Am I the only one who didn't ascend?

Chapter 556: Nothing is more important than human feelings

In fact, after witnessing the Taichu illusion, Wang Luo has always had a question in his mind.

Taixu Tianzun, are you also having a similar dream?
Although the world often says that Tianzun has no heart and is just a tall puppet. However, after witnessing the history of Taichu, Wang Luo naturally thought that Taixu of Tianzhiyou was probably the same... Tianzun may not be heartless, but a bad woman has locked his true heart in an unknown depth.

However, Tianzun on the left of the sky was dreaming of an endless breakthrough in the path to immortality. The practice in the dream had no end, which made people obsessed for thousands of years and unable to wake up... But Taixu Tianzun on the right of the sky would definitely not be able to adopt a similar design.

Because the upgrade flow setting in the Taichu Dream, even though it is a fictional setting, is not entirely made up. The realm design similar to the Yuanxian and Yangxian realms are all the ultimate deductions made by the Golden Immortals in the Heavenly Court, which contain the precious essence left over from the old immortal way. The immortals have made very careful constructions on the practice required to reach different realms, the natural materials and treasures that must be used, the right time and place, and the magical powers that may be possessed after breaking through the realm.

If nurturing the Heavenly Venerable and pacifying the Immortal Alliance are the realistic dreams of the immortals in heaven, then the boundless sea of ​​stars and the endless practice of the immortal path are the most refined and pure dreams of every immortal cultivator after they have eliminated all worldly desires.

If not, how could Taichu Tianzun, after all, have inherited the memories and personality of the Immortal Ancestor and possess the world's top qualifications and understanding, so he easily indulge in a false practice method?

But on the right side of the sky, this road is absolutely blocked.

On the one hand, the Immortal Alliance's Dinghuang Heavenly Dao is completely contrary to the traditional way of ascending to the immortal world. Taixu Tianzun, who was born based on the Great Law, could not be immersed in a dream that was contrary to his basic nature.

On the other hand, even if the Heavenly Venerable really wanted to dream of ascending to heaven, the Immortal Alliance could not find a useful dream weaver. Not long after the Battle of Dinghuang ended, the Immortal Alliance had no more True Immortals. Even Lu Zhiyao had long since regressed from the True Immortal realm and no longer possessed the magic and wisdom of an immortal. Moreover, even if her cultivation had not regressed, Lu Zhiyao was not a very powerful immortal at the time. Even if she was a genius, she could not match the painstaking efforts of a group of Golden Immortals with wonderful magic.

So, what kind of beautiful dream did Lu Zhiyao prepare for Tianzun that could make him intoxicated for a thousand years and never wake up?

Then, is the ominous premonition that is vaguely flashing in Lu Youyou's heart now related to Taixu's dream?

With this half-doubtful and half-intuitive thought in his mind, Wang Luo came to the top of Jianmu Mountain on the Golden Deer Hall.

After several years, the scenery here remains the same, with a golden tree, its branches and leaves waving in the clouds... But after several years, Wang Luo's vision has changed greatly from that year. He can clearly see that at the end of Jianmu, there are countless extremely fine silk threads connected. Those silk threads stretch out in a winding trajectory to the endless distance, beyond the sight. It seems like a puppet's strings high above... or like a silent and firm rope.

Or maybe, both? After Lu Zhiyao founded the Immortal Alliance, she ruled the Right of Heaven for another 500 years in the name of the Lord, and single-handedly suppressed the people of the world without a second thought. She could be called an unprecedented dictator in the history of human civilization. Even after she retired for 700 years, the name Lu Zhiyao still has a significant weight... However, in Wang Luo's memory, Lu Zhiyao has never been a person with such a desire to dominate, or even a particularly responsible person. Watching those who deserve to die, and then warning others with sarcasm, this is Lu Zhiyao's style.

So, maybe she was just being stubborn out of helplessness?

A breeze came towards him, interrupting Wang Luo's inexplicable reverie. After coming to his senses, Wang Luo looked at Jin Shu and whispered, "Senior Sister, I'm here to see you."

However, what responded to him was not Lu Zhiyao's usual crisp voice, but a sudden whistling and intensifying gust of wind!

Wang Luo frowned and took another step forward, but suddenly he felt as if he was trapped in an invisible quagmire. The pressure and resistance in front of him was like the Taichu Lake under the Jingzhou Cave.

This was certainly not a natural phenomenon on the top of Jianmu Mountain, because even Lu Youyou, who was not far behind him, looked surprised.

"Your Excellency?"

After the surprise, there was deep worry.

"Lord Lord..."

Wang Luo shook his head at her, signaling her not to stay here any longer. Lu Youyou struggled a little, but finally sighed and quietly disappeared.

Although she had always been somewhat resentful about her position in Lu Zhiyao's heart, which was not as high as that of a latecomer, now that she knew Wang Luo's true identity, this thought naturally faded. Moreover, the most important thing at the moment was to confirm Lu Zhiyao's safety, rather than worrying about the order of favorability.

After Lu Youyou left, Wang Luo took another step forward. However, just as he moved his feet, he felt the wind on his face suddenly intensify. For a moment, he couldn't stand steadily and was blown off the high platform in the clouds... If Lu Youyou hadn't been quick and used her true energy to turn into a rope to pull him, Wang Luo would have flown directly to the far suburbs of Youcheng.

"What's going on?" Lu Youyou asked, "Are you having a disagreement?"

Wang Luo hesitated: "I didn't even have time to speak... She seemed not to want to see anyone, including you and me."

Lu Youyou's expression suddenly became serious: "Even you... What should I do? Should I do the same as last time?"

"Last time? Oh, you mean the time when they set up a couple?" Wang Luo couldn't help but laugh, and then he pondered, "Forget it. She was serious this time and wasn't joking, so she didn't even give me a chance to speak before pushing me out. As for what to do next, let's just leave it alone. She's not a child. On the contrary, she knows how to weigh the pros and cons better than any of us. Even if she's really in a dangerous situation, at least she has determined that it's more advantageous to handle it alone than to ask for help."

After hearing this, Lu Youyou was finally speechless. Although he was still uneasy in his heart, he had been the ruler of a country for hundreds of years after all, and his mind and scheming were far superior to ordinary people. After sighing, he said: "In this case, all we can do is to deal with every current situation. My battlefield is in the Immortal Alliance, and you..."

Wang Luo said: "Don't worry, leave Tian Zhizuo's affairs to me."

"Well, Tian Zhizuo, I'll leave it to you."

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Many times, the fate of a country or a place, or tens of millions of people, is decided by just a few words from a few high-level people. It is as if at the beginning of time, the chaos of primordial chaos evolved the world because of a thought of the Supreme Dao Ancestor.

The universe and all things in it are completely unaware that their own destinies are actually being controlled by the threads of the High Ones, and they only feel sad or happy because of the misfortunes and blessings that occur before them.

For example, several happy workers in Rongcheng Stone Street gathered in front of a small Taixu station across the street from the Qingpingsi White Building, nervously waiting for the announcement of an important result. Surrounding these workers were hundreds of people, most of whom were staring at them with curiosity and envy.

As workers on Xiangshan Road known for their diligence, Fang Qingqing, Zhang Dun and others rarely appear outside Lao Hong's store during working hours.

A few years ago, Lao Hong's entire team was invited to visit a wealthy family in Yueyang. Since then, "Lao Hong's Home Cooking" is no longer just a simple representative of Shijie cuisine, but an important part of Zhuwang's food culture, and a milestone in the diplomacy of a major country... part of the cornerstone.

In short, Lao Hong's Home Cooking has become famous and is no longer what it used to be. This reputation has naturally brought countless benefits. For example, although Lao Hong's Home Cooking still serves the same home-style flavors as before and is determined not to raise prices, it has long been hard to get a seat.

Lao Hong has always taken care of his neighbors. After his shop first became famous, he insisted on reserving seats for local regular customers. However, the situation soon changed and his reserve became meaningless...

The rich and powerful came like a swarm of fish in the river, and each showed their talents. The rich contributed money, the powerful contributed their strength... Some brought a huge sum of money to buy a store, or brought a note from the city lord Han Ying that they got from nowhere, or simply persuaded the locals of Shijie to come in person. In short, the always stubborn old Hong finally sighed and gave in to reality and changed the rules.

Today, Lao Hong's home-cooked dishes have become a strange shop where the average price of dishes is less than 100 spiritual leaves per person, but the cost of booking a seat is as high as tens of thousands... Although the cost of booking a seat is obviously not included in Lao Hong's account, Lao Hong insists on holding the team to higher standards, and the team has no choice but to adapt to the demand.

After all, Lao Hong's team has long been famous throughout the country, and arbitrarily breaking up and resigning at this time will have an extraordinary impact. Therefore, the pressure from the City Lord's Mansion alone forced each worker to tearfully decline the high-paying invitations from major restaurants and continue to cook for Lao Hong.

Therefore, during this obvious working period, the appearance of several workers who never missed work without reason was particularly eye-catching. However, these people turned a blind eye to the attention from all around them - or they had long been accustomed to being the focus of thousands of eyes - and only focused on their own work.

"I say, Qingqing, is your source of information reliable?"

While wiping the sweat caused by nervousness, Zhang Dun asked the chef standing in front of him.

"Does the Taixu National Team really have a spot for our Shijie? There are only a handful of spots in the entire Immortal Alliance, and only the top scroll masters will be invited. Everything is based on skill, and any connections won't work."

Fang Qingqing frowned when she heard this: "If you think it's unreliable, then don't believe it. Why bother accompanying me to see the results... Do I need to tell you how difficult it is to get leave?"

Zhang Dun shook his head and said, "Anyway, you chefs have already taken leave, and Old Hong was originally planning to temporarily close the store. We don't have to take leave and can go out, so why not? If one of us is really included in the quota, if we miss the first moment of the announcement, we will definitely regret it for the rest of our lives."

Zhao Jinxi said coldly from behind: "Just because you have the mentality of opening a daughter's red wine when there is a possibility, you are basically isolated from the national team."

On the other side, Fang Qingqing felt slightly different: "Old Hong is going to close the shop temporarily? What about the customers who have made reservations? And it's not like we won't work if we are not available. There should be many substitutes in the shop, right? They are all famous chefs from major restaurants, crying and shouting to come and work for Old Hong. In terms of skills, which one of them is not much better than us?"

Zhang Dun was immediately frustrated: "Sister Fang, please stop talking. I'm feeling stressed all of a sudden... But you're overthinking this, actually..."

However, before her coworkers could answer her questions, there was a deafening noise coming from the small station ahead, which included cheers, curses, and a laugh that could not be suppressed by any noise.

"Hahahahaha!"

The owner of the voice was none other than the stationmaster of Taixu Station, the smart Luo Xiao. With amazing strength, he picked up a water curtain bonsai weighing thousands of kilograms, and then held it high so that anyone could see it clearly.

On the water curtain was reflected the important announcement issued by Zhu Wang Taixu Division through Taixu Zhaotang, which was the list of candidates for this round of Taixu national team. Among them, a name that most Taixu practitioners in Shijie would be familiar with was on the list!

"Hey! I'm hit!"

After Luo Xiao laughed loudly, he shouted like a madman, then put down the water curtain bonsai, beat his chest with his fist, and said loudly: "I am fortunate to join the Taixu National Team, all thanks to the kindness of all the neighbors over the years. I have been doing business in Shi Street for many years, and I have never seriously given back to the neighbors. Today, I have decided to take this great opportunity to share my blessings with you with real sincerity."

As soon as these words came out, the original envy, jealousy and hatred were immediately restrained. After all, Luo Xiao's selection into the national team was somewhat surprising and even puzzling, but if they could take this opportunity to take advantage of Boss Luo, then the injustice in everyone's hearts would be alleviated a little.

However, just as everyone was waiting, Luo Xiao waved his hand again and took out a long gown with a white background from under the counter in the store. On the back of the gown was printed his portrait!

"Everyone, our store is now grandly launching a full set of clothing with me as the theme. As long as you put on this gown, you can proudly declare that you are a member of the Luo family army..."

Before he could finish his words, someone angrily picked up a stone from the street and threw it at him. They were all practitioners and had great strength, so they soon beat the bald boss until he was pissing and shitting himself.

On the other side, Fang Qingqing hung her head in obvious frustration, looking listless.

Zhang Dun hesitated for a moment, but still said comfortingly: "Don't be depressed about this. We are just amateurs, and our painting skills are only mediocre. We shouldn't even expect to be selected for the national team. Of course, it's a bit outrageous that Luo Xiao, the bald guy, was selected..."

Fang Qingqing said, "Of course I know that, judging purely by our skills, it's hard for us to even qualify for the Rongcheng team, let alone the national team... But if we can't make it, do other people in Shijie have the qualifications? I just heard that the national team quota was given to Shijie this time because of... Mr. Wang, so I couldn't help but have some unrealistic fantasies, but I never thought that Mr. Wang's favor would fall on Luo Xiao!"

(End of this chapter)