Chapter 332: Working In Silence

"Yes, I also feel someone is behind Lady Fang. Who's hiding there? Call them out for us to see," several of the old demons chimed in, none of whom were easy to deal with.

The Female Practitioner glanced forward, issuing a warning, "Blood Ancestor, better remind your disciples in time that consuming human blood and essence is forbidden in the mortal realm, especially for your lineage."

Seeing her expression become stern and devoid of any smile, everyone else felt a chill. This was a clear signal that she was singling out a scapegoat.

Amidst the golden expanse, near the divine moon shrouded in blood mist, an old figure with blood-red hair and a chillingly fierce countenance appeared.

Wang Xuan watched with interest, having had dealings with someone from their lineage—Chi Meng, with whom he had traded Zheng Wu's heavenly blood.

He had a high regard for Chi Meng, who showed ruthlessness at crucial moments, daring to intervene and spoil the plans of Zheng Yuan Tian's direct descendant, thwarting the ambitions of a supreme being. Now, he found himself facing the progenitor of that lineage.

The Blood Ancestor's face darkened, "Lady Fang, isn't this a bit too demanding? Our people are accustomed to consuming blood; are you trying to end our tradition?"

He then looked around, "Everyone has their own issues. If we follow what Lady Fang suggests, wouldn't that mean we'd be digging our own graves?"

Zhang Dao Ling stepped in, "Old Ming, don't drag others into your opposition. Let's focus on your issue first."

Lady Fang calmly replied, "At your level of cultivation, why do you still need to drink blood? Even elixirs of the gods wouldn't be effective for you. If you really must keep this habit, there's a workaround. Upon reaching the mortal realm, you could open several large slaughterhouses; that would solve all your problems."

Everyone was left speechless, with the Blood Ancestor choked up and unable to recover.

"I, the grand Blood Sect, am to become a butcher?" he said with indignation.

"You essentially were one before," Lady Fang nodded, smiling lightly, "But in the mortal realm, you wouldn't be. That would be a legitimate business, widely accepted. It's time for you to start being a good person."

"Too much, Fang Yuzhu!" the Blood Ancestor's voice turned ice cold, showing a readiness to flip the table. The atmosphere suddenly became extremely tense—a clash between supreme beings could affect the stability of an entire celestial domain!

"Lady Fang, at that time, I nearly took your eight true lives, only a step away from ending you. Yet, you managed to escape by hiding within endless blood shadows," Lady Fang stated calmly. Such a record was astonishing, instilling unease and wariness in everyone present.

With her hair fluttering and a faint halo around her body, Lady Fang continued, "In the human realm, as our realms diminish, it will be difficult for you to conjure infinite blood shadows. If you act recklessly again, you won't be able to preserve your life." The Hades Blood Sect's founder's expression shifted between dark and light, a cold huff escaping him. Publicly humiliated, he was greatly dissatisfied but refrained from further confrontation. His fear was real; having nearly been vanquished in the celestial realm, and without his strongest reliance in the human world, he knew he was truly no match and felt vulnerable.

Wang Xuan was astonished that such a defiant figure chose silence, seemingly able to "pick up and let go" with ease. He couldn't help but admire; whether it was Fang Zhuyu's boldness in handling the progeny of the Demon Ancestor or Lady Fang's ability to make the supreme Hades Blood Sect founder submit, it all came down to power. He reflected on his own need to strive harder, silently vowing to reshape myths and swiftly ascend to power. Then, he too could go around acknowledging nephews and re-evaluating his adversaries from a position of unmatched strength.

Lady Fang, having slain more than one supreme being, held considerable deterrent power. At this moment, the Hades Blood Sect founder indeed became more compliant.

The Celestial Ancestor, Qi Teng, voiced his concerns, "Lady Fang, Fang Zhuyu, isn't this restriction too severe? We, who are beyond the ordinary, once commanded the rise and fall of heavens and earth. Returning to the human realm only to be confined by rules and regulations, what's the use of our celestial cultivation? The Celestials are meant to be free, wandering the world at will. If we adhere to human laws, are we still celestials?" His words found agreement among several supreme beings.

Lady Fang replied, "Qi Teng, on our return to reality, within the great veil, we've merely been adrift in thought, wandering beyond the material for millennia. It's time to awaken."

Grandmaster Ma added earnestly, "Old Qi, everyone, even as the transcendent tide fully recedes and myths collapse, we might retain some strength. But compared to annihilation-class warships, what do you think our odds are? Pushing ordinary humans to retaliate, with a 'bang,' an entire life-bearing planet could vanish. Is that the eternal freedom you seek?"

"Lady Fang, at that time, I nearly took your eight true lives, only a step away from ending you. Yet, you managed to escape by hiding within endless blood shadows," Lady Fang stated calmly. Such a record was astonishing, instilling unease and wariness in everyone present.

With her hair fluttering and a faint halo around her body, Lady Fang continued, "In the human realm, as our realms diminish, it will be difficult for you to conjure infinite blood shadows. If you act recklessly again, you won't be able to preserve your life." The Hades Blood Sect's founder's expression shifted between dark and light, a cold huff escaping him. Publicly humiliated, he was greatly dissatisfied but refrained from further confrontation. His fear was real; having nearly been vanquished in the celestial realm, and without his strongest reliance in the human world, he knew he was truly no match and felt vulnerable.

Wang Xuan was astonished that such a defiant figure chose silence, seemingly able to "pick up and let go" with ease. He couldn't help but admire; whether it was Fang Zhuyu's boldness in handling the progeny of the Demon Ancestor or Lady Fang's ability to make the supreme Hades Blood Sect founder submit, it all came down to power. He reflected on his own need to strive harder, silently vowing to reshape myths and swiftly ascend to power. Then, he too could go around acknowledging nephews and re-evaluating his adversaries from a position of unmatched strength.

Lady Fang, having slain more than one supreme being, held considerable deterrent power. At this moment, the Hades Blood Sect founder indeed became more compliant.

The Celestial Ancestor, Qi Teng, voiced his concerns, "Lady Fang, Fang Zhuyu, isn't this restriction too severe? We, who are beyond the ordinary, once commanded the rise and fall of heavens and earth. Returning to the human realm only to be confined by rules and regulations, what's the use of our celestial cultivation? The Celestials are meant to be free, wandering the world at will. If we adhere to human laws, are we still celestials?" His words found agreement among several supreme beings.

Lady Fang replied, "Qi Teng, on our return to reality, within the great veil, we've merely been adrift in thought, wandering beyond the material for millennia. It's time to awaken."

Fang Zhuyu added earnestly, "Old Qi, everyone, even as the transcendent tide fully recedes and myths collapse, we might retain some strength. But compared to annihilation-class warships, what do you think our odds are? Pushing ordinary humans to retaliate, with a 'bang,' an entire life-bearing planet could vanish. Is that the eternal freedom you seek?"

"Secondly, the transcendent shall remain transcendent, and all will follow the old rules. As long as the peace of the human world is not disturbed, you may go to the wilderness, overseas, to the starry sky, and use transcendent methods to resolve disputes among yourselves. However, you must not act within the dwelling places of ordinary humans." Lady Fang proposed the second rule, and there were no objections.

"Thirdly, all parties must work together to reshape mythology, using all means to continue the transcendent world. I believe no one wishes to see the dim end, truly falling back to where it all started, right?" When she proposed the third rule, everyone's expression changed. Given a choice, who would abandon transcendence? But now, there really was no way left.

They were supreme beings who had traversed all paths available—practitioners, Daoists, Buddhists, demonic cultivators, alchemists, those who harnessed radiation, and all kinds of mythical methods had been tried.

"Lady Fang, do you have a way to recreate the mythological world?" someone asked.

Lady Fang shook her head, "I don't. This rule is about doing our best without insisting on outcomes. We do as much as we can." She added, "For example, we can reopen those sealed places, leaving them for future generations to experience. Perhaps they could foster a different mythological path."

"Oh, so you're willing to reopen the Practitioner's Pure Land?" the Demon Ancestor inquired.

"Yes, while it's still possible to open it and it hasn't dried up, I am willing to restart the Practitioner's Pure Land," Lady Fang nodded.

She looked at the Demon Ancestor, "The Divine Land of Demons can also be unsealed, right?"

"No problem!" the red-dressed demonic fairy nodded with a smile.

The Demon Ancestor felt stifled; he hadn't agreed yet, but the demonic sovereign had already promised.

Fang Zhuyu said, "I think it's a good idea. Let's open all Pure Lands, Divine Nations, Immortal Gardens, and Demonic Lands. They are all part of an extraordinary space connected to one another, artificially separated by our respective followers, blocking the paths between them. Now, by reuniting them, we form an extraordinary realm."

"Although it is attached to the Old World, it exists in outer space, and given the current environment..." someone voiced their concerns, frowning.

"It's okay, take a spaceship there. The technology of the modern world is quite advanced," Old Zhang stated.

The crowd was left speechless. They were figures of mythology, and now their disciples and followers were to travel by spaceship for cultivation?

Wang Xuan was lost in thought. Was there a bizarre space outside the Old World, in outer space?

The founder of the Flying Sword spoke up, "But that place is very abnormal, which is why it was sealed in the first place. There are haunted spirits, unexplained fires, and strange forces infiltrating it. Many of the creatures there have gone mad. It's extremely dangerous for our descendants and even for us after our realms have fallen. We might encounter troubles there too."

The Female Practitioner's expression was solemn, "It's precisely because it's abnormal that it's worth exploring. The conventional myths have reached their ends, let's see what remnants can still be found in such an odd place."

Old Zhang said, "Everyone here has been in touch with the power of reality, right? There should be strands of it within the strange spaces in outer space. We've all been secretly digging into it, don't tell me you haven't tried. Let the newcomers have a go."

Over the years, seeing no hope within the existing mythological world, they indeed explored other forces, such as cultivating genuine medicine and capturing invisible strange substances.

Unfortunately, their progress was not promising, and they saw no dawn of a new mythology.

Wang Xuan was truly astonished. These individuals were incredibly powerful, also in touch with the power of reality? However, their direction might be different from his, or perhaps, they tried to forge a path but failed.

He was looking forward to it!

"It seems that some immortals are eager to get married off, hoping for a new transcendent vow to emerge," someone joked.

"The fourth rule..."