If one lost everything, one would have nothing to lose.
If one had nothing to lose, one would naturally be fearless.
The King Of The Underworld stared at Jing Jiu in Silence. Her dark eyes that were as deep as the abyss were glimmering, representing the subtle changes in her emotions.
Sympathy or respect?
The King Of The Underworld asked, "You said that you want to enter the Underworld to help me rebuild my heritage. Not to mention that it is extremely difficult, even if you succeed in doing so, the situation will change many years later, and the Upper World may not be able to suppress my clan anymore. Aren't you worried that my successor will become a scourge for the human race?"
Jing Jiu said, "The Underworld has never been, or should not be, a scourge for the human race, just like how the human race has never been a scourge for the Realm of Immortals."
The King Of The Underworld said, "Taiping said the same thing to me back then."
Jing Jiu said, "These principles did come from him, because I rarely think about these things. But I think what he said makes sense, at least on this point. "
The people of the Underworld, especially those powerful demons, wanted to pass through the abyss or climb out of the Heavenly Well to come to the human world.
It was because the human world had sunlight and spiritual energy, an environment more suitable for life, and a real sky.
Just like the human cultivators who wanted to ascend, all living beings yearned for a wider world, higher and further.
There was nothing wrong with this.
Just like the deviant sects who wanted to possess a spiritual source, this was also not wrong.
It was just that the human race happened to be here.
However, that spiritual source had already been obtained by Aoyama.
For the human race and Aoyama Sect, it was naturally wrong for them to come and take what belonged to them.
It was just a different standpoint, it all depended on which side they were on.
Jing Jiu could only consider these things from the standpoint of the human race.
Back in Zhaoge City, he had once discussed this with Zhao Layue.
The cultivators were not ordinary people, but the relationship between them was not like that between humans and sheep.
Since they were of the same origin, they were naturally of the same race.
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The King Of The Underworld said, "I have no other questions. If you can help me with one thing, I will teach you."
After confirming that it would be difficult to kill Jing Jiu, and even if he was killed, they would not be able to find the Seal of the King Of The Underworld. Their hopes could be reduced to expectations, and they could return to the initial negotiations.
The King Of The Underworld's words meant that she had agreed to Jing Jiu's conditions. She just needed a way out, so this matter should not be difficult.
It was not difficult, but it was absurd.
Jing Jiu, who wouldn't even blink when everything was destroyed in front of him, was stunned for a long time.
"Don't look at me like that."
The King Of The Underworld sternly said, "If you had lived here for 600 years like me, you would know how annoying it is to have a swarm of mosquitoes around you every day."
Jing Jiu said seriously, "If there are mosquitoes, we should kill them. If we kill them, there won't be any more mosquitoes."
That was a load of crap.
It had been said a long time ago that nonsense was often the truth.
The reason why the King Of The Underworld couldn't solve this problem was that this topic was beyond the scope of the truth.
The mosquitoes in the Fiend Prison couldn't be killed.
Jing Jiu didn't understand what she meant.
The King Of The Underworld stated the conjecture she had come up with after thinking about it for 600 years.
The Taichang Prison was isolated from heaven and earth, and it had no concept of time and space. The mosquitoes were a part of the Taichang Prison, so they wouldn't change.
As long as they didn't change, they wouldn't die.
Hearing this conjecture, Jing Jiu fell silent for a long time.
He still thought this matter was too absurd and unreal.
Even though those mosquitoes were a part of the Taichang Prison, they should have turned back into regular mosquitoes after they entered the small world of the King Of The Underworld.
In the words of the Zen sects of the Guocheng Temple, this was the cause and effect.
"Those mosquitoes fly by your ears all day long, buzzing. It's really annoying, but they can't be killed. This emperor is worried sick."
The King Of The Underworld's face was pale, and it seemed that he was truly afraid of the mosquitoes.
Jing Jiu suddenly remembered one thing.
He was to bring Ada to the Fiend Prison with him, but Ada refused.
The last reason given by Ada was that there were too many mosquitoes in the Fiend Prison.
Jing Jiu didn't pay much attention to it at the time, but now he thought it was indeed a problem.
The environment in the Fiend Prison was so harsh, but why were there so many mosquitoes?
No matter how many mosquitoes there were, a divine animal like Ada wouldn't be afraid of them.
It seemed that the mosquitoes in the Fiend Prison were indeed troublesome.
Yet, Jing Jiu still didn't understand it, thinking that the King Of The Underworld could shut off his own perception even if he couldn't sense them due to his high Cultivation state.
Seeing his expression, the King Of The Underworld guessed what Jing Jiu was thinking, saying, "Even if you can't sense them, they are still there."
Jing Jiu had discussed the Dao with the Zen Master for one hundred days, so he understood what Jing Jiu meant easily. "I can teach you the true Concept of Tranquility," he said.
"I don't want it."
The King Of The Underworld said without hesitation, "Your Master took me to visit the Guocheng Temple. I can accept the Concept of White Bone, but it's meaningless to live without the Concept of Tranquility."
Jing Jiu thought that there was a meaning to live, but it wasn't the Concept of Tranquility.
At the moment, Jing Jiu didn't want to discuss the Dao with her. "Where are the mosquitoes?" he asked.
Jing Jiu had been in the Fiend Prison for more than ten days. He had spent most of his time in this patch of green valley, save for the time he spent drifting in the dark space.
Why didn't he encounter those mosquitoes that could make the King Of The Underworld change expression?
"I've used the Soul-Fire to drive them away many times while you and I were talking. Those mosquitoes didn't go to your side. Well …"
The King Of The Underworld showed a baffled expression, asking, "Why didn't those mosquitoes come to bother you? Is it because your blood is stinky? "
Jing Jiu didn't heed him, saying, "Now that you can use the Soul-Fire to drive away the mosquitoes, why do you have to worry?"
The King Of The Underworld exclaimed angrily, "Do you mean I have to do this every day of my life?"
Jing Jiu thought it would be too miserable, and suggested, "You can make a mosquito net, or build a house."
"It's useless," said the King Of The Underworld. "I can't block them."
Jing Jiu didn't understand, saying, "Let me see."
The King Of The Underworld walked to the front of Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu heard the buzzing sound, but he didn't see anything. He looked around with beaming eyes, and finally saw those mosquitoes.
Those mosquitoes were really small, and even though he used his sword vision, he could only see very small black dots.
He raised his hand to wave at those mosquitoes, but he didn't touch anything.
These mosquitoes were really not simple to be able to avoid his wave.
The size of these mosquitoes exceeded the common sense of the natural world, and even exceeded the upper limit of imagination.
No matter how sharp the sword will was, no matter how majestic the power, they were like a grain of dust, or even smaller than a grain of dust. How could he hit them and crush them?
No wonder even the King Of The Underworld couldn't kill these mosquitoes.
The King Of The Underworld glanced at his right hand.
"Since you're so lazy and unwilling to use the Soul-Fire as a shield, I can only use the hardest and densest material to make a shield."
Jing Jiu said, "Your Majesty can try to melt the mountain rocks and then bury yourself inside."
The mountain rocks melted by the Soul-Fire would leave only the purest crystals, which would solidify and become extremely dense without any gaps.
Even if those mosquitoes were small, it would still be very difficult for them to pass through the solidified lava.
"If this method worked, wouldn't I just use the unsolidified lava to cover my body? We've done this since we were kids! "
The King Of The Underworld said angrily.
Jing Jiu thought he had become his nephew when he was a kid and couldn't communicate with him. It was a bit annoying, but he thought it had nothing to do with him.
Those were the mosquitoes of the Fiend Prison, not the monkeys of Aoyama.
Jing Jiu said, "You should let the person who imprisoned you deal with this problem."
"As I said earlier, nobody can come here except for you."
The King Of The Underworld said to Jing Jiu in a mocking tone, "You should be well aware that even that dragon can't come here."
Except for Jing Jiu, nobody could come here, not even the wind and rain.
The Seal of the King Of The Underworld was the only one.
The ocean couldn't enter a drop of water.
Jing Jiu didn't agree with this statement. If the ocean had a consciousness, it could let its consciousness enter every drop of water and communicate with the tiny life in it.
Yet, could that consciousness be regarded as the ocean itself?
Jing Jiu didn't want to think about this further, asking, "You have lived with them for more than six hundred years; have you found out what they are afraid of?"
The King Of The Underworld said, "I haven't found out yet; but I heard from your Master that they are afraid of thunder."
The verdant valley suddenly became quiet.
Jing Jiu looked at Jing Jiu in Silence for a long time before he asked, "Did he tell you that there is the Thunder-Soul Wood in Aoyama?"
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