Gods, Demons and Emperors

Fang Chen passed through a white world.

Come to a place where birds are singing and flowers are fragrant.

This is an isolated island floating in the dark void.

A small stream divides the island into two halves, surrounded by green grass and various flowers.

And there is a hut deep in the island.

Next to the house is a medicine garden where some elixirs are grown.

It looks like it's tens of thousands of years old.

There is a pavilion on the cliff behind the hut.

At this moment, an old man was sitting in the pavilion.

The old man has white hair and a childlike face, a fairy-like spirit, and a long white beard, about three feet long, surrounding his body, giving him the appearance of an immortal.

At this moment, he was looking at the chessboard on the table, lost in thought.

When I got closer, I saw that this was not a chess game.

It's just that black and white each occupy half of the board and are in a stalemate.

Fang Chen was speechless, just stood aside quietly, waiting for the old man to finish thinking.

This stop is for two days.

"well."

A long sigh sounded, and the old man said: "Each side has its own side. Although the balance is maintained, this balance will eventually be broken one day."

He looked up at Fang Chen and asked, "When the time comes, which side will you help?"

Hearing this, Fang Chen understood that he was asking about the Tiantian Clan and the Elf Clan.

The two sides have always maintained a balance, but after this incident, the balance was destined to be broken.

He replied: "I will help whomever my heart is in."

"Then who is your heart toward?" the old man asked.

"I am a creature of Qitian Continent, so I will naturally help Qitian Continent." He replied.

This answer told the old man that he was on the side of the elves.

The old man looked at Fang Chen deeply, pointed to the chessboard and asked: "How can you break the deadlock?"

"Simple."

Fang Chen stepped forward and swept the black chess pieces to the ground with a wave of his hand.

Suddenly there were only white chess left on the chessboard, and no black chess remained.

"Isn't that good?" he said.

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly and asked again: "Would it be too much to kill them all?"

Fang Chen asked back: "If we don't kill them all, how about we wait for them to recover and take revenge?"

This answer told the old man that he was not a person with excessive conscience.

The old man looked deeply at Fang Chen and said with emotion: "I didn't expect that the human race would actually have the strength to compete for the top spot. It seems that the outside world has changed a lot."

"Also?"

Fang Chen heard something else and asked, "Did the elves also have the strength to compete for the top spot back then?"

The old man nodded proudly: "Of course, my elven clan was the most promising clan to reach the top."

But when he said this, his expression became a bit gloomy: "It's a pity that most of the elves have been destroyed because of me."

Fang Chen asked: "Senior is the Lord of the Holy Mountain?"

The old man nodded, but then shook his head.

"I am indeed, but it is just a trace of the residual thoughts left by the Lord of the Holy Mountain. It will dissipate soon."

The Lord of the Holy Mountain said: "If you have anything to ask, just ask."

Fang Chen didn't intend to be polite and asked directly: "Why do you do this, senior? Is it because of the Tiantian Clan?"

The Lord of the Mountain Shenshan sighed and said: "Back then, our clan was preparing to compete for the top spot. Unexpectedly, this clan pretended to be members of the Yanjiao clan and entered our territory with the lie of alliance. They planned to seize my clan's state territory while our clan was fighting for the top!"

"They also have a powerful person who is at the same level as me, and his strength is still above mine!"

"In order to take over our clan, we have made every preparation."

"Seal the state and prevent me from sending reinforcements to other tribes."

"And quickly occupied all parts of our clan's state territory, intending to win a quick victory."

"Our clan had no preparations, so we were naturally caught off guard. Countless clan members died in that battle."

When he said this, his face became extremely gloomy, and he had never forgotten his hatred for the Tiantian Clan.

But then he let out a long sigh again, with a sad look on his face.

"In order to stop their plan, I can only sacrifice myself and severely injure the opponent and repel them."

"But at that time, many members of the Tuntian clan had already entered our clan's territory, and I was unable to resist them."

"In order to prevent our clan from completely becoming slaves, and also to prevent the Tiantian clan from invading Qitian Continent."

"I made a treasonous decision."

"Sacrifice our clan to fight for luck and divide the great domain into upper and lower domains."

"The great region has been sealed again, so that the Devouring Heaven Clan cannot continue to support them."

"And with Kai Yan as the sealing pillar, the current situation was formed."

"In this way, our clan has some breathing space and can continue to fight against the Tiantian clan."

Fang Chen was greatly shocked.

Sacrifice yourself to defeat the enemy!

Sacrifice your race to stop the enemy!

How much determination does it take to make such a decision!

Know how to do it! The entire elven race is likely to be wiped out!

No other clan will remember that the Elf clan perished in order to prevent the invasion of the Tiantian clan!

But in order to stop the Tiantian Clan's plan, for Qitian Continent.

The Lord of the Holy Mountain still made such a decision.

Even if he knew that doing so would plunge his race into dire straits.

"Thank you for your generosity, senior!"

Fang Chen bowed deeply and showed his greatest respect.

"It doesn't have to be this way."

The Lord of the Mountain God looked sad and said: "I am a sinner. I caused the elves to fall into the fire. I am sorry for the master, and I am also sorry for the compatriots who have high hopes for me."

This was the self-blame of the Lord of the Holy Mountain before his death, and it was also deeply imprinted in his grief.

For tens of thousands of years, this trace of regret has been spent in self-blame.

The pain kept tormenting him.

If he hadn't made his final contribution to the elves, he would have become obsessed with this kind of torture.

He asked: "How is the elves doing now? How many strong men are there left?"

Fang Chen replied: "There are only two powerful people in the spiritual sea realm in the Elf clan now."

The look of the Lord of the Holy Mountain became darker and darker: "There are only two people left? The elves have really completely declined."

At this moment, the figure of the Lord of the Holy Mountain is getting darker and darker, and it seems that there are signs of dissipating at any time.

Fang Chen saw this and said quickly: "But even so, the elves have never let go of their pride. They still fight against the Tiantian Clan and never back down."

When the Lord of the Holy Mountain heard this, his expression softened slightly.

Fortunately, the pride of the elves is still there.

He couldn't disappear like this, he had to do his last thing.

His eyes fell on Fang Chen, and he smiled slightly and said: "You practice the path of gods and demons. This path is designated as a dead end by the laws of heaven and earth."

Fang Chen was silent, he naturally knew that this was a dead end.

But he has already stepped on this road, and even if it is a dead end, he has to find a way out!

"Of course, the dead end determined by the laws of heaven and earth is not really a dead end. You can also find a way out."

"And if you want to find a way out, I have a treasure that will be of great help to you."

As he finished speaking, a golden light flashed in his hand, and a bell appeared in his hand.

This bell is very ordinary, golden in color and shaped like a giant bell.

It's just that the bell is missing a corner in two places, so it's not complete.

But when it appeared, the small tower in Fang Chen's dantian began to stir.

Fang Chen's heart moved.

The bell that can make even a small tower agitate must be extremely extraordinary! It is not an exaggeration to even say that it is above the divine weapons.

You must know that when they first met the magic weapon, the small tower didn't even move.

The mountain master looked at the bell with a complicated expression: "Old friend, it's time to say goodbye."