Chapter 2400: No More Demons Hereafter

That surging, boundless sword energy was all silenced.

The world-unmatched sharpness seemed to have ground to a halt in time.

Yan Chunhui's white hair, which had been like a dancing sword, also hung down root by root. Just like winter snow sinking into the world, withered grass bowing low, he retreated again and again, hiding in the last season.

Standing in this Jie Wu Kong Jing, the head of the human-demons, Yan Chunhui, was as docile as an old sheep. His wrinkles were deep like gullies, his cloth clothes hanging down.

The flying sword pinnacle of the old era had already hidden its edge.

The youngest Zhen Jun in history, however, pressed his long sword without wavering.

He said—

"Avoid me."

How audacious Jiang Wang was today!

He actively went to Bùguī Gǔ to provoke war, to achieve what others could not, to execute the unexecuted human-demons of the world.

After the action failed, and Yan Chunhui escaped, he still maintained his resolve!

Yan Chunhui's sudden appearance in Yun Guo was itself a warning—he could come here silently, he could do many things that Jiang Wang absolutely did not want to see.

Yan Chunhui then actively spoke, using the common people of the world as leverage, with a cruel posture of killing more people, wanting to force Jiang Wang to compromise—this so-called "compromise" was even just to make Jiang Wang silent, it did not require Jiang Wang to do anything.

As long as one covered their eyes, everything could be pretended not to have happened. Jiang Wang could not see the evil of the human-demons, and Yan Chunhui also could not see that killing in Bùguī Gǔ.

Everything as before, how it was yesterday, is how it is today, and how it will be tomorrow—these years of Bùguī Gǔ, haven't they all been like this?

But Jiang Wang's attitude persisted throughout.

He went to Bùguī Gǔ not on a whim, he had long decided to execute human-demons.

Even if the first sweep of Bùguī Gǔ failed, even if now killing Yan Chunhui had become a difficult thing, he absolutely would not compromise, would not be silenced, but would advance again and again.

Because today's retreat would tell the world that even the Jiang Wang who patrols the myriad realms has to pretend to be deaf and dumb, that no one can do anything to Yan Chunhui, that human-demons can exist, can always exist!

How could he allow that?

In front of such resolute, such unyielding Jiang Wang, the head of the human-demons, the true creator of the term "human-demon," Yan Chunhui, appeared so withdrawn. Completely without the ferocity of the first human-demon, fundamentally unable to see the sharpness of the first flying sword master.

Was it because today's Jiang Wang had already become powerful to the point that Yan Chunhui could not defeat him?

Not so.

Although the two had not truly clashed, one had achieved the Dao not long ago, one had a long-standing evil reputation. In fact, the present Jiang Wang was still absolutely unable to defeat Yan Chunhui in single combat.

The true reason that made Yan Chunhui retreat, both of them knew clearly in their hearts.

It was still that sentence by Gongsun Buhai—

This is a world with order!

Jiang Wang could kill Yan Chunhui, and everyone would cheer, the world would applaud.

Yan Chunhui could not kill Jiang Wang; his sword that killed Jiang Wang would also be the sword that killed himself.

"Order," was manifested just like this.

Many people no longer believed, many people felt it was ironic, but these four words truly existed—

Evil does not overcome justice!

"Evil does not overcome justice" is established, not because "justice" naturally possesses the power to overcome "evil."

But because "justice" is what the hearts of people yearn for.

The yearning for light in countless hearts drives away the darkness.

Human Emperors, Eight Sages, Various Saints... Generations of former saints and sages, as well as the vast and boundless number of good people whose names are not recorded. Generation after generation pressed forward, using their bodies as candles, dedicating everything to establish order, they used their lives to practice and maintain the principles. Making the character "right" shine like the sun and moon, banishing the character "evil" to the shadows.

People living in this order, even if inyin cold and dampness, also yearn for the warmth of sunlight; even if bearing shackles, also want to embrace freedom; even if struggling for trivial gains, will look up to the stars.

Some things can only live in the night, can only wriggle in the sewers.

Even people with hands full of blood also long for a hug, a lamp in the home.

The moment the sunlight comes out, the night is to be dispersed!

This was Jiang Wang's confidence.

The power he possessed was because he had always been doing the right things.

This was the sharpest sword, the unchanging principle of ten thousand ages.

Yan Chunhui was compromising in front of this power.

The three choices Jiang Wang gave to Yan Chunhui were actually only two. Because the choice of "shattering Jiang Wang" did not exist, Yan Chunhui could not kill him.

If without great armies surrounding him, without three or five pinnacles blocking the way, laying a heaven net and earth net, who could kill the one who returns to truth in all realms, who can freely dive in the deep sea of the Tian Dao?

Could he fight? But could he catch up?

So only "break the Dao" and "go around the Dao."

Breaking the Dao was death, going around the Dao was that the current retreat was not enough, he still needed to retreat further.

Of course, Yan Chunhui could also completely ignore Jiang Wang's coercion, then he would face unending, unceasing killing from Jiang Wang—Jiang Wang's grand appearance in Yun Guo was the clearest determination, the brightest will.

From now on, in all the heavens and myriad realms, the vast universe, wherever Yan Chunhui was, there must be Jiang Wang.

As long as he could not kill Jiang Wang now, then his ending was almost destined.

Time was Jiang Wang's friend; the entire present world was behind Jiang Wang.

So now he asked, how to go around the Dao?

He was asking Jiang Wang—

How should he retreat so that Jiang Wang would be satisfied?

Only then could they cease war?

Jiang Wang looked deeply at Yan Chunhui.

Yan Chunhui had now made an absolutely rational choice.

Compared to the evil madness, the so-called "human-demon" who disregarded everything, being able to bow to a junior, to yield to a newly promoted Zhen Jun, such a Yan Chunhui was an existence that needed to be treated more carefully.

But this action in Bùguī Gǔ had proven that now was not the good opportunity to kill Yan Chunhui.

"No matter if you intentionally laid out, or played in the human world, everything going forward should not happen again—" Jiang Wang's posture of pressing the sword was an outlining of order, he very clearly said: "The world from now on does not permit human-demons."

"From before's things are written off?" Yan Chunhui asked.

"Your and my things can be written off. You twice tried to kill me in Duàn Hún Gōu and Xing Yue Ping, I also led people to Bùguī Gǔ once, our accounts between us can be wiped clean." Jiang Wang frankly said: "But your other past actions, those evil deeds not involving me, I cannot forgive on behalf of others."

Yan Chunhui looked at him, his eyes profound: "That is to say, you will still come to find me."

Jiang Wang said without emotion: "I said, my Dao is in it, we just happen to meet on the road. I cannot deceive myself, today I also do not want to deceive you."

Yan Chunhui finally showed a bit of anger: "This old man repeatedly compromises, and you do not want to yield at all? Today's young people, are they too domineering!"

"As the condition for you no longer cultivating human-demons, next time I come to find you, I will only come alone. You can regard this as Jiang Wang's promise, this promise will continue until you break the agreement before." Jiang Wang said: "You better timely pay attention to my cultivation progress, before I have the power to independently kill you, perhaps you can escape to outside the heavens."

Yan Chunhui paused, then asked: "Are you certain there will be that day?"

"I have not seen the depths of Wàng Wǒ Fēng's power, the sharpness of the Flying Sword era shocks the human world. I may not be able to reach it." Jiang Wang calmly said: "If I cannot walk to that day, at least under the condition you stop evil, you still have a long life—it is not a bad thing for you and the world."

Yan Chunhui slightly lifted his eyes: "Sounds like surrounding three and leaving one? Leaving a tiny bit of hope so I don't fight to the death with this rotten world."

Jiang Wang only said: "You are very powerful, I still have a long way to go."

Yan Chunhui was quiet for a while, then firmly said: "From now on, Yan Chunhui is just Yan Chunhui, no longer has Wàng Wǒ Rénmó. Yanzi is just Yanzi, no longer has the Mǐmiè Rénmó."

As for other human-demons, they were not mentioned in this sentence, and naturally, they could not exist anymore.

No matter what names were under those human-demons' shells.

Jiang Wang looked at him: "Deal."

A wisp of sword light was thus born, dividing into two sides, the past flowing to the past, the future flowing to the future.

Jie Wu Kong Jing shattered like a dream.

"How did you two chat?" In the messy guest room, the old yellow dog nervously asked.

It couldn't help but be nervous; the one standing in front of Bùguī Gǔ this time was the world-famous Jiang Wang. If both sides truly fought without regard, Yan Chunhui might be able to escape outside the world, but it would surely die.

"Not bad." Yan Chunhui turned back from the window, his expression calm: "I was willing to reason, he could also listen in."

"Everything as usual?" The old yellow dog asked.

"A little change." Yan Chunhui said.

"Can we return to Chen Guo?" The old yellow dog asked again.

"Cannot." Yan Chunhui said.

The old yellow dog smacked its mouth... then what was talked about?

"Can I still eat meat?" The old yellow dog asked again.

"Chicken, duck, and fish meat all can." Yan Chunhui looked at it: "You better not say the word 'human meat,' otherwise I also cannot protect you."

The old yellow dog opened its mouth, finally honestly closed it.

It suddenly realized, unrelated to age, name, or past. The waves today stirring in a certain point deep in the cloud sea with sword light was the dialogue of two pinnacle existences!

They represented the most ultimate power in the world, and each had a principle that permeated through to here.

Standing before such power, such existence, it had no autonomous rights. It could only choose to accept or die.

"This is the condition for cease-fire?" Yanzi asked.

"This is the condition for a temporary cease-fire." Yan Chunhui said without emotion: "The condition is not to touch any more of the evil defined by the Fajia."

"Ha!" Yanzi laughed strangely: "Conditions are harsh, but the gains are shallow. Sounds like you completely didn't threaten him."

"What can I threaten him with?" Yan Chunhui turned his gaze, looking at Yanzi with some pity: "He is a person living under the sunlight."

This pity deeply stung Yanzi.

Her momentarily twisted expression was hidden under that faceless mask. She seemed to laugh silently, her body slightly trembling with it. Strands of killing intent thus swam out like poisonous snakes.

A hateful heart like wild grass, no wind also to the end of the world!

Knock knock knock.

At this time, a sudden knock sounded at the door.

"Who?" The old yellow dog suddenly perked up its ears and asked vigilantly.

"Guest, this store's VIP service, delivering pastries to you. This country's special cloud cakes." The voice outside the door said.

It sounded like the inn's waiter.

Very polite, voice not heavy. Outside the door, there were no power fluctuations either.

"Coming!"

Yanzi turned to walk towards the door, her tender hands quietly extending sharp nails.

She was already impatiently wanting to kill; she could not suppress the hate!

But a withered finger at this time pointed at her temple, slowly... pressed in.

In Yanzi's suddenly widened, resentful eyes, Yan Chunhui's aged face became more and more distant.

She softly fell to the ground, a wave of haze before her eyes.

The last sentence she heard in her ears was Yan Chunhui's voice: "To prevent you from breaking the precept, bringing reasons to kill you. I temporarily take away your power."

Always like this...

Always like this!

Always selfishly going forward, maliciously making decisions.

Yan Chunhui, when have you ever considered my feelings?!

Yanzi opened her mouth wanting to scold in pain, but could not make a sound. She desperately widened her eyes, but before her eyes was a blank.

Suddenly, both eyes turned, only white remaining, the twitching body on the ground had stopped, no longer able to move. The divine light scattered, breathing also stilled.

"This country's special cloud cakes." The voice outside the door still continued.

The old yellow dog shrinking in the corner suddenly felt a wave of sleepiness come, involuntarily closed its eyes, its ears drooped down. Its soft body lay down, also covering that shrine, like a thick fur blanket, closing the door of the shrine.

The guest room's door was pushed open at this time.

Yan Chunhui turned around, his eyebrows slightly raised, seeming to smile but not smile: "Didn't expect it was you."

"I have one very important life experience." The comer walked into the room, conveniently closing the door: "Before not closing the door properly, do not casually speak."

"Brother." Jiang Anan put the small mirror in her hand, clipping away the thorns from the fish meat in the bowl, while sending it to her mouth, she said: "That Cháo Wén Dào Tiān Gōng of yours, is it anyone can enter?"

"It's not my Cháo Wén Dào Tiān Gōng, it's Taixu Pavilion's Cháo Wén Dào Tiān Gōng." Jiang Wang seriously corrected: "I only placed some cultivation insights and experiences inside, and often reside my dharma image to lecture there. Wait until everyone gets used to its existence, other pavilion members will also participate."

Jiang Anan 'hmph'ed: "I didn't think to rely on your connections to get in. I will enter by myself through exams!"

Fu Jingru had quite a bit of her father's stubbornness, probing with her white, tender small hands, nonstop taking fish meat to the bowl. Jiang Anan frequently cleared her fish meat, she also did not cry or make noise, Jiang Anan clipped away one piece, she grabbed one back.

"Right, what does the Cháo Wén Dào Tiān Gōng exam?" Jiang Anan asked.

If it examined some Dao techniques changes, she had confidence.

If it examined some sword techniques applications, she had talent!

If it examined some Baijia classics, historical giants... that would be too difficult.

"The conditions to enter the palace and seek Dao, that depends on how Juikui Zhenren drafts it." Jiang Wang said: "I only proposed some of my hopes, but with Juikui Zhenren's style of action, he may not consider them. A few days ago, he said to establish examination illusion realms, but the specific rules, he is still researching. To achieve as much fairness as possible, this is not something that can be rushed."

The meat on the charcoal stove automatically rotated, Mohist invented these small mechanisms, greatly enriched people's life choices—

After Mohist entered Yong Guo, Han Xi completed the new political reform, and Mohist's mechanisms began to focus on people's livelihood at scale and volume. Previous mechanism creations were mostly for playing in the extraordinary world. Occasionally some that could improve common people's lives were also individual behaviors, belonging to a very few.

Only in today's Yong Guo, it was widespread in all industries; many industries had undergone subversive changes.

Yun Guo, as a neighbor and trading with the world, with an open stance, was the earliest to feel this change and the earliest to follow up.

Yong Guo strived to innovate, Yun Guo strived to buy.

Even in this inn, everywhere were such ingenious creations.

Ye Qingyu took an account book there to look, while looking, while taking down the roasted meat, small bites to chew and eat.

Yun Yin's divine ability had a thousand changes and variations, suddenly becoming flowers, suddenly becoming trees, suddenly hanging lamps, suddenly imitating an abacus, rapidly moving there.

Also, no one knew what she was more serious about.

Jiang Wang looked at her side face, his heart very calm.

"What are you calculating?" He asked.

Ye Qingyu casually said: "The cost of roasted meat."

No one knew what had just happened.

Even now, no one knew that the human-demons from today onward would take a different path.