Chapter 103 Ending the Previous Life
"I apologize for the poor hospitality..."

After a brief acquaintance, the happy Zhao Si wanted to treat his good friend to a meal as usual, but unfortunately the game was not being updated, the rental house was blocked, and he couldn't get out at all.

He had no choice but to rummage around the house and found two buckets of instant noodles he had bought last time, and made one for himself and Jin Bing respectively.

So the great Emperor of Heaven just stared blankly at the bowl of braised beef flavored instant noodles...

"This... is quite unique."

Jin Bing quickly understood the specific principle of instant noodles. Although he had never seen such a thing in the prehistoric times, he still gave a polite compliment.

While waiting for instant noodles, Zhao Si, who had always been very interested in Honghuang, started communicating with him:
"...I know roughly what happened to you over there..."

Talking about his past, Jin Bing gradually started to add to the story with a smile. Once the two of them started talking, they were like half-brothers who had met too late...

"So, since you became the Emperor of Heaven, you have been busy with these government affairs?"

Zhao Si asked curiously.

"I don't think I'm busy."

Jin Bing sighed:

"But now I have to shoulder the responsibility of all the spirits in the four wastelands, four seas and Zhongzhou. I have to lead them upwards and control the changes in the human race's thoughts... At least for the time being, I can't rest."

"Oh! The prehistoric weightlifting champion!"

Jin Bing:?
Although I didn’t quite understand what this other self said, I still understood the general meaning, so I continued:

"Thank you, thank you..."

Zhao Si asked curiously:

"So, you really don't plan to become a saint? If you want to completely solve the problems of the human race, it is impossible for anyone below the level of a saint to do it."

"What can I do?"

Jin Bing finally found someone to pour out his grievances to:

"I originally wanted to ask Hong Yun for his help, after all, he saved my life... Who would have thought that this guy wouldn't buy it at all? The life-saving favor is not as important as the Hongmeng Purple Qi..."

"You want to take it by force? The Taoist Ancestor of the Heavenly World is interfering with me again. He will return it to Hongyun directly. I can't just snatch it away, right? Hongyun is a small matter. The Taoist Ancestor's attitude is fatal..."

To be honest, although Jin Bing has always been a decent person, the Hongmeng Purple Qi is too important, and he did once think about using some means to seize it.

But when Daozu made his move, he completely gave up...

"This is obviously aimed at you!"

Zhao Si scratched his head and thought:
"It's probably because your banner is too clear. You openly promote equality with the protagonist destined by heaven. It's obvious that you are against the way of heaven."

"You haven't become a saint yet, but you dare to challenge the Heavenly Dao. What will happen if you become a saint?"

“Although Hongjun didn’t kill you with lightning, his intervention in interfering with your attempt to seize the Hongmeng Purple Qi was in itself preventing you from having the ability to attack the Zixiao Palace…”

“Nothing can be done!”

Jin Bing spread his hands and said helplessly:
"My time is limited. If I don't lead the human race to equality, it is impossible for me to have enough power before the Emperor of Heaven issues the decree to massacre the people."

This is true.

If we don’t ensure equality, it will be a reappearance of the first and second rounds of simulation, which will inevitably lead to an irreversible outcome.

But after you achieve equality, old man Hongjun will directly use a deus ex machina to descend upon you. What can you do?
"Sure enough, this game is a game where the enemy and us have unequal power. No matter how much micromanagement we do, the enemy will always have a deus ex machina..."

Zhao Si couldn't help but complain.

"game?"

Jin Bing was a little curious:

"Is that the thing that allows you to make decisions for me?"

"Yes, that's it!"

Anyway, Jin Bing had no chance of threatening him, so Zhao Si hesitated for a moment and then handed over the phone.

Jin Bing carefully took over this "divine weapon" that could determine the survival of the ancient world. With the help of Zhao Si, he flipped through historical information and for the first time looked at his three lives from a textual perspective...

Every time he read a paragraph, Jin Bing would start to recall and match the text paragraphs one by one, and a look of understanding gradually appeared on his face.

After reading it, Jin Bing seemed to review his three reincarnations, and was filled with emotion:
"In just a few lines, I have told you everything I have done over the past few dozen Yuanhui..."

He handed the phone back to Zhao Si and commented:

"However, these texts are too brief and not comprehensive at all."

"Who says it isn't?"

Zhao Si also complained:

"For example, I've always wanted a cultivation technique, but this damn game doesn't show any techniques at all, and the gifts are more bizarre than the last. Anyway, none of them can help me gain cultivation..."

As he spoke, Zhao Si took out all the gifts and listed them one by one:
"The Kunpeng Certificate taught me the devil's words and writings, it's useless for anything else."

"The Saint Dao Fruit has a high level, but in my hands it can only produce spiritual energy."

"Blue Dragon Blood and Five Elements Fruit Tree. One turns you into a monster if you eat it, and the other only matures once every three hundred years. It's useless."

"The Immortal Slaying Sword, Golden Crow Fire, and Dinghai Pearl are powerful, but they are useless."

"The eyes of merit and karma are useless."

"The most terrible thing is the prehistoric fragments. There are two rounds of demons occupying them..."

Jin Bing: ...

Looking at these familiar items, Jin Bing felt inexplicably nostalgic. As for his resentment towards Zhao Si, he didn't know what to say.

The main thing is that before he crossed over, how could he know that his other self had no cultivation at all? At first, he thought that "himself" was a powerful being who was more powerful than Daozu...

"wrong!"

Jin Bing seemed to have grasped some key point, and suddenly frowned and said:

“You are not a disciple of a saint, so can you see merits with the Dharma Eye?”

"sure!"

Zhao Si nodded as a matter of course:

"Not only can I watch, I can also take it. The game says that everything is centered on me, so as long as I do good things, I can get merit and take it..."

Jin Bing: ...

Something's wrong! Something is very wrong!

"This is impossible!"

Jin Bing shook his head:

"Merit is a product of a private relationship issued by the Heavenly Dao, and it is only linked to the Heavenly Protagonist. Only by helping the Heavenly Protagonist can you gain merit... It is impossible for you to be the main character..."

After careful thought, Jin Bing still couldn't figure it out, so he had to blame everything on the mysterious game.

"As for the Five Elements Fruit Tree..."

Jin Bing said with a strange look on his face:

"In fact, you don't have to wait for it to bear fruit. You can just chew it directly, and the effect will be even better. Anyway, this is how all spiritual medicines are used..."

what?
Zhao Si was confused. Although it felt counterintuitive, after thinking about it carefully, it seemed to be true... "And the prehistoric fragments..."

Jin Bing stood up and walked towards the square land as big as a dining table, emotion and nostalgia gradually appearing on his face.

He looked at the busy demons inside, then looked at the purple light that symbolized the invasion of the Heavenly Dao, and then turned to Zhao Sidao:

“I have two ways of dealing with this.”

"any solution?!"

Zhao Si said anxiously, these ancient fragments that could only be viewed but not used were becoming a source of worry for him.

"The first."

Jin Bing smiled and said:

"I will teach you the method of cultivating immortality. When you gradually become stronger, you can drive them away yourself."

Zhao thought for a moment:

"What about the second one?"

"The second one..."

……

Fragments of the ancient world.

"Where on earth is this fake emperor hiding?"

A lion demon as tall as a mountain was cursing and searching everywhere for the trace of Jin Bing, the false emperor of the human court.

"Who knows? It must be here!"

The other bull demon said in a muffled voice:

"Last time, your cousin was chopped in half by a sword. It was here. There is no way the false emperor can escape from this area."

"Oh, by the way, is your cousin okay?"

"fine!"

The lion demon was proud:
"That sword didn't have any magic power. It just cut my brother's body in half... Fortunately, he was a physical practitioner. After putting the two halves together and letting them settle for a few days, he was able to run and jump again!"

"As expected of a body refiner!"

The ox and the lion chatted casually as they walked...

Suddenly, a ray of light like the sun rose up, dazzling everyone's eyes.

No! That's not the sun!
"It's the Golden Crow Fire of the False Emperor!"

The bull demon widened his eyes and recognized the terrifying fire like the sun in the sky at a glance.

Soon, all the monsters rushed over in a hurry:

"Where is the fake emperor?!"

"Everyone, come on shoulder to shoulder!"

"Yes! With so many of us rushing forward, it's impossible for that false emperor to kill us all before his magic power runs out!"

"..."

Even though he was threatening, why did he sound so cowardly?

Before the monsters could complain, the golden crow fire in the sky fell to the ground, and a young man in a yellow robe, who was so familiar to everyone that they would recognize him even if he turned into ashes, officially appeared in front of everyone:

The false emperor of the human court, Jin Bing!
"What should we do? Should we charge?"

A demon asked in a low voice.

The monsters said nothing, but took a few steps back in fear.

After all, everyone grew up listening to horror stories about the Pseudo-Emperor. Normally, they would shout "kill the Pseudo-Emperor" a few times, but when the Pseudo-Emperor appeared openly, few monsters dared to charge...

The false emperor stood there openly in public. He didn't say anything, and the monsters didn't dare to speak either. They didn't even dare to breathe, for fear of being the first to be attacked.

The atmosphere gradually became depressing.

After a long while, the yellow-robed false emperor, illuminated by the Golden Crow Fire, finally spoke:
"What a nice head! No demon wants to chop it off?"

When the monsters heard this, they became even more frightened!

At this moment, a man suddenly emerged from the corner. In front of everyone's shocked gaze, he pointed at the fake emperor and started to curse loudly:
"False Emperor! You and I cannot coexist!"

It was the pure and authentic words of the old demon master. Anyone who knew the matter would know that this was definitely a demon from the thirty-third heaven that was as pure as could be!

You dare to scold the false emperor to his face, what a warrior!

Amidst everyone's shocked or admiring gazes, the transformed little demon took out a string of dazzling multicolored light objects and threw them at the false emperor while roaring:
"The false emperor will die!"

The false emperor also laughed and spread out the bright Golden Crow Fire, holding the familiar Immortal-Slaying Sword in his hand, and rushed straight towards the little demon!
A moment!

The extremely vast water energy was surging in all directions, the sharp golden sword energy that made the monsters feel cold was also flying all over the place, and there was also the explosive golden crow fire.

The three powerful forces were far beyond everyone's imagination, and frightened the monsters so much that they crawled away, and only then did they dare to watch the battlefield from afar.

But once they were far away, they couldn't see anything clearly under the cover of the Golden Crow Fire. They only saw that the two sides seemed to be fighting...

After fighting for a long time, the false emperor let out a sigh, and the flame gradually dimmed until it was taken away by the unknown transformed demon.

The little demon held up the fake emperor's corpse and shouted:

"The false emperor is dead! The Holy Emperor will win! The demon race will win!"

After he yelled several times, the monsters finally realized that something serious had happened.

In an instant, all the demons became excited and couldn't help but roar:

"Long live the Holy Emperor! Long live the demon race!!!"

The false emperor of the human court who went against the will of heaven and slaughtered all living beings was finally buried completely after lingering on!
The ancient history has opened a new page!
……

Three great worlds, thirty-three heavens.

Emperor Jin Tian, ​​who had been taking a nap at his desk, slowly opened his eyes. When he saw the familiar scene of Lingxiao Palace, he suddenly felt inexplicably relieved.

"Captain, why did you fall asleep? Are you feeling unwell?"

Xuandu, who had been paying attention to the Emperor, immediately came to his side and asked worriedly, fearing that something might happen to the Emperor's dragon body:
"I saw you fell asleep just now, so I didn't dare to call you..."

"It's okay, it just clears up a knot in my heart."

The Emperor of Heaven said with a smile.

Ah? Sleeping with a knot in your heart?

Xuandu looked bewildered...

"Alright, alright, keep moving the following memorials over here. I'm about to start!"

The Emperor seemed to be in a good mood. Xuan Du was puzzled and could only pout, walk out of the hall, and continue to move memorials inside.

The work of the Emperor of Heaven is never finished...

……

(End of this chapter)