My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

The land of the Immortal Race.

In a common mortal family, a baby was born crying.

The baby opened its eyes and looked around calmly.

Years later, an Immortal Race child, in just a few years, had secretly cultivated through Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Divinity Transformation, and Integration. Now, the child planned to break through the seventh realm and undergo a tribulation to become a Rule Saint.

Crack!

"Becoming an Immortal Race, it's worth a try..." the baby reached out and grasped a Rule Saint, expression cold, continuously refining and imprisoning them, ultimately stuffing them into their abdomen, turning them into a Nascent Soul.

Ah! The Nascent Soul screamed continuously, struggling within the abdomen, but to no avail.

"Red blood cells, suppress him!"

"He's still struggling! Our trillion soldiers can't suppress him?"

"Platelets, don't try to skimp!"

"We're all here to serve the body!"

"Quickly, quickly!"

....

Every cell soldier in the fungal body had its own consciousness, and the countless trillions of cells all began chattering, suppressing the Nascent Soul in the center, just like the Demon-locking Pagoda, pinning the adversary down, unable to move.

Crack.

Finally, the adversary stopped resisting, having their ability to resist utterly stripped away.

Like a white chicken stripped of its claws and feathers, innumerable cells began drawing power from the Nascent Soul at the center, extracting its rules, nourishing every part of the body, with the Nascent Soul becoming a power furnace.

"Indeed, just like the Demon Race, able to suppress a Rule Saint and imprison them inside." The child said blandly, "The Demon Race suppresses demon thoughts, storing them inside....So what about the Immortal Race, they imprison us Saints."

This??

As his words fell, the saints and ministers beside him finally realized the terror!

Not only would those demon thoughts be cleansed, even these exalted Saints, who master the rules of the world, would also be imprisoned, used as slaves within the body, as long as they were defeated to a state of powerlessness!

Because the terror of this race lies in its role as a super safe box.

Once thoroughly suppressed and imprisoned inside the body, there is no hope for resistance...any power you regain is constantly being drawn by the trillions of body cells...

"Then wouldn't we be...." The crowd fell completely silent.

Their future, with the complete construction of the Cosmic Continent, would nearly eternally immortal innate sanctity, ruling the cosmic framework, akin to the Celestial Dao, lofty and high.

Yet before their eyes, it was as if a Celestial God of equal standing had stolen the torch of divine fire and given it to mortals, equipping sixth-level mortals with weapons to slaughter seventh-level Celestial Gods, enslaving them.

"Evil! It's simply demonic. If this race is discovered by those lawless, they won't just use this race to clean up the garbage dump of demon thoughts, they'll use it to ambush and suppress us Saints...this Technique, whew! whew!" A Saint's aura trembled, "It's heinous, he aims to overturn our rule!"

Another elevated Saint spoke, horror-stricken, "The Venerable of Creation would turn us Saints into slaves, confined inside the body. We must destroy this race before they rise!"

They could already imagine the horror.

Suppressing demon thoughts was one thing, they were at the garbage dump...

Do we, Saints, also become part of the garbage dump???

In the future, these Saints might become individual "Rule Nascent Souls," confined within bodies as Magical Artifacts, traded amongst the Immortal Race for stronger "Rule Nascent Souls."

"Can you destroy them? Can you truly destroy them?" The child shook his head, "Can you stop the current trend? The passion of all beings..."

The crowd was horrified.

At this moment,

Primordial Longevity Celestial Venerable also looked solemn, bringing the surroundings to a halt, stepping steadily forward, calmly and powerfully,

"The Venerable of Creation is truly a terrifying strategist! He's a rare opponent throughout the ages, not only aiming to overturn demon thoughts and create a golden age of rules but also to overthrow our Saints' positions, creating a double golden age."

"Thoroughly overthrowing everything we've done in the past, all rules must be reshuffled, including our Celestial Venerable rules...."

Primordial Longevity Celestial Venerable spoke eloquently, pacing back and forth, "The other side's strategy is terrifying, but it's not relying solely on strategy to win over us. Throughout history, many have tried to strategize against us Celestial Venerables, yet none have succeeded, as strategy alone cannot overthrow us. Today, the opponent's strategy only plays a small part, what truly aids them...is the momentum!"

"Time, place, and harmony...."

Primordial Longevity Celestial Venerable paused silently for a moment, then said, "I seem to see the next stage of the universe, the next stage of life resisting nature."

Everyone hurriedly held their breath.

Suddenly, someone asked, "Opposing nature? Hasn't nature already been completely conquered by us? Billions of years ago, we extracted threads of the universe's rules from the cosmic membrane: wind, fire, thunder, electricity, space, life, time... At that time, we had already thoroughly mastered the powers of nature."

Primordial Longevity Celestial Venerable looked seriously at the other person and said, "Yes, we have mastered nature. According to that logic, aren't we the next nature?"

Everyone broke out in goosebumps.

We replaced the universe, becoming the next nature?

In ancient times, their civilizations loudly proclaimed that humans could conquer the heavens.

Afterwards, they conquered the heavens, became the heavens, yet did they become the next nature to be conquered by living beings?

His voice grew deeper, like a powerful bell resonating in everyone's hearts, "This is the law of the development of civilization: human history is the history of overcoming the environment, human civilization's resistance is resistance against nature... Therefore, human growth is a step-by-step resistance against nature, mastering nature!"

"And, who is nature?" He looked around at the Saints.

The minds of the Saints present went blank, breaking out in goosebumps.

"We are the new nature."

"According to the deductions of our Celestial Venerables, when the universe is completely completed and rebuilt in the future, all the Rule Saints who together construct the universe will completely establish their divinity, positions cannot be transferred, becoming our universe's Gods of Innate Rules."

"Everyone present wishes to guard their divine positions, until the universe is completely built, thoroughly becoming the innate Gods who create and open the universe, immortal and indestructible, becoming natural phenomena like wind, fire, thunder, electricity, etc., but now? Guarding our divine positions, waiting for the universe to be built, is instead a disaster."

Among the terrified gazes, Primordial Longevity Celestial Venerable said lightly, "After the universe is built, we transform ourselves into the rules of the universe, innate divine beings, and those latter-day mortals will surely slaughter us, extracting these new rules and incorporating them into their bodies, to act on behalf of heaven... Just like us, billions of years ago extracting threads of rules from the cosmic membrane."

Saying this, everyone already guessed it was a stage of inevitable historical development.

Once the universe is completed, they will truly become the new nature of the universe.

And the mortals of the new universe will surely conquer the new nature...

"Everyone, quickly reincarnate and escape, quickly let go of your divine positions, find someone to take over, and then when they become innate divine beings, bind them into your body as a Nascent Soul," he chuckled.

Everyone nodded, sighing in their hearts, "Yes."

"Venerable of Creation!"

Someone gritted their teeth and said, "We've struggled so hard to snatch these positions, now we have to abandon them? Otherwise, in the future, once the universe is built, we've fully integrated into the rules, we'll surely be attacked by mortals, as a wisp of rules, suppressed within bodies?"

"This person is simply the greatest criminal of the universe!" Someone's expression turned serious, "We've struggled for countless billions of years, now we have to reshuffle? All for nothing?"

"Venerable of Creation, this person's mind is profound!"

"Terrifying! He actually wants to overthrow all the Celestial Venerables' governance in one stroke, let us all start anew from a unified starting line, it's simply! Simply!!"

"As a Saint, Venerable of Creation, he is also perfecting the order and rules of the new universe, granting mortals the life power to slaughter the Celestial Dao, preventing the future Celestial Dao rules from being eternally aloof, preventing Saints from eternal decay!"

...

Everyone felt fear in their hearts, as if they saw an awe-inspiring, strong Celestial Venerable committed to revolution, overthrowing them, gazing coldly at these ancient, decaying existences, filled with murderous intent!

"Ah Qiu."

Fu Qingjun was eating in the cafeteria of Miao Chun Hall, touched his nose,

He felt a bit puzzled inside, with a realm so strong, why would he still sneeze?

Generally, when someone talks about me, it wouldn't be this way...

Could it be those terrifying cosmic beings? Jealous of me with their rules?

"During that recent meeting, I hardly said anything, was completely silent, just watched as they talked to themselves, didn't reveal any slip-ups..."

"I really just played the part, saying 'uh-huh' and 'yeah' the whole time" he seriously pondered, falling into a long contemplation.

"In the end, who is thinking about me? I'm just the weakest, weakest salted-fish Celestial Venerable." Fu Qingjun didn't want to think too much, after all, the concept rules were hard to grasp, being material entities, difficult to capture.

He continued eating, watching Little Trumpet who had returned from a shopping trip in the Mushroom Kingdom, clearly having been imprisoned by the Mushroom King, although later turned into an experiment for others, yet he had gained weight.

It was said that he ate his own failed fungal mushroom corpses, threw them away feeling wasteful.

Truly a divine person.

Little Trumpet, having gained weight, was still shouting, "It's been a long time since we've had an eating competition, Gang Leader, shall we compete in eating again?"

"Sure."

Fu Qingjun nodded, rubbing his hands, still very fond of such an ordinary cafeteria routine, smiled indulgently, "This time, I will defeat Little Trumpet for the 19,742nd time."