Chapter 2197: Awakening Swallows the Sea, Intoxicated Pushes the Heavenly Gate

Even with a thousand reasons – not wanting to show the bravery of a common man, considering the overall situation of the battlefield... not daring to fight is simply not daring to fight. Any explanation is a sign of weakness, and the more said, the more face is lost. So the demon race army on the other side simply fell silent.

This time, the original plan was to fight a long-term war with controlled intensity. They couldn't really dispatch top-level true demons just because of a few provocative words from Jiang Wang. The Godly Firmament was imminent, and the combat power of the heavenly demons would be even more crucial then. The cultivation of top-level true demons was the priority.

As for the dignity of Qi Xiang Lin and the other two... after becoming true for so many years, failing to single-handedly kill Jiang Wang and being pointed at and cursed, they could only endure it.

Flags fluttered in the wind. Jiang Wang quickly flew away from Chou Long Ferry, soaring swiftly through the sky above the Civilization Basin.

Recalling the initial frantic escape through the demon realm, being chased by Quan Ying Yang through the Godly Firmament world, holding the Undying Spring and the Knowledge Bell and barely clinging to life... what a difference now!

Finally, he understood that consecutively killing six true demons was a rare opportunity. If he was too eager in his heart, he was very likely to be taken advantage of by the demon race instead.

So Jiang Wang chose to leave temporarily.

He also had no intention of setting a trap and forcefully killing a true demon. Last time, Xiu Yuan had already seized the battlefield advantage, and he had descended suddenly and seized the opportunity. Now, with so many eyes watching and heavenly demons suppressing the array, if he rushed into the enemy's ranks, it would be difficult to get out.

Sui Ming City is located in the exact center of the Civilization Basin. It is the source of human civilization's fire in the Heavenly Prison world.

This city, established by the ancient human emperor, was built around the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons itself. The ancient human emperor personally led the army, killed their way into the demon realm, endured the demon race's瘋狂 counterattack, and did not retreat a single step.

Fighting surrounded them outside, while building the city surrounded them inside. It was in this unextinguished blood and fire that Sui Ming was built, brick by brick!

Every inch of land developed outwards from Sui Ming was poured with fresh blood, hence its solidity. For how many years and months, the flames of war have not been extinguished, and civilization has burned eternally, only lighting up the current Civilization Basin.

The Gate of Ten Thousand Demons is in the very center of Sui Ming City.

It is a surging, chaotic, enormous ball of light hanging over a solemn altar, swallowing green thunder and purple lightning, red fire and gray haze, sometimes also manifesting as an ancient, majestic stone gate.

That portal gives people such a grand feeling that even the entire Heavenly Prison world cannot compare to its vastness.

But sitting in front of the gate like a stone statue, Qin Chang Sheng, also cannot be ignored by people.

A knife lay across his knees, and a conical hat covered his forehead. He was not some imperial relative, nor was he from a famous sect. Because he was weak and sickly from a young age, his parents had the simplest expectations for him: to live healthily and long.

He only practiced the knife, specializing in one school of knife technique. And he actually carved out his own path in the martial Great Qin Empire.

Jiang Wang glanced at Qin Chang Sheng, saw that Qin Chang Sheng was too lazy to lift his eyes. Then he simply pretended not to see him, quickly turned, and walked away.

Qin Chang Sheng's voice rang out from behind: "No manners!"

Jiang Wang walked even faster: "I have urgent matters, rushing for time. I will certainly visit True Monarch Qin next time!"

Qin Chang Sheng coldly laughed twice: "When the human race's first heavenly pride came to the demon realm, he walked through the main gate of the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, under the gaze of the world, grandly and rightfully entering. Why when leaving, do you walk through the side door? Could it be that you're afraid of the Jing Country people?"

Jiang Wang didn't turn his head: "I'm curious about novelty!"

The various powerful figures of the world all opened side doors on the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons. This was the authority granted during the reign of Emperor Jing Qin.

Not far away was a high altar. The five doors representing Qin, Chu, Qi, Jing, and Mu were each illusory light shadows, suspended virtually above. One could see the portals by concentrating their spirit.

Jiang Wang glanced at the particularly magnificent Chu Country portal, then turned and walked into the divinely patterned, honorable Mu Country Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.

Although Yu Wen Guo was not seen, it did not affect his visit.

Upon arriving at the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, True Person Jiang specially went to see He Lian Yu Yi and requested a hand order. This great imperial clan member of Mu Country, representing Mu Country in conquering the demon realm as a True Person, although repeatedly refused to help Jiang Wang lure true demons, was very active in sending Jiang Wang into the grassland matter.

The inspection upon entering the gate was quiet and imperceptible, ending very quickly.

Wearing a divine crown and long robe, with extremely deep eyes, Tu Hu stood not far in front of the gate, his hands clasped in front, a smile on his face. Stepping out of the gate, they met.

This was a solemn hall, with many mysterious divine text manuscripts hanging on the four walls.

Jiang Wang doubtfully turned back to look, but restrained himself and did not ask.

"How, is it strange?" Tu Hu laughed: "Don't you know that the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons is opened in the Min He Temple?"

Jiang Wang didn't know whether the person in front was the human Tu Hu or the divine Tu Hu, only sincerely sighed: "Priest, you hold multiple positions. Truly laborious and meritorious!"

Tu Hu smiled, his eyes narrowed: "Perhaps you're saying I meddle in idle matters."

"What are you saying?" Jiang Wang made a surprised expression: "You are the second person I revere on the grassland. I wish you would meddle more in my idle matters!"

Tu Hu didn't ask who was first, not giving this boy the opportunity to flatter from afar. He just looked at him and said: "Enough idle talk. True Person Jiang, why have you come to the grassland this time?"

Jiang Wang sighed: "I have come to assist in the grassland border defense, to fight for the billions of people of the Great Mu Empire!"

"Well said!" Tu Hu clapped and praised, looking at him kindly: "For the billions of people of the Great Mu Empire, you should go back first. Our campaign to sweep the border wilderness has been temporarily stopped. There will be no fighting recently."

"Like this, ah..." Jiang Wang, of course, wouldn't turn back and leave. He lifted his steps and walked outwards: "No fighting is fine too. I will go and see for myself, patrol a bit, and be a guard soldier for the human race, checking for deficiencies and leaks on the life and death line."

Tu Hu casually circled him and shook his head: "I tell you, you finally managed to leave Heavenly Capital City, and finally rushed back from the demon realm. Why don't you go see your relatives and friends first, chat to comfort your longing? Why must you go to the border wilderness? Is your fate truly so laborious?"

With support from various sides in Heavenly Capital City, and the Too Virtual Alliance as a witness, Jiang Wang was able to have a relatively fair opportunity to personally kill six true demons of Jing Country. He couldn't let this support go to waste.

So after killing Ban Xia, his first sentence was "Open the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons for me."

He wanted to let various sides know that this was a correct decision, and that he could bear this support.

He never felt that fairness was bestowed by heaven. He was certain of his own power, determined by his own efforts, and also deeply grateful to all sincere support.

He wandered in multiple directions in the demon realm, seeking opportunities everywhere, annoying the true monarchs guarding Sui Ming City endlessly, making the military commanders of several dominant countries in the demon realm headache upon seeing him... For what?

Wasn't it to live up to this fairness in facing Jing Country?

There are no weak or foolish people in the Cave True realm. Wherever they are placed, they hold high positions and power, the backbone of a race. Everyone knows how difficult they are to kill. The goal of six true demons, six true evil Asuras, is absolutely impossible to achieve in one go—but at least he is making every effort to do this, fulfilling his declaration.

Jiang Wang didn't say these things.

He looked at the Great Priest of Mu Country wearing a divine crown, his voice suddenly raising: "I've come to the grassland precisely to visit relatives and conveniently kill a few true demons. My family is on the grassland, my younger brother Zhao Ru Cheng, and my younger sister-in-law He Lian Yun Yun— I am related to the Mu Heavenly Emperor by marriage, you know!"

"Humph!"

A cold hum came from outside. Zhao Ru Cheng pushed the door in: "Stop talking nonsense! You went to Heavenly Capital City for a duel and didn't even tell me a word!"

Jiang Wang's gaze swept over his face, then lightly jumped behind him, landing on the increasingly bright and noble grassland lady.

"Yun Yun!" He greeted enthusiastically, a brilliant smile also overflowing on his face: "Long time no see, you've become even more beautiful!"

He Lian Yun Yun pressed her own temple, her eyebrows smiling: "Big Brother Jiang is the human race's first heavenly pride, you mustn't coax me with words!"

Zhao Ru Cheng chased after Jiang Wang, questioning: "I'm married, aren't I your brother?"

Jiang Wang's ears seemed to only hear one side. He completely ignored Zhao Ru Cheng and said intimately to He Lian Yun Yun: "This is recognition from the human race's first heavenly pride. On the grassland, there is no woman more beautiful than you!"

He Lian Yun Yun laughed until her mouth couldn't close: "If you say so... I might believe it?"

Zhao Ru Cheng stuck to Jiang Wang as he walked: "Jiang Old Third, you're pretending to be deaf and dumb, what do you mean—"

He Lian Yun Yun pulled him to the side with one hand, making him stagger: "What do you mean, Zhao Ru Cheng? I'm talking with Big Brother Jiang, why do you keep interrupting!"

Zhao Ru Cheng's slightly injured peach blossom eyes widened. He stood there dumbfounded. Before marriage, you He Lian Yun Yun weren't this attitude, ah...

He Lian Yun Yun looked at Jiang Wang with a bright smile: "Big Brother Jiang, you worked hard in the demon realm. I've prepared good wine and just slaughtered a spirit beast to welcome you!"

"Ah. Little Sister Yun Yun is truly enthusiastic!" Jiang Wang sighed and said regretfully: "Unfortunately, ah, I may not have this good fortune with my mouth and cannot drink this cup of wine."

"How so?" He Lian Yun Yun asked concernedly: "Did you get injured somewhere in the demon realm and are not feeling well?"

"This... this is not good to say. You know, your Big Brother Jiang doesn't like to speak ill of people behind their backs. Forget it, forget it. Little sister-in-law, you go back first. Don't worry about my matters—"

As Jiang Wang spoke, he looked at Tu Hu with great entanglement and difficulty.

He Lian Yun Yun then also looked towards Tu Hu, smiling and asking: "Great Priest?"

Tu Hu shook his head and laughed, waving his hand: "Go, go, go."

He Lian Yun Yun was very polite, gesturing outwards: "Big Brother Jiang, please first."

Jiang Wang also extended his hand forward, gesturing: "Little sister, let's walk together and chat as we go."

The two then politely walked towards the outside of the hall like this.

Jiang Wang conveniently patted Zhao Ru Cheng's shoulder, leaving a sentence with a heavy heart in a sound transmission—

"You need to work harder, Little Five."

Zhao Ru Cheng lifted his hand to slap Jiang Wang's outstretched hand, but it hit empty space... He involuntarily gritted his teeth fiercely. Indeed, he needed to work harder! He was already working very hard, but he needed to work even harder!

The wine had three parts, the intention slightly drunk.

Jiang Wang lifted his long sword and left Yi Yang Palace.

He would not truly indulge in ease. After meeting with Little Five whom he hadn't seen for a long time and seeing this boy's married life, he stopped there.

Even if He Lian Yun Yun hadn't already prepared a banquet, to consider his sister-in-law's mood, he still wouldn't have eaten this meal.

Life itself is vast, the wind and frost of a long journey offer no rest.

"Why don't you drink anymore?" Not far outside the palace, a person stood, wearing a thick, long cloak, wrapping a long robe, covering themselves tightly and impenetrably.

This person had probably been standing here for a long time, but when speaking, they only then existed. Or perhaps before, it was just a mark, a waypoint. At this moment, it was the real powerful one.

A member of the Too Virtual Pavilion, Cang Ming.

Jiang Wang's feet didn't stop: "Three cups of watery wine are enough to comfort a lifetime."

Cang Ming smiled: "I didn't think Pavilion Member Jiang's alcohol tolerance was so poor."

Jiang Wang looked at him: "My alcohol tolerance is not for the table."

"Then where?" Cang Ming asked.

"Swallow the vast sea with vigilance, push the heaven gate drunkenly!" Jiang Wang drew himself up and penetrated the night sky.

Cang Ming pursued and asked: "The lord has the capacity of the sea, how can one seek drunkenness?"

Jiang Wang's figure was no longer visible, but his clear voice remained, echoing through the long night: "How can a person drink wine like a sword drinks blood? Killing foreign race true demons is the era of true persons—today, the golden goblet is full, exhaust the long blade!"

"Man's words!" Cang Ming rarely showed such intense emotion: "I should go together!"

Thus, he also soared into the air, pursuing closely.

Two true persons, one in front and one behind, shuttled through the night, crossed the grassland, and quickly flew to the life and death line.

Based on respect for this life and death line drawn by the human race with fresh blood, Jiang Wang landed. He casually beckoned over a Mu Country rider: "Although your superiors have definitely already notified, I still inform you again to avoid omissions—Jiang Wang will immediately cross the life and death line to execute demons. There will be movements in the border wilderness. Please have the border wilderness garrison prepare in advance and do not be caught off guard."

The rider responded fiercely, then lit a torch, held the long flame high, and excitedly turned his horse and left. Cang Tu God, ah, the living human race's first heavenly pride, entrusted a great task to me!

Cang Ming landed beside Jiang Wang, stepped onto the edge of the last green field, and calmly looked at the yellow sand in front.

Jiang Wang gazed into the distance. Based on past experience, he estimated the demon qi and said: "You've come at just the right time this time. Honestly, why are you following me?"

"Afraid they will go mad." Cang Ming was concise and comprehensive.

Indeed, the border wilderness war had continued for too many years, and the demon race was by no means weak. If they were made to suffer severely, it was hard to say what would happen. Having a true person with great influence in Mu Country nearby to coordinate Mu Country's military forces would be much more convenient. And as Too Virtual Pavilion members, communication was very smooth.

Jiang Wang nodded, already preparing to set off, but couldn't help but ask again: "Why are you wearing gloves now?"

At this moment, Cang Ming reached out both hands from inside his long robe and slowly and methodically put on gloves. They were a pair of white leather long gloves. The leather was very delicate, flowing with a sacred aura. At the wrist, there was still an extremely complex tiny divine text mark. The meaning was incomprehensible.

It was rare to see Cang Ming so formal.

"Afraid you will go mad," Cang Ming said.

Jiang Wang was speechless. So, with one step, he crossed the life and death line, directly diving low and flying swiftly! His speed was so fast that sound was exploding, but all the exploding sound was restrained upon his body.

Startling electricity rose from the flat ground without thunder. Green electricity extended from that boundary line where life and death were distinct, straight to an infinite distance.

Cang Ming's gloves were not yet on. Before his eyes, only highly raised sand dust remained. Divine patterns involuntarily floated around his body as he followed closely and vanished in a flash.

Too Virtual Illusion, Hong Meng Space, pedestrians like shuttles.

Although transactions between Too Virtual Walkers were not open, exchanges between Too Virtual Walkers were no different from reality. Many people were too lazy to go out. With three or five friends, thousands or even tens of thousands of miles, they could gather with a single thought.

Zhao Tie Zhu swaggered down the street, his posture very barbaric. Although his true identity was discovered by Huang She Li, in the face of friendship forged with heavy gold, the sentimental Huang Someone still chose to overlook it. Even after becoming a pavilion member, he still actively helped cover for him.

What kind of consideration was this!

Thus, although Zhao Tie Zhu's money bag was deflated, his courage was strong. In this Too Virtual Illusion, he had a backer! And one of the Nine Pavilions!

Just today, he had circled several times, exchanged curses with several groups of people, but he still felt something wasn't quite right, as if he had missed something.

It wasn't until he bought a gladiator ticket, watched half a boring gladiator match, cursed loudly during the process but got no response, that he realized he had missed something—

The person who spat wildly with him?

Jia Fu Gui hadn't been heard from for a long time. Half a year ago, he left a letter saying he was going to a mysterious place to study and would have a surprise when he came out. After that, he never appeared again.

And Shang Guan... Shang Guan also hadn't been heard from for almost a month.

Although with their identities, being busy with important matters and not having time to come to Too Virtual Illusion for three to five months was common.

But the Hong Meng Three Swordsmen were only left with the most handsome sword. It was somewhat lonely.

Returning to his own Too Virtual Space, which consisted only of a meditation mat and a bamboo desk, and turning around was an effort, the luxurious house-accustomed Zhao Tie Zhu inevitably cursed again, thinking that when Too Virtual Illusion could spend primordial stones, he definitely wanted to greatly expand the space.

He caught a paper crane, spread it flat on the book desk, picked up a pen again. The whole set of actions was extremely in line with noble etiquette. Even the most picky ritual official couldn't find fault.

His grandfather had wanted him to read books from a young age, saying a gentleman is like jade. He also strictly demanded this of himself. Even if no one was beside him, he sat very straight. With a warm smile, he began to write a letter—

"Shang Guan, you turtle son! Where are you buried? You don't even know to say a word? Old man doesn't even know which direction to burn paper towards!"

First day of November, seeking guaranteed minimum.