To ascend, I had no choice but to create games-Chapter 549 - 320: The Monarch’s Ambition (Second Update)_1

Chapter 549: Chapter 320: The Monarch’s Ambition (Second Update)_1

Deep beneath the land of Heaven Spring Country lay a secret chamber unknown to many.

Separated by a stone door, once opened, one would discover a hidden sanctuary that interconnected in all directions, complete with ventilation channels and various living facilities, known only to a few within Heaven Spring Country.

And in the depths of the secret passageways rested a rather grandiose Secret Scroll Teaching Room, with a massive statue standing tall, surrounded by numerous mysterious monks chanting enigmatic True Texts.

Guided by a guard, the Monarch of Heaven Spring Country arrived at this place.

He still remembered the shock he felt as a child when his grandfather first brought him here and he caught sight of the imposing statue before him.

Even now, accustomed as he was to the statue’s presence, its ominous aura, almost tangible, continued to intimidate him.

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The statue was a seated figure with crossed legs, crafted roughly but with an undiminished spirit.

The eight-armed statue sat with legs crossed, its outward appearance that of a kindly monk, were it not for the additional six arms on its back, each grasping a skull, hinting at complexities beyond simplicity.

Encircling the statue, a monk with delicate features as pretty as a woman’s sat in meditation, endlessly chanting scriptures.

These scriptures floated up into the air, then unraveled into silky wisps, threads of gold intertwining around him, lending a divine majesty to his appearance, as if he were a True God.

Hearing footsteps, he did not rise, instead finishing the verse of scripture silently before turning his head and speaking gently, “Monarch, for what reason do you visit today?”

Looking at the monk, uncertainty crept into the Monarch’s gaze.

His grandfather had once told him that the people here were Cultivators, but they were far more formidable and powerful than ordinary Cultivators.

“Do not engage with them unless absolutely necessary, yet do not go out of your way to expel them. Let them chant their scriptures here,” his grandfather advised.

They were Cultivators from another realm, trapped here for specific reasons, and as compensation, they were willing to offer extra assistance for a fee.

Bowing to the monk, the Monarch said, “Recently, those Cultivators began demanding payment. Without money, they refuse to work for us. Master, do you have any good advice?”

The monk’s smile was faint, imbued with an incredible magic that set the Monarch’s heart racing.

Struggling to remain composed, he listened as the other spoke, “The Monarch is unwilling to pay them, yet he is prepared to come here seeking answers, isn’t that a bit contradictory?”

After a pause, the monk continued, “Still, I can understand. When generosity becomes expectation, the lack of assistance is seen as the other party’s fault. Even just for a reasonable reward, you feel deeply insulted, as if you wish to devour their flesh and gnaw their bones. Even if it costs money, you seek to retaliate against them, correct?”

The Monarch of Heaven Spring Country kept his expression stoic, tacitly conceding the point.

This was the very reason he was reluctant to seek out these people. The monk seemed to always see through his thoughts, leaving him feeling as without secrets before this individual.

The monk did not press further but simply smiled faintly and addressed the Monarch, “I bear enmity with the people of Immortal Village, and hiding here is merely to prevent their discovery of us. Should you wish for us to act against them, abandon the thought immediately. We would not make a move. After all, had our power been sufficient, we would not have been driven to this place.”

Still, the Monarch remained silent.

Yet upon closer inspection, one could see his hands shaking slightly, betraying his inner turmoil.

At last, he let out a long breath, expelling something from within, and his gaze became resolute.

Looking at the monk before him, he declared firmly, “I agree to your previous terms.”

The monk abruptly lifted his head, his enchanting eyes brimming with surprise and bewilderment.

Staring at the Monarch, he asked incredulously, “For a hundred years, we have been beseeching you for this chance, but you have never relented. Why now…”

“Heaven Spring Country must not be restrained or threatened! The barbarians around us have started to covet our land, and under the influence of the Immortal Assembly, various small states have begun to entertain thoughts of rebellion. Previously, due to the Immortal Assembly’s mediation, we tolerated their presence. But now, having fallen out with the Immortal Assembly, we no longer need to exercise restraint,” the Monarch stated.

Lifting his sleeve, he declared unequivocally, “One Heaven Spring Country is enough for this place! Even if it means negotiating with a tiger, I will purge the influence of the Immortal Assembly, ensuring that this land belongs only to Heaven Spring!”

Moved by the Monarch’s earnest words, tears welled in the monk’s eyes.

Compared to the vastness of space, Heaven Spring Country was but a speck.

Yet it was for such a small piece of land that its Monarch was willing to let them settle, an unbelievable yet utterly normal deed.

Wiping the tears from his eyes, he said to the Monarch, “Since that is the case, we will rely on the Monarch from now on. From this day forward, we shall integrate with the fate of Heaven Spring Country and serve you.”

Turning to the others behind him, he softly spoke, “Brethren, the day to tread the path has come, please proceed.”

“Good.”

The remaining monks smiled, chanting their sacred names before vanishing into wisps of blue smoke, leaving behind only their clothing, which gently fluttered down before the Monarch.

In no time, the monks had all disappeared, merging entirely with the fate of Heaven Spring Country and becoming inseparable from it.

A surge of mana flooded in, causing the Monarch to feel his power steadily increasing. His long stagnant cultivation began climbing, enlightening him to countless intricate spells.

This experience was like someone pulling back a veil from his eyes, allowing him to see the world more clearly.

Mysteries that had once baffled him were now unraveling, a multitude of secret techniques surfacing in his mind, transforming him in that moment into a Cultivator of fearsome might.

Clenching his fist, the Monarch began to laugh.

His laughter grew louder and more wild, the heart-wrenching laughter echoing through the spacious underground palace.

The candlelight flickered, casting several shadows behind him, each identical to the Demon God above his head.

After emerging from the tunnel, the Monarch was still laughing.

Ever since he obtained power, he felt an indescribable joy, wave after wave of elation welling up from deep within, uncontrollable, leaving him with nothing to do but laugh maniacally.

Looking at the Monarch who couldn’t stop laughing, the guard stationed at the door asked with concern, “Monarch, what is wrong with you?”

“Hee hee hee, it’s nothing, just feeling too happy. Aren’t you happy? In my country, why wouldn’t you be happy?”

The manic Monarch put the guards on high alert, but before they could notify the Cultivators within the country, the Monarch’s hand was already pressing on his head.

A mass of black mist seeped out from the Monarch’s hand, and the guard, contaminated by the black mist, only had time to shudder before his heart was filled to the brim with endless joy.

For some reason, he was unusually elated, as if the whole world had become a perfect paradise, compelling him to burst into uncontrollable laughter.

The black mist began to spread, contaminating one citizen after another, with the entire Heaven Spring Country almost instantaneously descending into an ocean of black mist, prompting every contaminated citizen to laugh hysterically.

Men were laughing, women were laughing, the elderly were laughing, children were laughing. They laughed uncontrollably. Even the country’s Cultivators, under the influence of the black mist, began to laugh themselves hoarse.

Laughter spread throughout, and all of Heaven Spring Country’s operations came to a halt at this moment. Ironically, at this moment, the nation’s fate seemed to be on the rise.

False joy brought a deceptive prosperity, but to the Demon Lord’s Angel Envoys, this falsehood was no different from reality.

Devouring this false national fortune in one gulp, the shape of the eight-armed Demon Lord behind the Monarch looked more solid and more real.

He was both the Monarch of Heaven Spring Country and the Demon Lord. According to an ancient pact, they finally merged into one at this moment, inseparable from each other.

He was the Happy Demon Master, a Demon Lord known for absorbing human joy, a figure of renown among the Demon Lords, theoretically on par even with the Heavenly Lords.

Joy was the source of his power. Excessive elation greatly enhanced his strength, allowing him to slowly revive, and gradually return to this world.

As long as the emotion of joy existed, the Happy Demon Master, in theory, would never perish. Even if his physical form were destroyed, he could still lurk within human joy and revive again.

Except for that one time…

Every time he thought about the time when Heavenly Lord Fang eradicated him, he shuddered violently.

At his level, he was a concept entity rooted within the consciousness of the Human Clan.

Unless every human being was stripped of the capacity for joy, he could always revive, always make a comeback.

So, when he heard that Heavenly Lord Fang was preparing to disintegrate and be reborn in pursuit of enlightenment, and intended to vanquish all Demon Lords before doing so, he scoffed.

As long as the Human Clan survived, the Demon Lords would not die. You’d have to wipe out all humans; otherwise, you could never truly solve me.

Even you, Great Heavenly Lord, cannot defy this law.

So, when Fang Cheng was hunting down other Demon Lords, the Happy Demon Master didn’t take it seriously at all.

Keep dancing, keep singing, not moving an inch, just waiting for you to come and get me!

Therefore, when an overconfident Happy Demon Master saw Fang Cheng appear before him, he knew he had made a mistake.

And it was a grave one.

Just one look was enough to know that the person before him was an unadulterated monster.

Compared to him, the other Heavenly Lords were but babes without their mothers.

The more powerful you are, the more you can sense his terror, just like when you reach a peak, only to find that the other person has climbed even higher.

Even after reviving, he couldn’t understand how the other had stripped him from the consciousness of the Human Clan, and with a mere Palm Thunder, terminated him without causing any collateral damage.

But if it doesn’t make sense, there’s no use thinking about it.

Heavenly Lord Fang had already slumbered, and this wasn’t the original universe. He didn’t believe the other would come here to beat him, so wasn’t this place under his control?

The citizens of Heaven Spring Country were already his for the taking; each one was contributing to the power of joy.

To ensure the source of his power wouldn’t dry up, he wouldn’t let the citizens here suffer even the slightest harm. Instead, he would let them live in endless happiness.

And there were many countries in the vicinity, all full of people, all potential sources of power for him.

Licking his lips, he knew what he needed to do.

Monarch of Heaven Spring Country, didn’t you wish to have only one Heaven Spring Country?

Your wish shall be fulfilled today!