DNDAS

Chapter 132: Formation's Heart

The human heart contained many emotions – love, hatred, sorrow, and happiness. When negative emotions like fury, remorse, resentment, jealousy, killing intent, greed, and so on invaded the heart, one would turn cynical and even desire the destruction of the world.

For many people, during moments of extreme dejection, they would suddenly question – why did they have to live? This world was truly too disgusting. For the great majority of the time, this emotion was short-lived; this sort of negative thinking could be tossed to the back of the mind with a nap or a bath, to arise only at the next time one was unhappy.

This sort of emotion vanished in a blink of an eye, but the gloomy qi borne from it still remained in the Heavens and Earth. It was precisely this anger, greed, and despair generated by humans themselves that the Worship of Ten Thousand Yao formation exploited to reach completion.

More than five thousand years ago, the yao world gradually waned in power. A rumor arose during that time, stating that the yao world would be welcoming its strongest emperor who would lead the yao race to new horizons.

This rumor had disappeared along with the great yao and was gradually forgotten by the yao cultivators. Even among the yao cultivators who survived the ancient era, the majority of them did not take this rumor to be true.

The yao race prized strength above all else, but it didn't need a yao emperor.

Fu Li could hear many voices – happy ones, sorrowful ones, desperate ones, and hopeful ones. A colossal voice filled with despair and pain was calling out to him, waiting for him to save it.

My emperor, we are awaiting your awakening.

Who are you?

We are your people.

Tortured souls wailing in anguish stretched as far as Fu Li could see. Their facial features were distorted, their souls incomplete. Unable to reincarnate, their only fate was for their soul to slowly dissipate in the stream of time.

Fu Li felt their wrath and unwillingness as if it belonged to him. He hated the unjust heavenly law and hated the humans who were clearly weak yet occupied the earth.

The yao race absorbed the essence of the sun and moon and cultivated a long-lived body with much difficulty, and now they had to voluntarily drop dead just because heavenly law needed the humans to prosper?

Unfair!

This was unfair!

How hateful, how hateful!

He wanted... these humans to kneel and worship the yao race, to be enslaved by the yao race for generations upon generations.

Zhuang Qing realized that the Fu Li in his arms had opened his eyes, his body of fiery fur so gorgeous that it was a little ominous.

"Dragon?" Golden pupils stared at Zhuang Qing. There was no emotion in his eyes, as if he merely viewed Zhuang Qing as an underling who only needed to crawl by his feet.

The unease in Zhuang Qing's heart intensified as he gazed at Fu Li in his embrace. His expression was alien to him. Pressing down his heart that was jumping about lawlessly, he asked, "Fu Li, what's wrong with you?"

"Ignorant little yao, I am the emperor of the yao race, who permitted you to call me by my name?" Fu Li jumped down from Zhuang Qing's body, turning into his human form. THe blazing red streak on his forehead emanated formidable yao power.

"Fu Li..." Zhuang Qing stretched out a hand to block him from walking towards the heart of the formation, but Fu Li pushed his hand away, the palm of his hand slamming against Zhuang Qing's chest. "Rude junior."