“Indeed,” Zhang Sanfeng nodded heavily. “Dugu Sword Saint suppressed Zhao Ling’er and imprisoned her in the Demon Locking Tower. He obviously couldn’t have been unaware of Zhao Ling’er’s identity, after all, he had a relationship with Zhao Ling’er’s mother. The only possibility is that… he knew Zhao Ling’er was going to die in Nanzhao Kingdom, but in the end, he still couldn’t reverse it.”
Rukia Kuchiki looked at Zhang Sanfeng strangely, and after considering for a moment, she still asked, "Why are you practitioners of Yanhuang Daoist arts all so mysterious? Why don't you just lay things out clearly?"
"Taoism inherently emphasizes non-action," Zhang Sanfeng paused briefly, then added, "Of course, Taoists cultivate different paths and have different personalities, which leads to different ways of handling things."
"Enough of that," the white-bearded man stared intently at the Drunken Sword Immortal. "Situ Zhong, what are you planning to do next?"
"Of course, we're going to save Zhao Ling'er." The Sword Immortal's voice was hoarse and deep, his eyes sharpening. "And... Lin Qing'er."
The Hall of Mist fell silent for a long time, and many people's expressions became strange.
"Wait, that's a lot of information in that sentence. Let me catch my breath." Xiaoyu raised her hand with a strange expression, and after adjusting it, she said in astonishment, "Your time is so early over there? This is... how many years ago is this?!"
"But upon closer reflection, it makes perfect sense." Zhang Sanfeng said thoughtfully, giving Su Han a deep look. "After all, the Speaker's power is terrifying."
While it's astonishing how easily one can extract the future, more than a decade from the present, from the long river of time, it's also perfectly natural for the Speaker of Parliament.
Let alone more than ten years from now... a hundred years from now, a thousand years from now... Zhang Sanfeng wouldn't be surprised if these time periods of the future were extracted.
Because that's the Speaker of the Council, the Speaker known as the Wheel of Fortune and the Illusory Principle.
"I've been thinking about something," Accelerator suddenly spoke up. "If you had increased your strength during this time, and then single-handedly rescued Zhao Ling'er, and even Lin Qing'er along with her, would you have been able to meet Li Xiaoyao from the future?"
"What?" The Sword Immortal was stunned for a moment, clearly not able to react immediately.
However, Conan instantly understood what Accelerator meant: "Yes, Li Xiaoyao decided to change himself and meet Zhao Ling'er, which is why he returned to the past."
“If you save people, including Lin Qing’er, now and change the future, Li Xiaoyao might not even have the chance to meet Zhao Ling’er... and then he will have no reason to return to the past.”
"Impossible!" The Drunken Sword Immortal answered decisively. After all, he was a sword immortal from Mount Shu, a cultivator, and his obsession with this matter was still very strong. "Many times, fate has its own plan. I can change many things, but the general trend cannot be changed. Even if I do my best now, it is very likely that I still cannot save Zhao Ling'er in the end."
"Senior brother... is far superior to me in this regard. He suppressed Zhao Ling'er, clearly wanting to save her... yet he ultimately failed. If even senior brother couldn't do it! How can I possibly do it?"
The Sword Immortal was pessimistic. Although he was determined to do it, he knew the hope was slim. Just like in the original history, Li Xiaoyao wanted to change his first meeting with Zhao Ling'er, but ended up circling the earth, causing history to repeat itself.
"You're wrong," Ying Zheng said decisively, his words filled with an air of dominance. "History cannot be changed? How ridiculous! The moment you entered the Misty Space, everything changed. You are now the biggest variable in your world!"
"What do you mean?" The Drunken Sword Immortal frowned.
"I am now the chosen one of my world's decrees," Ying Zheng said calmly. "Even if you are a so-called cultivator... you absolutely do not understand Heaven as well as I do."
"Because, in my own world, I am half the sky!"
The Sword Immortal's pupils widened suddenly, his mind shaken beyond words.
That statement was incredibly powerful. Even though he knew that everyone in the Misty Space was a genius, a powerful figure, or a protagonist destined for greatness from different worlds… he never expected to run into someone like him.
Many cultivators cultivate the Dao, which is the Dao of Heaven! Take his senior brother, for example, the Sword Saint Dugu.
And now, the sky is right before his eyes... So what if it's only half the sky? To him, is there any difference between it and the real sky?
Taking a few deep breaths, the Sword Immortal calmed himself down and bowed his head to Ying Zheng, "Please enlighten me."
"Do you know what it's like when I look at the members of the council from the perspective of the Heavenly Dao after I became the spokesperson for the Heavenly Dao?" A trace of recollection appeared on Ying Zheng's face.
"...What is it?"
"No, there is nothing, nothing that can be observed."
"How could this be?" The Drunken Sword Immortal was dumbfounded.
“I’ve said it before,” Ying Zheng said as always, “by joining the Mist Space, you may automatically have the protection of the Council Speaker! You have broken the chains of your former tragic fate.”
“This is no exaggeration. Because the heavens of your world, the destiny of your world… can no longer bind you. In another sense, you have transcended… although you have merely joined the Mist Space.”
The Sword Immortal fell silent for a long time, then suddenly turned and stared at Su Han, feeling his scalp tingle at that moment.
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Chapter 207 The Speaker of the Council is the superior of the Heavenly Dao of the Endless World? (Sixth update, extra chapter for "Awooo the Fierce")
"That's perfectly normal, isn't it?" Tony Stark scoffed. "Didn't we already say the Speaker of the Council is the Wheel of Fortune?"
"Perhaps the Speaker of Parliament is the boss who controls the fate of your world."
"And incidentally, he's also the Heavenly Dao's superior?" Huang Rong added subconsciously.
Then, the Hall of Mist fell silent once more.
"Hmm?" Huang Rong belatedly realized something was wrong. She looked around and found that many council members were deep in thought. She glanced at the high-ranking council speaker, who, as always, did not offer any comment.
Could it really be true? Huang Rong gasped. Honestly, she really was just saying it offhand.
However, upon closer reflection, it seems that adding the setting of the council chairman as the ruler of the endless world's heavenly Dao... does not seem contradictory at all.
After all, the Speaker of the Council is suspected of holding the reins of destiny, and destiny has always been an indispensable power of the Heavenly Dao...
This also explains why the Speaker of Parliament likes to eat evil gods.
Because the evil god enjoys devouring the world, the council chairman, being its superior, retaliated...
This can even be linked to their previous deduction that their world was created by the Speaker of the Council... Since it was created by the Speaker of the Council, isn't it only natural that it belongs to the Speaker of the Council?
The more Huang Rong thought about it, the more likely it seemed.