Chapter 759: Fangshi
"“We don't care about that bit of Qi Luck anyway,” Huang Wuji said with an indifferent expression. “The Martial Path is unique to me, with pure will as its core. As for Qi Luck, this ethereal external thing, if I gain it, it’s my fortune; if I lose it, it’s my destiny.”"
Unlike those who enjoyed drawing inferences from one instance to others, spending vast amounts of time to also cultivate other paths, he was a very traditional cultivator, focused solely on one path.
Aside from the Martial Path, he barely cared about other paths, belonging to the type of ascetic cultivator immersed in his own world.
So, after shooting a glance at Ramdo, the two once again concealed themselves in the spatial layer gaps to battle, disappearing from the battlefield like passersby.
The mixed silver and red light of will, which had enveloped the entire starry sky, also gradually dispersed with the disappearance of the two combatants, leaving behind a multitude of mundane cultivators still deeply awed by this power.
"“A true man ought to live like this!”"
Somewhere on the space battlefield, a low-tier mercenary clad in power armor said enviously, looking towards the direction where the light vanished.
"“One day, I will climb to his position!”"
His companion beside him quietly sighed with emotion.
After all, Huang Wuji and Ao Erjia were both the peak existences representing the Federation's Martial Path, and anyone who cultivated the Martial Path knew them.
"“......”"
"“That Huaxia fella, he’s really got a screw loose. If he’s not interested in Qi Luck, why show up on the battlefield anyway...” After he left, Ramdo commented on Huang Wuji thus.
"“What era is this...” Hou Lin heard, and couldn’t help but mock in return, “and you’re still calling him a Huaxia fella?”"
Compared to the cultural integration among the middle and lower classes, which had continued for several generations, a mere hundred-plus years was just a relatively short period in the lives of high-level cultivators who lived long.
Back then, among the major civilizations on Earth, after the common people were compelled to use the Federation language and lived together for several generations, the barriers between civilizations had significantly faded.
This was also thanks to one of the Federation’s most crucial decisions at the time—to break up and re-arrange everyone’s residential areas, instead of directly transplanting Earth’s clearly demarcated layouts.
Cultural barriers often stem from prejudice and misunderstanding. When the once demonized and stigmatized foreigners became their own neighbors, many past prejudices would collapse without a fight.
After more than a hundred years of integration, the concept of “foreign races” had significantly faded in the minds of ordinary people, especially among the new generation born after the establishment of the Federation, who had completely grown accustomed to a society where multiple human races lived together.
But high-level cultivators were different.
Especially those “old fossils.”
During the Earth era, they had already made a name for themselves in the years when the major civilizations were still in opposition. In their minds, whether it was aesthetics or anything else, the concept of “foreign races” was deeply ingrained.
Even though Celestial Immortals could undergo myriad transformations, they still had their own ideas of what was “beautiful,” and this concept of “beauty” was often related to their background and origin.
For someone like Ramdo, his Divine Kingdom was destroyed by the Huaxia Federation back then, so expecting him to treat Huaxians as kin was an Arabian Nights tale.
A mere hundred-plus years was nowhere near enough to change the minds of True Immortals. After all, for ordinary people, most of those who witnessed the Spirit River Autumn back then but did not embark on the path of cultivation, their grave grasses would already be three feet high.
After the short-lived old diehards passed away, only these long-lived old diehards remained.
The persistence of a few immortal old diehards prevented the Federation from ever truly integrating.
"......"
Jierkefu was also a person of that era, but he had never much cared about race or such things before, and cared even less now.
Moreover, back then, he was even captured and forced to work as hard labor in the Land of White for several years, only later gathering enough ransom to escape.
This was a history he had always been unwilling to mention, and very few in the Federation knew about it.
"“You also picked a good time,” Ramdo said directly, ignoring Hou Lin’s sarcasm.
"“A full four True Immortals went to undergo their Reincarnation Tribulation.”"
Jierkefu had chosen the timing of his offensive very well. Among the nearly thirty True Immortals in the Federation, four had gone to undergo their Reincarnation Tribulation and couldn’t participate in this battle for Qi Luck.
The time required to undergo a Reincarnation Tribulation could be as short as ten to eight years, or as long as Yun Jie, who directly vanished from the human world for fifty to sixty years. Some even died in other worlds, with no news for a hundred years.
Jierkefu had specifically chosen the moment when, within Ramdo’s faction, the majority of True Immortals had traveled far to other planes to undergo their tribulation.
Originally, the number of True Immortals in the two factions was a four-to-six ratio, but as Jierkefu’s faction lost one person, Ramdo’s faction directly lost three, forcing the ratio back to three-to-three.
Besides the two major factions, some relatively neutral immortals, who possessed coordinates to valuable civilized spatial layers, focused on developing other worlds.
For them, what system was implemented, who became emperor, who became speaker, or even whether the Federation still existed or not—all were fleeting clouds. They only cared about their own small plot of land within their flagship, and usually focused on harvesting 'leeks' from other worlds.
They cared nothing for the affairs of the mortal world.
"“......”"
"“I think the title for cultivators still needs to be unified.”"
"“Speaker...”"
"“From now on, we are Fangshi, the Fangshi civilization,” Jierkefu said with certainty.
"“It seems you also understand.” Seeing Jierkefu’s reaction, Ramdo revealed a knowing smile. “Then I can’t back down anymore.”"
"“You can’t eat the whole cake by yourself,” Jierkefu said, a little displeased.
Watching the two exchanging riddles, the immortals present seemed to understand what was going on. Only Mira and Sara, watching from afar via a pendant, looked completely bewildered.
At this moment, all battles had ceased as if a pause button had been pressed, with warriors from Ramdo’s faction and Ying Huo’s faction facing each other in confrontation.
"“Boss, do you know what they’re doing? Renaming the country, naming the civilization...”"
"“Qi Luck. They are redefining the Federation, or rather the Empire’s future, by naming it, thereby sharing in the Qi Luck from the Federation.”"
"“Is there really such a thing as Qi Luck...?” After hearing this, Mira and Sara stared at the image provided by the pendant with suspicion and doubt.
"“Even if there truly is, can they really seize Qi Luck for themselves just by changing a name?”"
This time, the pendant did not answer.
"“Ramdo,” the Green Wizard King suddenly spoke as if he were a different person. “Our battle ends here.”"
"“Have you regained the initiative?” Ramdo asked.
"“I’ve finally managed to temporarily suppress those two persistent specters.”"
The Green Wizard King’s internal personality structure was rather complex.
Firstly, it was a tree demon, and when it activated its bloodline memories, it was corrupted by successive bloodline memories, gaining a large amount of valuable experience, and also acquiring a hatred that wasn’t originally its own.
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