Paradise of Demonic Gods

Inside a huge space station in outer space...

A man, who was covered in golden light, was floating about in the space station. The golden light turned into many threads that gushed out from his brain, connecting to the computers in the space stations. Many sets of experimental data kept on sweeping by before his eyes.

This man was the Gold Army's commander and the head of the Beira Clan. He was the absolute leader in the Gold Army—Edward.

Just then, a projection appeared before him. It was a Gold Warrior who was half-knelt on the ground. This person was one of the Generals in the Gold Army, and he was called Barnett.

Despite the fact that, his position in the Gold Army was secondary to the commander, Barnett still stood above the others. He was someone only the other few Generals could stand on equal ground with.

Right now, he was half-knelt before Edward, and there was only deep admiration on his face.

"What happened?"

General Barnett said, "Sir, Claude died on the snow plains in Kun Lun Mountains. The White Army's Commander has been changed to someone called Fang Xingjian.

"According to the reports we've received, Fang Xingjian was involved in Claude's death."

Despite hearing the news of Claude's death and the great news of White Army's leader being changed, it seemed as if no stir surged up in Edward's heart.

He said calmly, "Just these?"

"Uh..." General Barnett was stunned slightly before he nodded.

It seemed like there was only endless experimental data flashing in Edward's eyes, and he said, "I got it."

Barnett was stunned for a moment before asking, "Sir, do we need to take any action?"

Edward said coldly, "Wait till I've completed this set of experiments."

"But the Book of Wisdom..."

"It's fine." Gravity and electromagnetic forces went through a change at the same time in the outer space, and light rays started to distort. A hint of flickering glow appeared on Edward.

"Other than myself, who else has the rights to hold the Book of Wisdom?" Edward said in a matter-of-fact-tone. "Release the news of the Book of Wisdom and let them fight each other. I'll just go and clean up the mess after I'm done with this set of experiments."

The admiration on Barnett's face became increasingly intense as he saw the changes in the space. He thought inwardly, 'As the progress of the gathering of the Book of Wisdom continues to increase, the increment to the Commander's strength has become more and more terrifying.

'The people from the other armies will never understand how much more ahead Lord Edward is compared to them.

'This is knowledge—the absolute difference brought about by wisdom.'

...

In the small world within the Sacred White Crevice, Fang Xingjian was reading a booklet, and he was deeply engrossed in it.

The White Bone Longsword danced in the air before him, glimmering like it was darting through void space.

The Immortality Saint's body gradually appeared from the sword's body, and he nodded in satisfaction. "We're finally separated."

During this period of time, the Immortality Saint had been training in seclusion within Fang Xingjian's body. However, he thought of an idea by chance—to transfer his consciousness onto a Divine Equipment just like how a Divine level expert would create clones.

Amongst the four Divine Swords, the White Bone Longsword had the weakest quality. Its sword intent was also too deep and unfathomable due to the Instant Sword, thus it was hard to make progress in it. Therefore, its prowess was the weakest out of the four right now.

This was why the Immortality Saint was allowed to occupy it, letting him be temporarily separated from Fang Xingjian's body.

Although the White Bone Longsword was a little weaker, it was sufficient to the current Immortality Saint. He turned to look at Fang Xingjian and asked, "Brother Fang, have you made sense of things?"

Over the past few days, Fang Xingjian had read through the White Army's manuals.

Due to the history on this planet, the 13 armies had appeared a few centuries ago.

Amongst them, the ones who had the strongest pursuit for Dao were clearly the ascetics in religions such as Buddhism and Taoism.

Therefore, these people had always been the primary forces of the White Army ever since a few centuries ago.

Their cultivation method was to circulate the ring's energy in the way they had trained in the past, seeming like people who were trying to cultivate martial arts in a bid to become immortals.

What Fang Xingjian was reading now were the secret manuals from the White Army's collection.

Hearing the Immortality Saint's question, Fang Xingjian said, "Although their initial direction was wrong, they've made a path for themselves. After all, they've managed to unleash a portion of the ring's energy after putting it into practice for several centuries."

That was right. How could there possibly be no results after using the white ring's energy to experiment on various martial arts and stances over a few centuries? It was just that these results were still a far cry from the martial arts in Miracle World. After all, the history of the extraordinary powers existing in this world was far too short.

The Immortality Saint said, "The trial for tier six of the Divine level is definitely one that is plagued with dangers. Since we're going to help the White Army to dominate the world, then it's highly possible that the level of the White Army's strength is very far apart from the other 12 armies."

Fang Xingjian added, "Or that on this planet, there's still some kind of power that is unknown to us."

The Immortality Saint nodded in agreement. Both of them understood how dangerous the trial for tier six of the Divine level was. Things were definitely not that simple.

Simultaneously, Priest Longmai led over ten other priests—who also wore priest robes—and walked into the Sacred White Crevice, slowly heading in Fang Xingjian's direction.

These people were the White Army's warriors who had rushed back from the outside world, answering to Priest Longmai's summoning.

Behind him, there was a middle-aged priestess with sharp brows that were raised high up. Her hair was speckled with white, and there was a pernicious aura in her eyes. At one look, it was clear that she was someone who was very, very difficult to talk to. She was one of the General-level characters in the White Army—Priestess Yan.

Other than the Commander, the rankings in the 13 armies were in the order of generals, colonels, officers, and soldiers. The generals were further split into Generals, Lieutenant Generals, and Major Generals.

Priestess Yan, who had the rank of a General, was considered a top-notch character in the White Army.

Right now, she was following behind Priest Longmai with a dissatisfied expression. "Martial Uncle, why do we have to listen to that kid? No matter how strong he is, we can just fight it out with him.

"If we don't succeed, we'll just die. Which of us in the White Army are afraid of death?

"If we surrender and yield just so that we can survive, then how are we going to pursue the Dao? How are we going to cultivate to attain immortality?

"I've been holding it in these few days to the extent that I'm feeling very upset. I can't even meditate."

Priest Longmai shook his head, and intense feelings of admiration gleamed in his eyes.

Ever since Fang Xingjian displayed his deep and unfathomable capabilities the other day, and then unleashed so much of the ring's energy that it could fill up the entire Sacred White Crevice, Priest Longmai's attitude had changed. He was now extremely respectful toward Fang Xingjian.

After hearing what Priestess Yan said, he shook his head and said, "You don't understand. There's the shadow of the great Dao on this person. I can even sense the aura of the great Dao just by following him, observing him, and getting close to him.

"By following him, I'll have hope in my pursuit of the Dao.

"It's like what people say. After understanding the Dao in the day, it doesn't matter if they die that night . Let alone when we're just talking about feeling a little ashamed...?'"There's actually many different interpretations to this saying. The first one, which is the one I used here, is a common misinterpretation that takes this saying on a more literal sense. It says that if a person were to hear/learn about/understand a principle/truth/Dao in the day, it wouldn't matter to the person for him or her die that night.

Another interpretation that is less literal explains the saying as after having understood the principle/truth/Dao, then one must continue to stand by it and put it into practice.

I might not have covered the entire saying in full accuracy, because it's a little too deep, but I tried... >.