don't know when the next great fortune for humanity will come, right?" He sighed softly. "Perhaps, there will never be another one?"
Some opportunities, once missed, will never come again.
Some civilizations, once severed, can never be reconnected.
"Even if I cannot accomplish the great feat of expelling the demons, at least I can preserve this flame of civilization, and there is still hope for humanity."
At this point, even the Serpent of Fate had nothing more to say. He Lingchuan gently shook his head, then muttered to himself:
"If I don't help Panlong City, how can Panlong City help me?"
After saying that, he raised his voice and said, "Get out of the way, don't block the way. I'm in a hurry."
The serpent of fate did not move aside. Its black head opened its maw wide, its sharp fangs like stalactites, and behind it lay a black hole—the black hole of fate.
It is bottomless and pitch black.
"Then, you may set off." Kind words are useless against a damned devil.
He Lingchuan smiled with relief, strode into the black snake's mouth, and plunged into the black hole.
He made his choice and went on without hesitation.
……
A dark red glow filled his vision. He Lingchuan knew he had probably passed through the Chaos Sea, but the process was very brief.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself on a cliff. The bushes around him were taller than a person, and the grass still smelled of the Emperor's Dew.
He Lingchuan was facing east, where the mountains were missing a corner, so he saw a particularly bright star near the horizon, shining with a lonely yet resolute light in the dark eastern night sky.
That's the morning star.
Its presence there proves—
"It's almost dawn," He Lingchuan murmured to himself.
He looked down and saw that he was injured, but the location of the injury was different from the actual situation.
After returning to the Panlong World, his soul wounds became physical.
The only saving grace is that, although the soul injury is also severe, it is still a little better than the physical exhaustion in reality.
(End of this chapter)