Chapter 859 Who Is More Correct (7600)

A hero.

Believing that good deeds will be rewarded and evil deeds will be punished, believing that hard work will bear fruit, believing that good will always triumph over evil, believing that one's actions have meaning, believing that peace will be restored after the demon king is killed, believing that one can enter heaven after death—it is not difficult to become a hero with such a heart.

But if living itself is extremely painful, if class is eternal, if hard work yields no results, if good and evil are merely house rules made up by people, if life has no value or meaning, if there is no demon king, or if the demon king is all living beings in the world, including oneself, and if there is no heaven, and the future stinks like dogshit…

If someone thinks this way.

If, knowing all this, someone still firmly believes, still dedicates themselves to all living beings, still does those essentially meaningless things.

Such a person is undoubtedly a hero.

—There is only one true heroism in the world: to love life after recognizing its truth.

The former draws strength from some already fixed truths, like a member of a great being's retinue, walking on a predetermined path, naturally holding their head high, confident and at ease.

But the latter creates their own greatness from nothingness.

If there is no extraordinary love, it is absolutely impossible to persist in being a 'hero.'

At this moment, Su Zhou gripped the blade in his hand tightly.

The heat of the Extinction Blade soared, its light illuminating the void. This blade had long been transformed and sublimated by his Great Dao, becoming a symbol of 'burning away the old and initiating the creation of all things,' a blade of life and death that used 'Extinction' to perform 'Nirvana.'

Its heat was real and unadulterated, originating from the essence of a Dao Integration expert's Great Dao, a divine weapon capable of cleaving the universe.

And before him, a majestic tower suppressed, the endless darkness like an eclipse obscuring the sun, completely enveloping the Extinction Blade and Su Zhou's radiance, a terrifying pressure descending like an avalanche.

This was a suppression and blockade that transcended time and space. The moment the shadow covered him, Su Zhou's perception of the surrounding multiverse void became obscure. He was now like an ordinary person suddenly having their ears blocked, their eyes covered, and their mouth sealed, unable to distinguish the four directions or recall the past and imagine the future.

At the moment the Hongshi Suppression Tower descended, even the concepts of 'thinking' and 'imagination' in Su Zhou's mind were suppressed. For a moment, he could only stare blankly at the falling tower, his body motionless.

All actions begin with thought and instinct. When both instinct and thought are locked, even Dao Integration is nothing more than a walking corpse.

This was darkness, and absolute suppression. Beneath the Hongshi Suppression Tower's brilliant light, only Hongshi had the right to 'think,' only He could imagine, possess power, and execute judgment.

Only He was the 'Great Emperor,' and all subjects should listen to His wisdom and follow the path He pointed out.

Everything would no longer be double-standardized. They would no longer be able to be harsh on others and tolerant of themselves—because everything under heaven could only follow one standard.

That was Hongshi.

The Hongshi Suppression Tower dropped its resplendent holy light, like a falling star. This was the Great Dao of the Hongshi Emperor's suppression of many worlds, a natal magic treasure that used suppression to carry out the heart of salvation!

[This kind of suppression?!]

[...Cough, this is Hongshi's power?!]

But before Su Zhou, it was the two Dao Integration experts, Taiyi Tianfeng and Xuan Renzi, who spoke first.

Within the Hongshi Suppression Tower, there were suppressed all the Celestial Immortals and higher-level experts that Hongshi had defeated since His Dao Enlightenment. Most of them were cold and ruthless, committing all kinds of evil, fitting the typical villain image in most stories and legends—killing innocent people indiscriminately, acting as they pleased, regarding mortals as food, and even treating entire civilizations as their private property.

Of course, a small portion might be slightly better, at most having some twisted values. For example, Xuan Renzi hadn't done anything particularly evil, at most not wanting a second Dao Integration expert to appear in his universe... But most of the other beings were more evil than humans could imagine.

Because they were Immortals and Gods, Dao Integration experts, even a joke could destroy billions of mortal families, or even destroy thousands of civilizations and kingdoms.

But now, all the imprisoned in the tower were wailing and screaming.

Because Hongshi's power was first applied to them, depriving them of all their power and connection to the Great Dao—the Hongshi Suppression Tower was almost a complete small universe. With the blessing of Dao Integration divine power, its blockade of the Great Dao was dozens of times stronger than a universe that rejected a Dao Integrator's Great Dao, enough to turn all the experts He had defeated into mortals.

This was the greatest torment for them.

For example, Tianfeng and Xuan Renzi.

Taiyi is the beginning of the origin, the central uniqueness!

Tianfeng, who was originally revered as the Supreme One in his universe, had lost all rights. Whether it was his subjects, citizens, wives, children, or all the power and authority he could originally obtain with a wave of his hand, all had been lost.

In the newest layer of the Hongshi Suppression Tower, he was like a rooster whose throat had been slit, plucked, and bled, slumped on the ground. His originally bright feathers were all dirty and falling off, losing all his ambition and original high spirits.

And Xuan Renzi was slightly better. This old Daoist was still sitting cross-legged at the bottom of the tower. He closed his eyes, sensing that his Great Dao, and Tianfeng's Great Dao, and even the Great Dao of all the experts defeated by Hongshi, were all drawn by the Suppression Tower, turning into its incomparably majestic power to attack its enemies.

He had lost the right to become stronger, lost freedom, lost all the divine powers and cultivation that could be called 'carefree.' If there was anything in this multiverse that he hated the most, then the current situation was it.

He would rather die than be sealed here.

[And this is Hongshi's purpose]

Opening his eyes, Xuan Renzi sighed. He said bitterly: [This is Hongshi's punishment for us—because we turned a deaf ear to the suffering of the living beings in our universe, sitting idly by as their suffering occurred, falling into the most desperate situation, so He also put us in the most desperate situation, directly facing the darkness and terror that those mortals once faced]

[He's crazy!] Tianfeng shrieked: [What do those mortals have to do with us? They like to kill each other, how can I control them all? I wish they would all abide by the law and be good, but they just won't listen!]

Saying this, sensing that his power was being continuously extracted to suppress that 'Torch Dragon,' Tianfeng said angrily: [He's going crazy himself, why does He demand that we go crazy with him?! I have already repaid the karma from before my Dao Enlightenment, all those who helped me have received their rewards, what do the rest have to do with me, why should I be responsible for their lives and deaths, for these trivial matters?!]

[Alas]

And Xuan Renzi sighed: [It's just that we lost]

This was more practical than any reason.

Just like now.

Even Su Zhou, who had received the inheritance and empowerment of tens of thousands of Dao Integration experts in the Universe's End Tavern, whose foundation was far deeper than most Dao Integration experts, was suppressed when facing Hongshi's suppression, which fused all the Great Dao divine power of his past enemies.

In the midst of loud roars and crisp metallic collisions, Su Zhou's body was directly sent flying, the right hand holding the blade breaking irregularly, purple-blue blood splattering across the void. He himself was like a shooting star flying backwards, smashing through one illusory Great Dao void realm after another and drifting world wreckage along the way.

Along the way, blood turned into mist, permeating the void, large swaths of world dust scattered, drawing a very obvious straight line in the void.

And all the Great Dao void realms stained by this blood obtained the energy and matter they needed most, and then began to gradually glow, turning from illusion to reality.

With a single strike hitting home, the Hongshi Emperor's expression was not good. The man's expression was grave, his crimson eyes staring at the direction Su Zhou was flying backwards.

--What He originally wanted was to suppress this Torch Dragon, not to knock him away... Clearly, this Primordial Torch Dragon had his thoughts and imagination suppressed by Him just now, why could he still wield his blade in resistance?

Although He thought for a moment, in the next instant, He rose up, transforming into divine light, catching up with Su Zhou at a speed faster than his backwards flight, and then suppressed him once again with the tower!

[If I'm not sure, I'll try again]

Rumble!

The Suppression Tower fell straight down, but at this moment, Su Zhou, who originally had dazed eyes, regained his agility. He once again waved the twisted hand holding the blade, resolutely slashing at the Suppression Tower!

The light of the blade swept across the sky, bringing a light arc in the surrounding void that could span thousands of worlds. It shook away the Suppression Tower, the sharp blade seeming to want to cleave open the tower wall, like splitting the barrier of an entire universe.

But accompanied by another wail echoing within the tower, knife marks and blood flowers appeared on Tianfeng and Xuan Renzi, blood flowing, but not fatally.

All the experts in the entire Suppression Tower shared the power of this strike. Tianfeng and Xuan Renzi could shout out now because they had just entered, while the others who had been imprisoned for a long time had long become accustomed to it.

"Good!"

Freeing himself from the Suppression Tower's suppression, Su Zhou retreated a long distance and exclaimed: "Good divine power!"

"To call it suppression, sealing my 'imagination,' 'thinking,' and 'memory,' sounds like brute force suppression and sealing... Ordinary Dao Integration experts would indeed be misled." Saying this, Su Zhou looked at the Hongshi Emperor, his eyes burning as he said in the face of the other party's silent gaze: "In fact, this is not an attack at all—Hongshi, this is 'empathy'! A peculiar sharing and blessing!"

"You are simply using the Dao of Salvation to share and empathize with me for the 'darkness' and 'despair' that you once personally experienced!"

[As expected of the Primordial Torch Dragon, one of the strongest Dao Integration experts to rise miraculously in the multiverse]

Hongshi didn't hide anything. He nodded: [Because I work hard in the fields, I don't even have time to recall the past or look forward to the future. I can only plow and fertilize day after day, praying that there won't be any major droughts, locust plagues, blizzards, or floods]

[Because I lost everything due to murder and fell into despair, I can't even imagine hope or imagine the future. I can only kneel in the pool of my family's blood and wail, waiting for death to come]

[Because I have worked too long, too tired, and too dazed, even the ability to think has disappeared. I can only sit blankly in my office chair, watching the screen go into standby]

Saying this, He gripped the Suppression Tower in his hand, and said lightly: [Dao Integration experts have long forgotten these tears that have not flowed out, and I am just sharing these helpless despairs with them—Tianfeng and Xuan Renzi were defeated in an instant, they were defeated by the deepest darkness they imagined]

[They have lost their power and freedom, and can only stay in the tower to reflect until they make up their minds to 'save' their desperate selves before they can come out of the tower]

He said: [I'm very curious, Primordial Torch Dragon, how did you break free? What you can sense is the darkness and despair you fear the most, the deepest you can imagine. Why can you break free so quickly?]

"It's actually very difficult. It took me a long time."

Su Zhou said: "It took me a long time to kill my past self and no longer fear or despair."

As Hongshi frowned, Su Zhou raised the blade in front of him.

The Extinction Blade burned, but it didn't consume anything. On the contrary, the light released by this fiery divine blade was filled with 'the power of existence,' which was the Dao of the Primordial God Monarch. Su Zhou absorbed His power and turned it into his own use.

The power of existence illuminated the void, reflecting on Su Zhou's face, solemn and peaceful.

What exactly is absolute darkness? And what is the most unacceptable and despairing future that all living beings in the multiverse have always believed in?

There is actually no standard answer to this question. After all, there are too many types of living beings, and they are not the same. For humans, a universe without light is absolute darkness, but for magical creatures, or for pure entropy universes like Entropy Shadows, it doesn't matter whether there is light or not. They have no concept of light.

Humans find it difficult to understand their standards, and vice versa.

Even within humans, the darkness between different classes is different—those with power fear losing power, those with assets fear losing assets, those with land fear losing land, those with force hate their powerlessness...

The light in their hearts is not the same, so the shadows of darkness are also different.

Only one point.

What those who have nothing fear is also what all humans fear.

That is, no future.

Death? Death is just disappearance, worthy of fear and resistance, but not worthy of eternal and endless despair... So-called despair is precisely knowing that there is a possibility of hope, but knowing even more clearly that you will never be able to touch it.

Before Hongshi's suppression arrived, what Su Zhou sensed was not the loss of power, the loss of authority, or the loss of freedom. Without power, he would cultivate again, without power and freedom, he would just be without. His despair was not these things.

The darkness that Su Zhou feared the most, that he was most unwilling to see, was a solidified world, where all living beings lived the same days, generation after generation, in cycles. They would always have to work hard, always be oppressed and trampled on, they would never have enough to eat and be happy, and they would never be able to live in peace.

There was no hope, and there was no way to change fate and class. The lowly could only be lowly, only eternally and forever like this, and their children and descendants would have to walk the same old road that they had already seen the end of. Everyone could not see any upward light, living was just living, only a pool of stagnant water-like dimness.

Being in it, Su Zhou felt a suffocation as if he were about to die. He felt a fear and trepidation that he had never imagined—he stayed in place blankly, unable to move because of the despair that Hongshi showed him.

Therefore.

"We must take action and we must change."

Stepping forward, drawing his blade, the young man said: "Fear? It's right to be afraid—I was born to illuminate this darkness."

"And your brilliance."

Su Zhou gathered his strength, he said softly: "In my eyes, it's actually also very evil."

"But you are more correct than most people... Indeed, you're right, Hongshi, it's really unlikely that we can unite now. Unless you realize your mistakes and correct them, I can't help but want to attack you after seeing you."

After saying this, the sound of a blade rang out.

Clang!

Firelight scorched the world, and the blade split the sky.

Su Zhou had already been accumulating power during the exchange. At this moment, he erupted, and a huge Torch Dragon phantom appeared behind his body. In the vagueness, it could be seen that divine power from all over the multiverse was gathering on him.

He became serious.

Hongshi's eyes also narrowed when he saw this scene, but his expression eased a lot.

[It should be like this]

This Dao Integration expert did not dodge. He faced it head-on. With each step he took, the light around him became more brilliant and magnified, until after ten steps, He had transformed into a giant god who could hold an ordinary world in his hand: [Let's fight—]

What responded to Hongshi was a brilliant blade light, and the breath and attacks emitted by countless Torch Dragon phantoms.

In the void, steel blades, pure light streams, and the roots, branches, and leaves of lush divine trees were born out of thin air in an instant. The millions of Torch Dragon shadows that appeared behind Su Zhou transformed between illusion and reality. They spread and expanded in the void, tearing and attacking each other, like a person constantly criticizing himself. A more solid shell emerged from the torn flesh and blood.

The Torch Dragon's attack covered Hongshi in an instant, but in the next instant, a gray-brown river erupted like a volcano, shaking away and tearing apart all the blade lights and breaths. The Great Emperor held the high tower in his hand, solemnly ordering all attacks to retreat.

But this was not the end. Dragon claws, intertwined branches, giant tail strangulation, and sharp-toothed tearing surged again after being repelled, turning into a cyan-purple river, while the gray-brown river entangled with it, like a dragon and a snake fighting each other, pressing close.

Various attacks that could kill Immortals and destroy worlds were constantly derived from the two rays of light. They were using all their strength in this close-quarters battle, using fighting and killing as a means of communication, asking questions and answering questions to each other. The fragments and scales that fell off their bodies were flowing in the void, forming a vortex-like structure, and in the vortex, the boiling heat was rolling, with new creations of the Great Dao being born from the wreckage and fragments, and then beginning to follow their main bodies, continuing to fight with the enemy's fragment derivations.

Because they both recognized that the other was correct, there was no need to communicate at all.

Because they both knew that the other would not be persuaded, there was no need to guide them at all.

Because they both knew that 'wrong monsters' would be instantly defeated when faced with correctness, just like those Dao Integration experts who were instantly defeated when facing the two of them, only correctness could compete with correctness.

Therefore, the Torch Dragon and Hongshi recognized each other's correctness.

Therefore, they must defeat each other, and then carry out 'salvation' or 'innovation'!

[Torch Dragon, you have never seen those sufferings—you are too young, so you can fantasize]

Hongshi was now holding His Suppression Tower upside down—this immediately turned the dignified Great Dao magic treasure into the simplest mace. He advanced forward, avoiding Su Zhou's slanted slash while also staggering his figure. Hongshi swung the high tower and smashed it on Su Zhou's shoulder. Immediately, the young man's muscles and bones were shattered, and the Extinction Blade in his hand also fell away.

But Su Zhou did not hesitate. Physical damage was meaningless to Dao Integration experts. Without destroying the universes branded with their respective Great Daos, they could only be suppressed and sealed at most. His arm that had been smashed broke in an instant and turned into a boneless dragon tail tentacle, with scales erected on it, each of which was a small Extinction Blade. He whipped Hongshi's face with all his strength, the blade-like scales shaving off all of the other's facial features and flesh.

But similarly, this was just an injury that could be healed with a breath. Hongshi sighed. He ignored his injuries and raised his right hand, holding the high tower in his hand. Immediately, a grand and ancient aura surged out, like a vortex spinning.

[Fantasies cannot become reality]

In Hongshi's hand, the Suppression Tower and even the surrounding void and space-time turbulence began to twist and deform, turning into a long spear. The Great Emperor swung it with all his strength, piercing through Su Zhou's chest, forcibly pinning him to death in the void.

But in contrast, Su Zhou also raised a finger, and the Extinction Blade immediately shattered and bloomed, like a steel flower blooming in the void. The divine blade, which contained thousands of different blade intents, even condensed into a surging river of blades, as agile as a living thing between gathering and scattering. He completely ignored his injuries, but instead manipulated the blade river transformed from the Extinction Blade to attack the Hongshi giant god who had lost the protection of the Suppression Tower, easily breaking through his condensed solid defense like a toothpick piercing a plastic film.

"And you are afraid."

Su Zhou endured the pain that was as common as eating a meal. He held one hand on the long spear transformed from the Suppression Tower, and then pulled it out with force—the end of the long spear had many barbs, and pulling it out was equivalent to completely tearing apart and crushing his internal organs, and also pulling out a large piece of flesh and blood. But all this pain was far less than the emotions that surged in the young man's heart when he saw a girl crying because she had lost her mother.

He casually threw the long spear transformed from the Suppression Tower aside. Su Zhou didn't care about Hongshi's recovery of his magic treasure: "You are fighting me because of fear."

Naturally, Hongshi, who had had half of his flesh and blood scraped away by the Extinction Blade River, was the same. He threw the Extinction Blade that had been shaken off him aside. The two looked at each other, and all they could see was a belief that was so firm that the other felt like a rock of steel.

[Of course I'm afraid]

Such thoughts came, ethereal yet real: [I'm afraid I can't defeat you, I'm afraid I can't defeat you anymore]

[Torch Dragon, your belief and determination are simply incredible. Only those who believe in fantasies are like this. If I don't fight you now, a year later, I will be suppressed by you like I suppressed Tianfeng and Xuan Renzi. Two years later, I'm afraid I will be directly crushed, and three years later, you may be able to achieve the Flood]

[At that time, I will definitely be defeated, of course I'm afraid] He said: [But even so, I will fight you, because you are wrong]

"You too." Su Zhou frankly admitted all these guesses, and he asked back: "But I will change, what about you?"

There was no response.

The two Dao Integration experts were still entangled and fighting. Their battlefield took place on hundreds of millions of battle lines. A trace of flesh and blood or scales that fell from them, a breath they exhaled, or even a trace of emotion they emitted, could be materialized in the void. Su Zhou stretched out his hand, and a phantom world appeared, and then turned into reality in his palm, and then twisted and reshaped into a battle axe, which he threw out.

And Hongshi just looked at the battle axe. His gaze materialized in the void, and then turned into two roaring divine dragons. These two divine dragons were wrapped around the battle axe, and while they were being cut to pieces themselves, they also twisted and crushed the battle axe.

But this was not the end. The corpses of the divine dragons and the fragments of the battle axe were still constantly being activated. Tiny fungi grew on the corpses of the divine dragons, spreading and extending, and finally turned into a jellyfish floating in the void, whipping out poisonous barbs, while on the battle axe, the decaying rust was constantly spreading, and scarlet rust moths jumped out from it, fighting with the jellyfish.

The jellyfish shattered, the moths dissipated, and there was new life, reincarnation, endless—Dao Integration experts are not only immortal themselves, but even their power, their divine powers and spells, and even a glance can be immortal, fighting endlessly. With Su Zhou and Hongshi as the core, a vast and boundless void has been occupied by the many Great Dao derivatives they have created. Most of the derivatives will dissipate after the end of the two people's battle, but if some can survive and retain their self-will, then perhaps there will be a batch of Immortals and Gods born.

No, ordinary Dao Integration experts cannot manipulate their power as precisely as these two, and they absolutely do not have such eternal and endless fighting spirit and willpower. They twist the void and the world, and use the foundation of all things and the iron laws of nature as materials to forge their respective weapons and claws.

[Ahhhhh—why?!?]

In the Suppression Tower, which was being attacked arbitrarily and thrown aside arbitrarily, Tianfeng once again endured Su Zhou's attack. At this moment, in addition to extreme pain, he also felt the most intense and inexplicable feeling: [What exactly are they killing each other here for, I don't understand at all!]

[What correctness, what reason, what bullshit salvation and innovation, what is this supposed to be doing?!]

Precisely because he knew that he had been suppressed, he could angrily scold. Tianfeng vibrated his feathers but could not fly, looking like a colorful chicken with messy feathers: [Do we Dao Integration experts need so many rules and regulations to bind ourselves?!]

[As long as we ensure that there is life in the universe that continues to multiply and grow, and that there is no extinction in progress, that's enough. It's meaningless if the development is too good. As long as there is no second Dao Integration expert, it doesn't matter how good the mortals' lives are]

If Dao Integration experts could be mass-produced, they would all be Dao Integration experts long ago.

The power of Dao Integration is vast, enough to accumulate resources infinitely, but this cannot allow the strong at the end of the Heavenly Venerate to break through to the point of controlling the Great Dao.

Therefore, almost all Dao Integration experts are pursuing some ethereal things to avoid their own Dao transformation. They just sweep the snow in front of their own doors.

Because of these reasons, whether it was Tianfeng or Xuan Renzi, they both felt perplexed by the battle between Su Zhou and Hongshi: [In the past, our battles in the Three Realms were essentially just to pass the time]

[But now... Look at this momentum]

Xuan Renzi murmured: [They, are real]

[Want to kill each other]

That was indeed the case.

Before today, Hongshi had never thought that he would have to deal with such a difficult enemy. Similarly, before today, Su Zhou had never imagined that there would be such a powerful enemy who could fight him head-on, and even vaguely suppress him.

The souls of both sides were burning fiercely. In this multiverse space-time, only they could resist each other.

Naturally, only the other could cause harm to the other, or even kill them.

The Hongshi Emperor now clearly understood one thing—the Primordial Torch Dragon did not care at all whether he was wrong or not. On the contrary, he welcomed his injuries with absolute joy and happiness, because every failure proved his shortcomings. He made his soul and will boil, and swallowed all despair and pain with a hearty laugh.

And similarly, he could completely understand this joy. That was the roar of his Great Dao. Only such an existence was worthy of salvation—what was the point of talking to someone who was wrong? Only someone who was clearly also correct, saving them, sharing his Dao, was the true meaning!

This was a fight and battle between correctness and correctness.

And all of this was to prove one thing.

—Who is more correct—