"Is he stupid? Yes. That's probably the first impression of Li Yao for many people, including me at the beginning. "
Boss Bai laughed and said, "However, on second thought, so many great men who were a hundred times smarter and tougher than him have perished, and he is the only one who has walked all the way to the peak of the Pangu universe. How 'lucky' and 'coincidental' he is!"
Long Yangjun thought of something and asked, "Boss Bai, what are you getting at exactly?"
"What I'm saying is that Li Yao is a smart man. He seemed to be taking a reckless risk, but in fact, he had taken all the factors into consideration. He knew that everybody, not just the Cultivators of the Federation but also the Immortal Cultivators of the Imperium, would not abandon him."
Boss Bai said casually, "The reason is simple. He has half of the key to open the central gate of the Supreme Emperor's mausoleum, as well as tremendous information scraps from the Fuxi Empire's database. Also, Xiaoming and Wenwen, the two information lives, are on his side. It is impossible for them to ignore his life and death. It is safe to say that his' value 'is very high. If he perishes here, the exploration will have failed before it really begins.
"The exploration team can afford the loss of 'Iron Fist', but it certainly cannot bear the consequences of Li Yao's premature demise. It was exactly because of that that he considered his life as a bargaining chip to force the Immortal Cultivators to rescue him.
"Why did he have to do that?
"I think that he was trying to force the Immortal Cultivators to taste the feeling of 'sacrifice'. As the saying goes, one will be addicted to everything after they have tasted it. Committing crimes and robberies can be addictive, but being a good person and saving other people's lives can also be addictive."
Long Yangjun was deep in thought.
"How about it? Are you going to rescue him together with me?"
Boss Bai asked.
"Are you really going to help?"
Long Yangjun looked at Boss Bai, the notorious Pirate Potentate, in disbelief.
"Don't get me wrong. Of course, I don't want to be a good person with a kind heart and no regrets. It's just that in most cases, the unity and sacrifice of human beings have nothing to do with morality. It's just because of common interests."
"The simplest logic is this," Boss Bai said. "When you enter the Supreme Emperor's mausoleum or even the pivot of the black wall and discover an unparalleled primordial treasure that can grant you the unparalleled power of gods, who do you want to stand behind you when you have to pass the most perilous and possibly heavily wounded level? Is it the Cultivators such as Li Yao and Ding Ling Dong, or me, a notorious space pirate, or the Immortal Cultivators of the Imperium?
Long Yangjun narrowed her eyes and rolled them quickly. A moment later, she shuddered.
"Alright."
She had to admit, "Not just Li Yao, even if Ding Ling Dong is behind me, I seem to be safer than you or the Immortal Cultivators of the Imperium. At the very least, if Ding Ling Dong wants to attack me, she will only punch me in the face and will never stab me in the back."
"Exactly."
Boss Bai admitted frankly, "I also hope that when I explore the Supreme Emperor's mausoleum and discover the primordial treasure, it will be Li Yao or Ding Ling Dong behind me, not you or the Immortal Cultivators of the Imperium. That's why I want Li Yao to be alive. Perhaps, it's also the reason why he can still jump and fight to this day.
"Come on. Try Li Yao's method. Maybe you will be … addicted to it, too."
After saying that, Boss Bai smiled and charged at Iron Fist on the "Kleptomaniac", chasing the exhaust flames of the Cultivators.
After a long daze, Long Yangjun smiled in self-mockery.
"Fine."
She mumbled to herself, "Compared to the smart Immortal Cultivators of the Imperium of True Human Beings, the idiots from the Federation seem more adorable. If you idiots all perish on the ancient giant planet, I don't have the courage to explore the Supreme Emperor's mausoleum with the smart people.
"Then, let me have a taste of what it's like to be an idiot, too!"
Long Yangjun's "Heavenly Crystal" seemed to have established a crystal bridge in the vacuum of space and pointed at Iron Fist's direction like an enormous, translucent arrow!
Not far away, countless glittering spots of light broke out of the violent stone belts, too.
They were the top experts and Colossi of the Imperium of True Human Beings who had come from everywhere.
The Immortal Cultivators looked gloomy and confused as they stared at Iron Fist and the Colossi of the Federation not far away.
From their perspective, the raging red flares on the ancient giant planet were like an ocean in which surging tides were surging, and Iron Fist was nothing more than a dry leaf in the middle of the tides that might shatter at any moment. Including Li Yao, the Colossi of the Federation were as insignificant as plankton, struggling hard in front of the thunderstorm and the tides. If any of the tides were ten percent larger, they would've been completely swallowed.
"Are they … crazy?"
It was the first reaction of all the Immortal Cultivators.
They had no idea what Li Yao and the other Cultivators were doing exactly. Why were they trying to be brave and lunging into the gravity sphere and atmosphere of the ancient giant planet at the risk of their own lives to compete with the enemy that they had no chance of defeating at all?
However, before their rational minds were sorted out, the magnificent picture of fighting the universe at the risk of their lives had already triggered the primitive, primitive, and barbaric instincts in the deepest part of their belief.
The picture of the Cultivators of the Federation competing with the ancient giant planet was no different from the pictures of human beings in the beginning when they made fire by drilling wood, forging stone axes and stone spears, and growing crops through slash-and-burn.
Weren't the so-called top experts supposed to resist the brutality of the universe, explore the laws of nature, surpass their own limits, and fight for a vaster living space for their compatriots to pave new paths for them?
They only knew how to bully their compatriots and lord over their compatriots, but if they trembled and begged for mercy when faced with the might of thunder, what kind of heroes were they?
At this moment, the communication network between the Immortal Cultivators and the Cultivators was basically established.
However, on the other side of the communication channel, there was nothing but the heavy breathing of the Cultivators and the roars that sounded like primeval beasts. The Cultivators did not beg for the Immortal Cultivators' help, nor did the Cultivators berate the Immortal Cultivators for their selfishness and inaction. They were simply focused on their own actions, as if they had foreseen that the Immortal Cultivators would not help them and that they could defeat the ancient giant planet even without the Immortal Cultivators!
Such breathing and roars were like invisible whips that slapped the belief of every Immortal Cultivator brutally.
They had been ignored!
Humiliation. Being ignored was a humiliation a hundred times more serious than being berated!
As early as in the civil war of the Imperium, the glorious achievements of the expedition army of the Federation had brought the greatest humiliation to all the Immortal Cultivators. Every Immortal Cultivator who had some self-respect and pride had been thinking hard about why the glory of the Imperium and the Immortal Cultivators had degenerated to such an extent today.
Right before their eyes, the crazy adventures of the Cultivators and their disregard for the Immortal Cultivators were slaps on every Immortal Cultivator's face brutally. Their cheeks and hearts were burning, and they vaguely knew the answer.
"Damn it. Have those Cultivators lost their minds? Where — where did they get their courage from? "
"What are they doing? Are they planning to compete with the enormous gravity of the ancient giant planet on their own? It's impossible for them to succeed. Absolutely impossible! "
"They know that tigers are lurking in the mountain, but they are marching toward it. Such idiocy, such craziness, such … such …"
The Immortal Cultivators kept reminding themselves that they would not follow the Cultivators' footsteps.
Some of them were even mocking the Cultivators' stupidity with derision.
However, the cells on their fingertips and the most primitive energy that was surging in the deepest part of their cells did not listen to the command of their rational mind at all. They were all jumping eagerly.
"Declaring war on the gargantuan celestial body with the insignificant body of human beings. Such a delightful battle is — is the style of the experts!"
Some of the Immortal Cultivators could not help but moan. They admitted painfully that they were somewhat envious of the Cultivators deep down in their hearts. They envied them for being so straightforward, crazy, idiotic, and reckless!
If the Cultivators could do it, why couldn't they?
No. They were different. They still had the glory and wealth of the mortal world. They also had to pursue the unstoppable power of a local dominator. They had to make their families powerful and wealthy forever. They also had to …
But. But!
In front of such a splendid, magnificent, and brutal universe, wealth, beauties, unstoppable power, the strength of their families, and the reverence of the public … What was the significance of the things that they had valued more than anything in the past? What were they worth? Were they really worth fighting for their entire life?
If 'hominoids' were ants, were the lifelong pursuit of the experts to stomp on the ants, ravage the ants, exploit the ants, and win their adoration and fear so that they could become the 'kings of ants'?
Right then, an enormous ball of lightning suddenly dashed out of the atmosphere of the ancient giant planet and darted at Iron Fist.
All the Immortal Cultivators exclaimed in shock. They almost saw the gory ending where Iron Fist was pierced through by electric arcs and magnetic storms and all the magical equipment was paralyzed.
However, an unstoppable sword aura dozens of kilometers long appeared in front of Iron Fist and lunged at the ball of lightning in an immaculate curve, slashing it into pieces immediately.
The power of the attack was so great that not just the ball of lightning but also the entire ancient giant planet seemed to have been slashed in half by him.
Yan Liren, the Sword Maniac!
The attack stung the eyes of many Immortal Cultivators. In that moment, lightning-like epiphanies burst out from the depths of their belief.
"Compared to such a magnificent, glamorous attack, fame, wealth, and unstoppable power are all ephemeral and will perish in the blink of an eye!
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