Volume One, Chapter 103: Ants

Chapter 103: The Ant

Just as Tu Zhe unleashed his Barrier Technique, summoning meteors to strike against Tian Qiang Xuan Ge, Xuanyuan had already sensed that Tu Zhe had arrived at the Arctic. It wasn’t that Xuanyuan possessed the ability to detect Tu Zhe’s presence and location while he was deploying such a technique—he simply had no such power. Rather, he had anticipated certain celestial secrets and had long ago sent his left attendant, General Qing Lei, to accompany Tu Zhe. Moreover, Qing Lei had become Tu Zhe’s sworn brother—that was none other than Xiao Leilei Qin Lei.

Xuanyuan sensed Qin Lei’s aura, confirming Tu Zhe’s arrival at the Arctic. Rising to his feet, he strode straight to the Thunder City, the Thunder God’s Mansion, and immediately summoned the Prime Minister of Heavenly Thunder, the Lord of the Five Thunders, the Supreme Commander of Thunder, Yuanming Zhenjun, as well as the provincial judges of the Thunder Provinces—Xu Xun of Thunder Tai Province, Ge Xuan of Thunder Xuan Province, Zhang Ling of Thunder Du Province—along with the chief inspector of the three Thunder Provinces, the True Immortal Qiu Chuji, and the Five Directions Thunder Kings, to convene a council.

From afar, the Thunder Ancestor Celestial Venerable gazed upon the Thunder Pool in Thunder City, which continuously shimmered with lightning. He thought to himself, “I have been silent for far too long.”

Within Thunder City, another had known of Tu Zhe’s arrival even earlier. This was Jiang You, the second eldest of the seventy-two brothers of Chiyou, now known as the Southern Red Heavenly Fire and Lightning Emperor among the Five Directions Thunder Kings.

Tu Zhe’s soul had wandered the void in a past life, encountering a dog, then the fragmented soul of the progenitor Chiyou. Under Jiang You’s pressure, the Chiyou fragment exploded itself, casting Tu Zhe into a temporal tunnel. Before Jiang You was wounded, he branded a mark deep within Tu Zhe’s soul—not to control it, but to serve as a beacon to locate Tu Zhe at any time.

When Tu Zhe appeared on the desolate star and before he used the Barrier Technique, Jiang You sensed his arrival at the Arctic. Jubilant, Jiang You smiled and said, “You finally came, boy.” He knew it was time to act.

Meanwhile, Tu Zhe suppressed his overwhelming fury and sorrow, wandering through the days past. The dog, the three demonesses, Xiao Leilei, the myriad beast dragon guards, as well as Chu Tiange and the others, were all contained within the Sumeru Ring.

Now, alone, he strolled through the void of the desolate star from a few days prior.

He saw that this forsaken star, abandoned by the Heavenly Court, was not desolate. Many independent cultivators and bandits lived in harmony. There were remnants of dried-up rivers; once lush forests now faded; frail heavenly steeds galloped freely on grass-speckled plains; children’s laughter and play echoed; mothers’ warm scoldings and lessons filled the air—everything that could be called humanity unfolded on this star.

Yet, beneath this serene and tender surface, do you know of the massacre that would come in a few days? Those innocent children, those loving mothers, the horses, the rivers, the forests, and all those vivid human moments—do you realize that in just a few days, your blood will stain this vast wilderness crimson?

Tu Zhe had not experienced the wars of his past life. Until he was born on Mount Sumeru, his sense of belonging to this world was tenuous.

Yet this desolate star gave him a feeling akin to the countryside of his past life, stirring in him a newfound attachment to life.

Ordinary existence on a barren planet, far from the splendor, yet denied the peace it deserved.

Everything warm and touching before him was so fleeting, so heart-wrenching.

Tu Zhe truly wished to wander in the past, feeling utterly wounded. Whose blood flowed in rivers? Women and children’s?

He couldn’t help but admit that his alma mater, Peking University, had somewhat harmed him.

Though his innate rural sentiment and simple commoner’s consciousness had always guided his life’s path, the Chinese Language and Literature major at Peking University had blended into his blood a certain hesitant gentleness.

This made him easily stirred—some might call it passion.

But such passion, coming from a butcher by trade, often made him feel awkward, out of place. Confronted with the warm and harmonious life on this star days ago and the horrific reality that followed, Tu Zhe found it almost unbearable.

But whether you are bourgeois or a literary youth, have you forgotten the cruelty you wielded as a butcher?

Did you recite a mantra while slaughtering pigs to ease your guilt? Or did you harbor a bloodthirsty nature, convincing yourself that your killing was justified?

Naturally, Tu Zhe’s state was understandable. After all, who else but a butcher with literary dreams would suddenly become the sovereign of another world? Such chaotic experiences left him tangled, frustrated, and lost.

But life is like this; it never unfolds as you wish. Even if you become an emperor, even if you naively believe the world is flawed and can be redone, I tell you, even if you reincarnate seventy-two times over, you still won’t grasp the truth.

Do you know what facing reality means?

When everyone is dead and gone, does your pitiful lament serve any purpose?

Do you understand the jungle law?

You may curse your neighbors and everything else, but in truth, you are nothing but a fool yourself.

After wandering for an unknown length of time, Tu Zhe finally began to soberly realize his hesitant gentleness was useless. He scolded himself countless times, then started contemplating his next move.

Should he release those inside the Sumeru Ring? Clearly, it was not yet the time. If Chu Tiange, Hu San Niang, and the others returned to the desolate star of days past and saw the kin, comrades, friends, and subordinates already shredded in a bloodbath, they would likely be driven mad with grief.

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