Killing Dao Fruit
Chapter 627 - 557: Smuggling into Outer Heaven, Four Cunning Immortals_2

Chapter 627: Chapter 557: Smuggling into Outer Heaven, Four Cunning Immortals_2

The pollution of the Killing Tree was always progressive, slowly touching upon unknown realms from what was known, before the corresponding knowledge could be gradually activated.

In the Lost Layer, theories alone could make possibilities a reality.

But to create "Great Dao Simplicity" in reality required pre-activating so much prerequisite knowledge—overwhelmingly extensive.

Several civilizational levels were missing in between.

Hearing Wang Yuan’s proclamation, a group of simple Butterfly Immortals couldn’t help but cheer in unison, fluttering their wings and dancing around the two.

"That’s wonderful, we are so accomplished!

Just being born a month ago, and already at such a young age, we have obtained work, Old Master Wang truly is a good person!"

"For a whole month, we are finally no longer a burden and can contribute our strength to the Heavenly Dao."

"..."

Looking at pair after pair of innocent eyes, even someone as unscrupulous as Old Master Wang felt a wave of guilt rising within him.

By normal standards, if child labor was a crime, what he had done might be considered unforgivable.

These naturally kind-hearted and justice-filled Heavenly People had always been the most reliant foundation of the indigenous Heavenly Dao.

In this world where Daoist Skill manifested divinity, it was entirely possible to ensure the principle of "responsibility commensurate with authority" was implemented one hundred percent.

Heavenly People, having received the world’s most adoration, the strongest talents, and the best treatment, were destined to stand guard at the most daunting posts.

Just like Wang Yuan’s own status as a "Heavenly Dao foot soldier," it was all a predetermined fate.

Huang Wu softly encouraged them, then confirmed with Wang Yuan:

"Starting today, the Butterfly Immortals will sift through here with saturated attacks.

In the real world outside the Returning Ruins, there are still four Green Seal guardians in place, which should roughly maintain balance.

It shouldn’t result in losing control of the situation in a short time."

The Ghost Baby nodded:

"Yeah, it should be about right.

The ’Backdoor’ that’s wide open, unlike the ’South Heavenly Gate’ directly blocked by the Nine Hevens Cloud Realm, was never going to be perfectly sealed.

’Great Dao Simplicity’ excels in physical attack, but that’s not equal to invincibility.

Once those Weird things on the Heavenly Gate figure things out, it’s only a matter of time before some slip through the net.

But once we establish the ’Returning Ruins Oil Field’ on July 22nd, the situation should improve significantly."

Each time the "Dragon Qi Prohibition" collapsed, a large number of bizarre Weird creatures would smuggle themselves in from Outer Heaven.

For the Nine Soldiers, whether guarding the "Heavenly Gate" or the "Backdoor", the standing principle was always to let the small go and focus on the big.

The bodies of both the Heavenly Officials and the Green Seal Sages were strictly forbidden to pass.

For other existences, unless they ran directly into the hands of a Corpse Dissection Immortal, all were left unchallenged.

After all, it was through the mutual restraint of Heavenly Spirit and Earth Spirit Qi that the world’s cultivation system was able to successfully manifest its laws.

Even having the capability to completely close off the Heavenly Gate would be tantamount to cutting off one’s own oxygen tubes and lifeline, surrendering without a fight.

In the past, to achieve communication between Heaven and Earth, even if the Sect of the Mortal World performed a Blood Sacrifice to summon, only those at the Yellow Seal Mage Realm could pass through.

But with the ’Backdoor’ now open, although the Heavenly Officials lost the key and dared not take the risk to pass through, the level of support available to the Mortal World had risen a notch.

As long as the Green Seal is not afraid to die, there’s a certain probability they can successfully pass through the Backdoor and become a weighty factor affecting the balance of strategy.

"However, I come here at least once a day to perform ’Great Dao Simplicity’, letting the Yellow Heaven Divine System know it’s me blocking this spot.

Logically deducing,

since the West King Holy Mother sent a Nine-Tailed Fox to possess Xing’er and prepare to assassinate me, their safest strategy now would be to wait for me to be drained by the Nine-Tailed Fox before sending someone down.

Even if there are Green Seal Strange Immortals brave enough to risk their lives, it’s very likely they won’t even make it through the Backdoor before being taken care of by the spacetime turbulence."

"Now it’s just a matter of whether we can maintain this ’understanding’ until the plan is executed."

Unfortunately.

Wang Yuan, from the perspective of human nature to seek gains and avoid harms, imagined the naturally chaotic and unpredictable Heavenly Officials with a bit too much caution.

As the torrent of fervent energy began to subside, and the dried-up Ruishui River above the ’Backdoor’ started to flow once more, it created surging waves.

A scroll of green bamboo slip, enclosed by a circle of yellow bubbles for protection, followed the flow stealthily beneath their watch, passing by unnoticed.

It was the ’Information Picky Eating’ power from the Yellow God:

Ensuring that specific information wouldn’t catch anyone’s attention at all, unseen and unheard.

Faintly visible on that scroll were the two characters for "Green History."

It also had a smooth cut like a mirror, seemingly shaved off by a fifth from the spacetime turbulence, and carried a few traces of scorching, seemingly having undergone a trial by ’Great Dao Simplicity’ as well.

The last time ’Great Dao Simplicity’ failed, the opponent was an Inverted Taoist practicing ’Inverted Chaos Heaven Technique’, capable of ’deceiving heaven’ (Chapter 256).

Here it seemed another exception had emerged.

At this moment, the bamboo slip was drifting down the Heavenly River like a completely inanimate object, entering the Dream Realm of the ancient Twelve Corpses and the Collective Unconscious of mankind.

It wasn’t until after receiving a second boost from the Yellow Consort’s Corpse resembling a huge eye did it finally resurface into the reality of the world, far from the Returning Ruins.

Only after breaking free from danger did the bubbles formed by ’Information Picky Eating’ suddenly shatter.

"Cough cough cough..."

The "Green History" bamboo slip let out a gut-wrenching cough, as ink, resembling blood, seeped out from its crevices.

One might almost doubt whether it would collapse, snapping the ropes binding it, and fall apart.