Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree-Chapter 999 - 361: All the Heroes Under Heaven Are but Pitiful Wretches

Dao Yi frowned, not expecting the Yanhuang Federation's moves to be so unexpected.

In front of him, the man named Feng Zhouzi, known by the Daoist name Fan Zhou, was someone Dao Yi had heard of before.

This person, whether in terms of insight or the Daoist career forged under the Heavenly Person, was the most satisfactory disciple of Xuan Chongyang in nearly a million years.

Unexpectedly, he turned out to be a pawn of the Yanhuang Federation.

Dao Yi's expression gradually turned cold. The Federation indeed had impressive means. Just several Heavenly Venerables stepping forward, willing to sacrifice themselves to suppress the Death Demon, shook the consensus he had previously reached with All Real Saints.

At this moment, even Xuan Chongyang, originally an ally of his, was expressionless, ignoring his sound transmission.

Dao Yi suddenly furrowed his brow.

Did Xuan Chongyang really have no awareness beforehand?

The blue-robed Daoist from the Federation, named Feng Zhou, smiled and said:

"Heaven and Earth Mystic Sect, set the heart for Heaven and Earth, establish destiny for all beings, how could you let those who bear the firewood for all beings freeze to death in the frost?"

"The disciple deeply understands that the Grandmaster wouldn't do such a thing."

"All these years, the Grandmaster treated me sincerely, and naturally, the disciple should return sincerity. Only lament that in this life I cannot serve by the Grandmaster's side."

"Grandmaster, the disciple is leaving."

He bowed deeply once again, his gaze sweeping past the various disciples behind Xuan Chongyang, bidding farewell to everyone, and then met a female crown nearby who was also bidding farewell to her brothers and sisters.

The female crown named Qingyi glanced back at the direction of the sects among the worlds with some sorrow.

Her master did not come, perhaps not wanting to see this treacherous disciple.

Qingyi bowed from a distance towards the faraway, her gaze falling on Feng Zhou ahead, her eyes gentle. After ten thousand years, finally they could stand side by side.

Together they walked towards Liu Huai and others who were waiting.

Only heard Liu Li teasingly say: "Luckily I did not enroll under someone else's sect back then, otherwise today, wouldn't I be like you all, facing the separation of life and death?"

Liu Huai shook his head: "A game on stage, how did it become real?"

Gao Xiu smiled: "Because all beings have feelings."

"All beings are bitter, sentimental is the utmost." The man with the Daoist name Tianyi looked at the old monk beside him and laughed.

"Feelings not necessarily bitter, Daoist skill is heartless but people have feelings, we are born to be sentimental people." The old monk with the Dharma name Wukong smiled.

Lan Baifeng, having been lectured by his master, laughed heartily: "Master speaks well!"

Qi Xuantian, whose form was already bones and skin, arriving in Dharma Form, grinned, his eyes blazing: "Everyone, I can't wait, going ahead!"

All showed solemn expressions and cupped their hands: "Brother Qi, walk slowly!"

Qi Xuantian took one last look at the territory of the Federation.

At this day and age.

Those places vivid in their memories, the acquaintances they once knew, had all changed.

But what of it?

His spine stood tall, laughing out loud as he left:

"Ancient Flow shows pillars, Wan Shan magnificent sees the main peak!"

"After today, who dares to say my Yanhuang Federation is not the main peak of worlds?!"

Then.

Like leaves returning to roots.

And as if adding more firewood to the world.

Making the Reversed Ten Thousand Spirits Array imprisoning the Death Demon burn even stronger.

In the distance.

Taoist Qinglian bowed his head and murmured: "This world, patched and mended, is another generation."

Today, those offering flowers for the world's mending, will anyone remember them in later generations?

Before this, people were unaware of their names, their origins, their past present and future, but after today, even for the sake of "sacrificing to suppress the Four Demons," all beings should come to know them somewhat.

At this moment.

With all the Heavenly Venerables sacrificing for justice.

The Twelve Divine Lords, the Four Directions God, all took their seats, starting with the Guardian God, whose Golden Body slowly fractured and peeled off, falling into the Reversed Ten Thousand Spirits Array.

Enduring the pain of the Golden Body peeling, the Guardian God looked towards a location, seeing that figure so young, overpowering all enemies, self-assuredly slaying everything.

Once a boy, today a Heavenly Person, fearing the next time unseen, he would be a Heavenly King Master.

With such descendants, even leaving, there is no worry.

"Kill!"

The red-haired Daoist roared furiously, shattering the star river, his killing intent overwhelming, the battle reached fever pitch.

They bullied him too much!!!

How dare a group of slightly larger ants hunt a True God?!!

Chi Yinghuo, by gathering countless Constant Star Great Suns, temporarily suppressed and wore down the red-haired Daoist's four Killing Swords.

This battle was too brutal, countless stars exploded, everywhere were shattered star remnants, golden blood splattering, each drop containing astonishing might, easily piercing Constant Star Great Suns.

Witnessing one after another Great Suns containing past Dao Intent being struck down by the Killing Sword, their own past Dao Fruits quickly dismantled, yet Chi Yinghuo showed no sign of heartache.

He just continued suppressing, buying time for the Yanhuang Federation's sacrificial array and also for everyone's farewell.

As one of the most ancient Gods only beneath the Five Pillars, Chi Yinghuo personally experienced the era when all Spirits pursued freedom.

At that time, what puzzled him most was a group of beings chasing so-called freedom, yet willing to sacrifice themselves for the pathway of future generations.

At this moment, reborn as human Chi Yinghuo witnessed the Twelve Divine Lords also entering the Great Array, sighed softly:

"Heroes sacrifice for righteousness, Saints sacrifice for the Tao."

With a boom!

It was as if the entire Great Universe began to tremble, far away could be seen at the edge of the Great Universe, a Tao Palace towering above the heavens in the chaos!

In the Tao Palace, a majestic presence high above endless universes gazed down, its body seemingly infinitely large yet infinitely small, Dao Rhyme flowing, surprisingly suppressing the Heavenly Will of the Great Universe!

Chi Yinghuo's expression turned solemn.

This battle finally reached the most pivotal confrontation!

As the Four Demons fallen from transcendence, driving them away was the limit, to suppress and kill was nearly an impossible task!