The Unruly Immortals

"Qi luck was taken from a witch?" Li Huowang's mind replayed the words of the long-haired Emperor.

According to him, it was because of the Qi luck that this world came into being.

But this witch, he wasn't sure what it was, leaving Li Huowang feeling somewhat lost.

However, this time Li Huowang didn't skip it directly; he knew that parts of these legends might be false and needed careful consideration.

Perhaps this was like other myths and legends; although distorted, part of it is true.

After pondering for a while, Li Huowang felt that this Qi luck might be related to the Hours; after all, without them, this place might be as shaky as Da Qi and could collapse at any moment.

Half buried in the wall, Li Huowang turned to Xuan Pin and said, "Although they all say there's no Fate Commander, don't you think this makes sense if the witch is the Fate Commander managing the Hours?"

Xuan Pin paused and silently nodded.

"Then... Senior, do you know what the witch who stole the Qi luck looks like? Is it a Golden Dragon?" Li Huowang looked at the dragon scales on them and asked the question he cared about the most.

If that Golden Dragon is indeed the Dragon Vein of Tianchen Country, then it seems different from the Da Liang and Da Qi Dragon Vein, as they don't seem to need a series of Emperors to act as vessels.

"Golden Dragon? I don't know."

"We are the True Dragon Emperor, we are the Dragons!"

"Ling Yang is a dragon, but not a Golden Dragon."

Hearing their answers, the more Li Huowang thought about it, the more possible it seemed.

If this is true, then what happened in the Ancient Times gradually became clearer.

People back then might not have been like they are now; to avoid being enslaved, they were robbed of the Heavenly Dao by someone from the Fate Commander managing the Hours.

Since one person could not withstand the power of the Heavenly Dao, it was divided into sixteen Dragon Veins, corresponding to the original sixteen Hours of Da Liang.

But thinking about it, it still seemed wrong, because now there's not only Da Liang's one layer of history, but five different layers of history.

And in these five layers of history, there are Hours, and "the witch's Qi luck."

If I'm not mistaken, it means people in these five layers of history have divided the Heavenly Dao from the Fate Commander managing the Hours.

If each layer of history originally had sixteen Dragon Veins, then exactly five layers, which gives exactly eighty Dragon Veins.

This reminded him of the past experiences of Wu Sheng's mother, whose Heavenly Dao was also divided by people from Tianchen Country.

Earlier, it was said that people from Tianchen Country were strange, but now it seems that such things happened long ago.

It's just that over time, history has made people gradually take various bizarre things happening around them for granted.

"Father, what if that Golden Dragon is the Dragon Vein? When you go there this time, it would be best to estimate how many Hours are in a day in Tianchen Country."

Li Huowang nodded, understanding his daughter's point. The number of Hours in a day in Tianchen would indicate how many Dragon Veins Tianchen has.

If people in Tianchen can easily touch the Heavenly Dao, they might do the same with Dragon Veins to deal with us.

If this is true, the power of a dozen Dragon Veins gathered together might be more than I can withstand.

Even worse, the Dragon Qi from so many Dragon Veins could easily make a group of experts immune to attacks from anyone's Heavenly Taoist Divine Ability.

If they are willing to spend so much just to get me, even bringing Doumu's Nirmanakaya might not work.

Li Huowang thought for a long time, deciding to take it step by step; thinking about it now wouldn't be of much use.

Since the other side hasn't done it this way before, there must be some restrictions preventing them from doing so.

"Thank you, seniors, for clearing my doubts." Li Huowang bowed and, holding Li Sui's hand, walked up along the coffin wall.

"Father, does this help? I don't think what they said has any effect on our current situation." Li Huowang, walking out of the Imperial Temple, heard Li Sui's words and nodded.

"Though somewhat unclear, it's still useful. Even if it's useless now, it might be of use someday, so when faced with something, at least we'd know something."

Li Huowang slowly looked up at the sprawling starry sky before him and, contemplating for a moment, said with some emotion, "And through this exchange, I suddenly realized something."

"What realization?"

"Don't you see? This world isn't fixed; both history and the Heavenly Dao have been altered. Everything in the past has changed. Do you know what that means?" Li Huowang raised his hands to encompass the sky.

Then, he clenched his hands tightly, his eyes suddenly brightening. "It means as long as we have enough power, we can change everything to be the way we want it."

Li Sui slowly looked up, joining him in gazing at the starry sky. "Father, how do you want this world to be? Don't you think it's good as it is now?"

"It's not that it's bad, but there are some things that seem intolerable. Do you remember Master Danyang?" Li Huowang, shrinking the ground into inches, quickly left the Da Liang Imperial Palace.

"Yes, I remember. You told me about him, a ruthless murderer who couldn't even read words." Li Sui's whole body floated up, quickly following him.

"When I was at Qingfeng Taoist Temple, I really hated him to the point where I was willing to throw away my own life to kill him."

"But you know what? After all these experiences, I now understand why he turned so bad. It wasn't that he was inherently bad, but the absurd world made him that way."

"If he wasn't this bad, he might have died long ago. He was only choosing the best solution in the face of life's many choices."

The two walked out of the Imperial Palace and continued along the avenue. When they reached an intersection, they saw many people drawing circles and burning yellow paper and sacrificing paper silver sycee. It was Qingming.

Da Liang had suffered many disasters in recent years, with many deaths. Hence, there were many people burning paper.

All the people knelt beside the fire, burning paper and quietly speaking words they wanted to say to their deceased family members. Li Huowang's keen hearing allowed him to listen clearly.

Most questions were about how their family members were doing in the Underworld, reminding them to deliver dreams if they lacked anything.

"Suisui, don't you find it strange? In this world, evildoers live long enough to see their hair turn gray, but good people die early. On what grounds is that fair?"

Speaking, Li Huowang walked to a nearby stall selling yellow paper and gold ingots and bought some as well.

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