Demon Cultivator in Abyssal Era

"I should have told you before, cooperating with me is your best choice, right?" The celestial’s voice echoed again, "It’s a pity you didn’t choose to trust me back then."

"But it’s okay, I can still give you a chance to return now."

"Next, if you stop obstructing me, I will follow the previous proposal and kill ninety-five percent of the people, allowing us both to ’clear the level’ smoothly."

"How about it? Under the current circumstances, isn’t this proposal sincere enough?" The celestial suggested again.

In truth, he didn’t want to have a life-and-death struggle with Chu Xiu, because if the other party went mad after failing the mission and destroyed Fallen Paradise, it would do him no good. He might as well give up a part of the population.

After all, humans reproduce quickly, and a few generations would restore the numbers.

As his voice fell, Chu Xiu was momentarily silent, while Liang Zhan stared, shocked and angry!

"Kill ninety-five percent of the people?!"

"As a Saint Monk, you would do such a thing! Aren’t you afraid of being entangled in a killing karma, of cause and effect?"

"Killing karma? Cause and effect?" The celestial scoffed, curling his lips, "I’m a materialist."

At these words, Liang Zhan was even more furious, but at this moment, he had no choice but to turn to Chu Xiu, pleading, "My lord! That’s twenty thousand lives! Are you really going to disregard these twenty thousand lives?"

"Bang!"

The deputy general behind Liang Zhan directly knelt down: "My lord! My parents, wife, and children have been bewitched by that beast, I beg you to please save them!"

With him taking the lead, a clatter of kneeling followed immediately behind him, as dozens of martial Dao experts present, each with family—wives and children, parents, siblings—now faced having their lives taken by the celestial!

And even if they were fortunate enough to be among the remaining five percent, they would live the rest of their lives under the celestial’s rule!

Even among the Buddhist Elders, many pleaded, as this world’s Buddhist Sect did not forbid passions and desires, and they too had family captured by the celestial!

Looking at the crowds kneeling one after another, the celestial’s face turned somewhat unsightly, coldly snorting: "Hmph, on a normal day, I’m afraid you wouldn’t kneel so sincerely, right?"

"But do you think this will work? He is merely a powerful Awakened; he is not an omnipotent God. Do you really think of him as Buddha?"

"If earlier, he fought to the death with all his might, he might have had a chance to exhaust the Celestial Dragon’s energy through continuous restoration consumption, but now, the Celestial Dragon can soar at any time, what can he do to stop me?"

The celestial’s face twisted with a smug smile as he said, "Hurry up and make a choice, Civilization Envoy. Will you heed my suggestion to smoothly complete your mission and ascend a Tier, or do you insist on a fight to the death, where neither side benefits?"

His eyes were filled with pride and anticipation, seemingly convinced that Chu Xiu would not refuse, eager to see the despair on Liang Zhan and the others’ faces when they were abandoned.

Although in essence, he was just a charlatan wrapped in religious garb, in this small world, he was its God, and Liang Zhan and others’ actions were tantamount to betrayal!

For a moment, all eyes focused on Chu Xiu.

Under the hopeful gaze of Liang Zhan and others, a rare expression of hesitation surfaced on Chu Xiu’s face.

Of course, he was unwilling to just take the baseline trial rewards, but what could he do about unwillingness? How could he stop the Celestial Dragon?

And just as Chu Xiu was contemplating, an even more despairing event occurred to the crowd.

At the far end of the earth, an incredibly powerful aura suddenly appeared without warning!

The alien Civilization Envoy, strengthened eightfold, had been resurrected.