Chapter 219: White Robe Hongjun's Confusion

The two men, each with their own hidden agenda, said goodbye to each other.

Tang Xuan was sent out of the Conferred God List.

A man with a cold face appeared beside the white-robed Hongjun.

The white-robed Hongjun said without turning his head: "What's wrong? Can't wait to go out and be the Emperor of Heaven?"

The cold man was the black-robed Hongjun who had changed his appearance.

A hazy halo spread around him, and after the halo dissipated, a face exactly the same as the white-robed Hongjun was revealed.

"Why didn't you kill Jiang Ziya?"

The voice of the black-robed Hongjun was like the ice in the Nine Nether Hell. Just hearing it can make the blood in the human body flow poorly and the thinking stagnate.

He even changed his appearance and was waiting to go to the main world to be the Emperor of Fengqiu. As a result, such a thing suddenly happened, disrupting his plan and making him very unhappy.

The white-robed Hongjun sighed softly: "It has happened. What can you change even if you kill him?"

The black-robed Hongjun raised his eyebrows and said: "It can relieve my anger."

The two people exuded completely opposite auras, like the two poles of yin and yang, the confrontation of ice and fire.

The white-robed Hongjun was silent for a few breaths. He slowly stood up and turned his head to look at the realm outside the light. The darkness was driven away by his eyes, revealing the dead silence covered by it.

The bodies of countless immortals who were dying sat facing them. Some of them were severely rotten, and their eye sockets were even sunken into a pair of black pits.

"Because of our decision, the prehistoric continent was torn into pieces, and the chaos annihilated most of the creatures. Now there are very few immortals left." The white-robed Hongjun said slowly, "The fewer we kill, the more we will have."

"So we have to keep those who rebel?"

The black-robed Hongjun's eyes were piercingly cold.

"Jiang Ziya is not rebellious, he is just dissatisfied with our current situation and has given up on himself." The white-robed Hongjun turned to the black-robed Hongjun and said, "There are many such immortals. They will do the same thing after they go out. Do you want to kill them all?"

The black-robed Hongjun's eyes were filled with strong malice, and his eyes clearly told the white-robed Hongjun his answer.

White-robed Hongjun sighed: "They just lost themselves temporarily. I believe that when the prehistoric world prospers again, the way of heaven descends upon the world again, and the immortals can roam the world freely again, they will understand us."

Black-robed Hongjun said coldly: "I don't agree with what you said, I can only hope so."

White-robed Hongjun nodded and said: "You go back and rest. When you can go out, I will send you a message."

"Good."

A black-red light rose under the feet of black-robed Hongjun. After the light faded, he disappeared from the spot.

Only white-robed Hongjun stood alone on the high platform. White-robed Hongjun stared straight at the direction where the bodies of the immortals spread, and felt a kind of atmosphere that made him depressed.

White-robed Hongjun suddenly asked the air: "My Lord, is the path we decided on correct?"

The voice drifted farther and farther, and became lighter and lighter until it disappeared completely.

No one answered his question.

White-robed Hongjun's expression did not change at all, as if it was normal not to get an answer, but he still stared in that direction, as if he was expecting an answer.

In fact, neither he nor the black-robed Hongjun is Hongjun. They are Hongjun's good and evil thoughts.

When Hongjun Daozu was seriously injured, he forcibly refined the small world. In order to make the small world take shape, he had to integrate himself into it, becoming a life similar to the way of heaven and leaving them to manage the small world with a special method.

With the lack of energy in the small world, Hongjun Daozu's consciousness also fell into a coma for several epochs. Before the coma, Hongjun Daozu entrusted them to lead the immortals out of the predicament on his behalf.

Since then, this matter has become their mission.

They must get the immortals out of the predicament of being trapped in the small world no matter what. In order to achieve this goal, good has learned to make evil decisions, and evil has learned to think like good.

They are born based on good and evil. The ambiguity of good and evil will shake the foundation of their existence. They have paid a heavy price for this, and at this moment they have reached the end of their lives.

If they still cannot complete their mission in this era, they will have no chance.

So they decided to plunder the energy of this era to replenish the small world, but they don't know whether this decision is correct.

There is no doubt that their actions will cause irreparable damage to the creatures of this era and lead this era to destruction.

This is certainly in line with the needs of survival, but the pursuit of immortals is far more than survival. They also pursue Tao, etiquette, and flawless self.

White-robed Hongjun cannot understand this, but he knows that these are no less important to immortals than survival.

If some immortals knew the plan of him and Black-robed Hongjun, they would definitely take the initiative to end their lives, even if they have been suffering for countless years waiting for the revival of the prehistoric world.

And the remaining immortals have lost Tao, abandoned etiquette, and forgotten themselves. Can such immortals still be called immortals?

Are they helping immortals or destroying immortals?

During this period, White-robed Hongjun often wondered, if the original body was still awake, what would he do, would he approve of their approach?

White-robed Hongjun looked at the depths of the small world in confusion, stood there, and said nothing for a long time.

"You are faster this time than last time."

Tang Xuan just stepped out of the Conferred God List and heard such a sentence that caught him off guard.

Lin Wan asked with concern: "How is the talk?"

"The discussion went well. Inform the leader to create the sub-godhood Zhao Gongming first." Tang Xuan replied, "Hongjun and I have reached a verbal agreement. If Zhao Gongming investigates here and confirms that the Federation has information about neutron battle stars and advanced civilizations, the immortal will make a big concession."

Lin Wan said happily, "Does that mean it's a deal?"

Tang Xuan nodded thoughtfully, "I guess so. Hongjun was in the wrong and didn't argue with me too much."

After leaving the List of Gods, he recalled the behavior and expression of the white-robed Hongjun during the previous conversation. He felt that the white-robed Hongjun seemed to have something on his mind, which distracted him when discussing the new conditions and he didn't argue with him.

Lin Wan nodded and said, "Just now the psychiatrist said that our polluted diplomats are receiving treatment and will be able to get rid of the mental influence in a short time."

Tang Xuan was slightly startled: "Are they okay?"

"The mental bewitching of Jiang Ziya is superficial. Even if he does not receive treatment, his good impression of the immortal will naturally fade after ten days or half a month." Lin Wan paused, "What's the matter with Jiang Ziya? Did Hongjun explain it to you?"

Lin Wan had many questions in her heart. She had already thought that these diplomats could not be saved.

"Hongjun said that Jiang Ziya was crazy and was a special case, but I think there may be other hidden reasons for this matter." Tang Xuan paused, "I now suspect that Hongjun cooperated with us to strengthen their small world. He wanted to take energy from us to replenish himself."