My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

This Celestial Venerable Wen Ce immediately sensed that things were not looking good,

Facing them alone, he could suppress them, but adding a young Celestial Venerable group that was already among the strongest, he was bound to fail.

"I have to escape."

He felt a bit unwilling in his heart.

"Kill Celestial Venerable Wen Ce!"

Sister Trumpet shouted, seizing the opportunity, "He probably wants to run; take down his subordinates, forty-nine of them, keep as many as you can. Each one is a painstakingly gathered seat fragment-assembled powerhouse."

Thump, thump, thump.

In an instant, musical instruments resounded loudly.

Their forty-nine joined hands to attack, causing group damage, initially terrifying, like a tsunami overwhelming everything in an instant.

Boom!

Several of their weaker Celestial Venerables couldn't withstand it and were sent flying by the strong impact.

Celestial Venerable Wen Ce was so angry he spat blood, "This person's talent is indeed terrifying; to think he developed a combined strike method for forty-nine seats, a group effort that can be called the strongest, an unheard-of talent... Yet, when I was younger, I was not inferior to him, even stronger by a significant margin!"

The entire universe knew, forty-nine seats joined hands could be called the strongest,

Didn't he develop a similar joint combat technique?

The method he developed in secret was not weak!

Even stronger!

It should be known that in the past, Celestial Venerables joined hands with a Divine Artifact, and the various seats joined hands to form a combined Dao Artefact, which was crafted by him, Celestial Venerable Wen Ce.

Unfortunately, the forty-nine members lacked "trust" and couldn't join forces completely and entrust their backs to each other. With reservations, there was absolutely no possibility of jointly performing a combined strike technique.

"How did he manage to make a group of sinister geniuses join hands without trust?"

Celestial Venerable Wen Ce was dumbfounded, "Could it be that he has incredible charisma, making everyone in the team trust him unconditionally? Trust that he won't play dirty tricks?"

He truly guessed the truth,

Does Sister Trumpet's "charisma" even need mentioning?

And Sister Trumpet herself had such incredible luck; her soul was vast and terrifying, understanding the souls and goodwill of others. The team members she found were all kind, passionate, and upright people, without much deceit, genuinely good people.

This was the ability of the Immortal Venerable, to find people with goodwill toward oneself, which was considered a small "oath" rule.

Otherwise, how did the Immortal Venerable in ancient times unite others to unify the world?

This small oath ability, although not as absolutely powerful as those in later generations, was astonishing when there were no guarantees at all.

"I have to run!"

Celestial Venerable Wen Ce felt a chill in his heart, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

His side's forty-nine were a scattered mess, while the other was a tightly knit group; they were not at the same power level.

"We retreat; as many as can survive, let them survive." As Celestial Venerable Wen Ce's words fell, it was like his heart was bleeding!

Just now, he had teamed up with Immortal and Yuanshou for a big harvest, the spoils were terrifying, being one of the biggest winners on that battlefield. He thought he could kill the Celestial Venerables besieging and pursuing him and plan a rise again,

But now, all of it had to be handed over?

"Chase them!"

Sister Trumpet shouted, like a gang leader, "To send them off."

In an instant, the suona blared, gongs and drums clanged.

The battle was fought fiercely,

Celestial Venerable Wen Ce suffered an attack from both sides, got beaten so hard he lost his armor, and finally fled without a trace.

"Let's go!" Sister Trumpet led a group of people away from the Celestial Venerables of the Celestial Court surrounding Celestial Venerable Wen Ce. The other side didn't recognize them, avoiding any attacks on themselves.

When they finally settled down, they started counting their gains.

It was simply a big harvest.

Celestial Venerable Wen Ce and others had just set up to kill on the battlefield, leaving an unknown number of Celestial Venerables dead, gaining an unknown number of seats. Now, they had seized over twenty seats from them!

Which meant the opponents had effectively been rendered half useless.

"Celestial Venerable Wen Ce has already been crippled." Sister Trumpet was very pleased.

Other strong members were also very happy,

Originally not participating in the battlefield because Sister Trumpet was heading directly to intercept the biggest gain from Celestial Venerable Wen Ce, was the most profitable.

Fifty years passed after this battle,

The entire universe's structure quietly changed, numerous strong figures fell, and many Celestial Venerable seats highly condensed.

It was said that a Celestial Venerable in the Celestial Court had already condensed a material plane seat to eighty percent supreme. Gathering the remaining pieces, he would truly be a new Celestial Venerable.

But alas, how difficult were the remaining twenty percent to find?

All were in the hands of various top powerhouses, holding onto these minuscule rules and refusing to give them, preventing the others from fully rising and dominating.

At this time, on a certain planet,

Thump, thump, thump!

A tall and strong man, with a simple expression, was learning to play the suona diligently.

"You've successfully completed your training." Sister Trumpet patted his shoulder.

It must be admitted,

No wonder he was the most terrifying emperor in the history of the initial universe, with astonishing aptitude in cultivation and understanding of heavenly rules, unrivaled,

This learning ability allowed him to master the knowledge and instruments Sister Trumpet taught in just over fifty years, becoming the "lead singer" suona player of the band to perfectly replace her seat.

Fifty years,

The forty-eight other members beside him were completely stunned!

This level, even for talented monstrous geniuses, would generally take thousands or tens of thousands of years to reach.

"This was how I was in my youth, amazing, right?" Sister Trumpet was quite pleased, pointing to the simple-minded man constantly eating, her title was rightly Earth's strongest ancestor, Sister Trumpet...

Look at this, in my youth, in my past life as a young Shisheng, it only took fifty years to reach this level!

Who would believe this if told?

"Amazing."

"Truly amazing!"

"As expected of Sister Trumpet, the former number one Monarch in cosmic history, truly unprecedented!"

"Following you, in the future, we're most likely to be the top forty-nine Celestial Venerable team among everyone!"

The members beside kept flattering.

But as they watched this simple-minded man constantly eat, they thought to themselves:

"He's amazing, but unfortunately, it's at the cost of intelligence."

Indeed, as recorded by those ancient Grand Ancestor Shi Shengs they had seen,

The universe was incredibly fair. Immortal Ancestor Shi Sheng was an unprecedentedly abnormal partial genius; others had strong Dao comprehension and intelligence, while the Ancestor?

All his brainpower was focused on Dao comprehension.

So simple-minded,

Just like one of those dock laborers with low intelligence; though powerful, easily fooled, willing to work for a meal.

But it was precisely this first-ever supreme talent in cultivation comprehension, combined with the immortality rule enhancing intelligence, that made him the strongest genius ever in both regards.

Because of this, his strength was unprecedented, allowing him to evolve and shape the future's grand trends, laying the foundational stone of the Great Dao for the nascent universe with his own efforts!

"Cough, cough, cough, what's with all of your sorry looks?"

Sister Trumpet felt slightly awkward, "Didn't you see his talents? The younger me was a bit more simple-minded than now, but the abilities were indisputable! You all use your combined wisdom to aid him, to avoid him being deceived!"

Everyone froze inwardly, looking at this rice-eating strong man:

That was an honest truth; he is a bit more simple-minded than your current self,

But your levels of simple-mindedness aren't that far apart either.