Saint Pan Gu died when he created the world, and created all living beings. The dragon ancestor was born with his flesh and blood.
At first, the dragon ancestor had nine sons, and they all looked different. None of them looked like the current dragons.
Among them was Bixi, who looked like an enormous turtle. He was incredibly strong, and liked to carry heavy things on his back. Later generations of human beings carved tablets with a giant turtle under them, with its head held high and chest puffed out.
Only a few people knew that Bixi was strong, and was good at carrying heavy things. He liked to be quiet, gentle, and thoughtful. Among the nine sons of the dragon ancestor, he was the one who fought the least. Back in the prehistorical era, the dragon ancestor and his sons stirred up troubles everywhere. Bixi carefully took care of the internal affairs of the dragon-kind. Therefore, Bixi was, in fact, the leader of the dragon-kind.
Ao Bai was Bixi, the first leader of the dragon-kind in the world, the son of the dragon ancestor, the true descendant of Pan Gu. His status was indescribably noble.
More or less, Ji Hao understood why Ao Bai hid his identity. But facing Priest Mu, even if one wanted to be a mediator, one had to be powerful enough. Therefore, Ao Bai was forced to show up, and Priest Mu told him who he was.
"What do you think?" Ao Bai smiled faintly. Hiding his hands in his sleeves, he glanced at Ji Hao, then at Priest Mu and said, "Fighting and killing is consuming our powers for no reason. Pan Gu world is facing a powerful enemy. We should try not to fight if we can. "
Ji Hao chuckled coldly. Pointing at the thousands of miles of broken walls behind the heaven gate, he said coldly, "Mr. Ao Bai, I didn't do this on purpose. This is the heaven, the most powerful place in Pan Gu world. Someone broke into the heaven, and countless palaces and mansions were destroyed. If we let this go, there would be no need to build a heaven in Pan Gu world anymore. "
Throwing a sideway glance at Ao Bai, Ji Hao continued blandly, "If the heaven is a heaven that can be attacked at any time without paying any price, Mr. Ao Bai, when you sit on the throne of a divine emperor in the future, I'm afraid you won't be happy, will you?"
Ao Bai chuckled, then looked at Priest Mu and asked blandly, "What do you think, Saint Mu? To be honest, this is indeed the fault of Saint Mu's disciples. It can even be said that Saint Mu or that brother of Saint Mu's is wrong. Since I'm wrong, I have to change! "
Priest Mu remained silent for a while, then solemnly bowed to Ao Bai and said, "My friend, Bixi, you are right. Since we are wrong, we have to change. I'll be responsible for rebuilding all the destroyed palaces and pavilions within a day. How about that? "
Ji Hao responded coldly, "What about those dead divine warriors? Also, what about the dragons and phoenixes who died in the battle? "
Priest Mu knitted his eyebrows and glanced at those corpses on the ground. He opened his mouth, seeming to say something, but hesitated. If he really wanted to solve this problem perfectly, the best way was to bring the dead back to life.
Nevertheless, Priest Mu indeed had the power to bring the dead back to life. Currently, the great Dao of reincarnation in the Netherworld had yet to be controlled by anyone. Therefore, as long as one was powerful enough, one could forcibly snatch a dead soul from the eighteen hells in the Netherworld, rebuild a body, and bring the dead back to life. Not to mention Priest Mu, even his disciples, who had cultivated themselves for over a million years, could easily do that.
The problem was, the magic bombs and linden thunder bombs were way too powerful. The souls of many dead ones were destroyed. Priest Mu could try his best to regrow their souls, but he would have to consume a little bit of his life-force. Was it worth it?
Some unlucky ones even had their souls perished. In that case, not only were their souls destroyed, but their souls were also turned into nothingness. Priest Mu could never regrow their souls, no matter how powerful he was.
Among the powerful beings in Pan Gu world, one of them had a 'Pan Gu spirit cauldron', which had immeasurably great powers of creation. Regrowing souls was something only that cauldron could do, and only the owner of the cauldron could do whatever he wanted to do to souls without being punished by the great Dao of Pan Gu world for going against the natural order.
But, Priest Mu didn't want to offend that person, and neither did he want to.
Therefore, bringing the dead back to life was a heaven-defying thing, and it was better not to do it. What about the loss of divine warriors, especially the deaths of those dragons and phoenixes? Perhaps, compensating them with some people would be the best solution, wouldn't it?
Glancing at those disciples kneeling on the ground, without being able to move, Priest Mu's heart was even bleeding.
Western Wasteland was a poor place, and couldn't afford too many human beings. Even if they could, they were all descendants of Zhuo, Chaos, White Tiger, Dijiang, and the other kinds of fierce beasts. Their brains were filled with muscles, and they had no potential for cultivation except for fighting and killing.
Priest Mu built his sect in Western Wasteland. He had been working so hard for countless years, but how many disciples did he have in total?
These firm and talented disciples in front of him were the foundation of his sect's future glory. He couldn't bear to send these disciples away as an apology. He didn't want to, truly didn't want to.
Breathing deeply, Priest Mu pondered for a long while, then took out a nine-story palace from his sleeve. The palace was divided into the four natural symbols, the five natural elements, the stars in the sky, and the earth meridians in the ground. The foot-square palace glowed brightly, spreading a faintly discernible sense of spirituality.
"This treasure …" Priest Mu pondered for quite a while, then finally decided to compensate them with some treasures.
Western Wasteland was a poor place, but as one of the few powerful beings in the prehistorical era, and one of the most powerful beings in Pan Gu world, Priest Mu had quite a lot of spare treasures. These treasures were supposed to be given to disciples in the future, but now, they could only be used to eliminate troubles.
"I don't lack treasures." Ji Hao interrupted Priest Mu, raised the Pan Gu sword, and said blandly, "I don't have too many supreme treasures, but all of them are top-grade ones. They are good for both offense and defense, and I don't lack treasures. Therefore, Priest Mu, don't use these treasures to make up for your mistake. "
Priest Mu angrily looked at Ji Hao and asked, "Emperor Ji Hao, what should I do to make you release our disciples?"
Ji Hao knitted his eyebrows. What should he do? Ao Bai showed up to mediate this. Unless Ji Hao truly wanted a life-and-death fight against Priest Mu, these disciples of Priest Mu had to be released.
That was nothing more than how much he could gain from Priest Mu.
But, Priest Mu was stingy. He had been telling people all day long that this treasure was destined to be his. How many great treasures could he offer?
Even if he offered two or three spirit treasures as compensation, Ji Hao could swear that those would be the worst, most flashy, and most useless pre-world spirit treasures. Treasures like these could be used to bully some small fries, but facing real powerful beings, they would be useless.
Pondering for a while, Ji Hao gave a long sigh. He was the only one among Priest Mu who had some value.
"Elder Mu, how about this? Our Pan Gu world is facing a powerful enemy. How about, when the enemy arrives, I will choose one of them, and you will launch a full-power attack. What do you think? "
Ji Hao looked at Priest Mu seriously and said, "Launch a full-power attack. If you can kill him, kill him. If you can't, injure him severely. No slacking. What do you think?"
Priest Mu remained silent for quite a while. At last, he bitterly nodded and gave a long sigh.
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