[The Tyrant of Behemoth] (4)

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Volume One: The Tyrant of Behemoth
, Chapter Four: Possession
. "Truly amazing Eastern magic!" Bigail exclaimed sincerely. He turned to look at the Great Snow Mountain, which had once been a vast expanse of white, now appearing as a mere white dot, the boundless land stretching out before him. At an altitude of nearly ten thousand meters, only the sound of the two-legged dragon flapping its wings and the whooshing of the high-altitude wind could be heard. Even if Helen stood five meters away and shouted his name, she probably wouldn't hear it. Even the sound transmission of the magic arrays in humanity's most secret military bases might not reach such a distance or be so clear. Yet the old madman's voice was so clear; no wonder Bigail was filled with admiration.
“Eastern magic is indeed amazing, but the reason you can hear me now is—” The mad old man paused, then said in a frustrated voice, “Actually, what you're hearing isn't my voice, but a resonance of mental fluctuations. The real reason is that I'm currently inside your body; more accurately, we're sharing one body.”
Bigel was struck dumb, his face turning pale. His mind reeled, and he nearly stumbled off the wyvern. Fortunately, the wyvern was also an intelligent being. Sensing the behemoth's instability, it immediately spread its wings, rising vertically to shield Bigel on both sides. Bigel was thus saved. This situation wasn't uncommon at high altitudes; after all, anything could happen there—lightning, torrential rain, even magic.
Bigailu, still shaken, gasped for breath and, after trying to calm his racing heart, roared, "You despicable human! Don't even think about trying to control Behemoth by possessing my soul! The Behemoth priests can see right through your ridiculous trick!"
"My little ancestor! You're now dead, along with your unborn child!" the mad old man wailed.
"Have you been lurking in our Behemoths with ulterior motives all along, or were you bribed along the way? Confess now, and I will plead with the High Priest of Behemoths to purify your soul, or else you will be forever condemned to the Hell Sea. We Behemoths have always treated you well, how could you repay kindness with such treachery?"
"Treated me well?" The mad old man said with a tone as if he had heard a joke, "If you had truly treated me well, why have I been imprisoned in Behemoths for decades without being released? That cunning and treacherous Elder seems to let me do as I please, but in reality, he must have used some means to control me! Humph."
"What proof do you have?" Bigeru deeply agreed. Let alone the cunning Elder, even a twenty-year-old Behemoth should know that trusting a human is tantamount to being sold out and still counting the money for him.
"Proof? There's no proof, but when I first arrived in Behemoth, he placed a whole bunch of experts around me under the guise of being my guide and protector. Later, all of them withdrew, leaving none behind. Unless he did something to me, how could there be such a stark contrast?" The mad old man seemed quite clever, having reached some kind of tacit understanding with the Grand Elder in exchange for his freedom in Behemoth. "So
what? One can't be too careful, can one? Don't you humans say that too? Besides, you've been in Behemoth for years, you know Behemoth inside and out. Letting you go back to the human realm would be like releasing a tiger back into the mountains!" Bigeru naturally felt no shame for the Grand Elder's actions. Even a trace of shame would prevent the Grand Elder from so confidently sending Bigeru to the human region to cultivate. "
However, I've been waiting for this moment for many years, and finally, my long-cherished wish has been fulfilled. If I wasn't completely confident in persuading you, I naturally wouldn't have made a fuss." The mad old man appeared full of confidence.
Bigairu hesitated for a moment, then asked, "I'll give you ten minutes to persuade me, otherwise I'll turn back and see how the Grand Elder deals with you." Bigairu's tone towards the Grand Elder was more earnest than ever before.
"First of all, our souls have already merged into one. I believe that with the current level of Behemoth's soul priests, there's absolutely no way to separate two souls from one body. If they punish me, your soul will inevitably be affected as well. You must know the extreme pain of soul punishment within Behemoth, right?
Secondly, I'm transferring your soul to this body. The Behemoth priests obviously won't do that, otherwise they wouldn't have asked me to do it. Even if the Behemoth priests can destroy my soul, you will be forever imprisoned in this body. Even if you can tolerate the weakness of humans, would Behemoth allow a creature with a human body to be its ruler? I'm afraid even the Tagore wouldn't." "You'll be mine, won't you? At that point, not only Helen, but even your own life will be in danger. The elders of Behemoth will absolutely not allow you to act as you please. Do you think you'll be imprisoned in a dark cave or a cold ice cave then?
Thirdly, sharing a body with me has endless advantages. First, you will possess my memories and experience. You can cultivate Eastern Taoist techniques with my help, and after so many years of traveling the continent, I have accumulated many treasures, things many people dream of. If you really disagree, I can use these things to bribe the Grand Elder. I believe you'll be left with nothing but tears then." The mad old man spoke eloquently, completely unlike his previous madness.
"You bastard, shameless human! Do you think I'll be threatened by you?" Bigairu roared in fury, waving his arms uncontrollably.
"Heh, is your anger stemming from fear or temptation?" the mad old man chuckled.
Bigairu didn't continue his anger as expected, but remained silent for a while. He said slowly, "I'm not afraid of your threats, but if I go back like this, I'm afraid I'll never have the chance to travel among humans again." Bigairu sighed, "Seeing how much pain you're in, I can't bear to make things so difficult for you. There are ways to escape Behemoth, so why go through all this?"
"Actually, I'm afraid you won't believe it, but I've endured so much humiliation, sacrificing my dignity and honor. Please don't laugh! It's all for the revival of the Daoist arts of our Eastern Continent," the mad old man said solemnly.
Bigairu kept a straight face and didn't laugh out loud. But in his heart, he kept thinking, "Why do you keep talking about things you don't have, like dignity and honor?" "Ahem! I knew you wouldn't believe me. But you don't understand. In fact, our Eastern Continent is no longer in the era of flourishing Taoist magic; it has entered the era of steel civilization." "Alas! Hundreds of years ago, the elders of Kunlun Mountain discovered that the primordial energy between heaven and earth had been polluted. Later, when Western civilization invaded, Kunlun Mountain resolutely decided to use the magic of reversing the universe to reverse the primordial energy back to the blessed lands and seal them away, severing their only connection with the world." "From then on, Taoist magic, like water without a source, finally dried up. Many Yanhuang people even no longer believe that Taoist magic ever existed." "Alas, do you even know what pollution is?" The mad old man suddenly remembered that Bigairu might not understand the modern word "pollution."
"Of course I understand!" Bigairu roared. "Don't the books always say that the evil forces of darkness corrupted the artifacts of light, or that I ejaculated in the sea?" "Ahem, aren't they all called pollution?" "That's just pollution, that's just energy conversion and erosion. The pollution I'm talking about is—let me think, for example, your room was originally filled with fresh air, but your little maid closed all the doors and windows and then lit wood. How would you feel?" "Feel? Of course, it would be very choking." "Yes, that's air pollution." "Air pollution? Then the steel civilization you just mentioned is just a lot of people lighting wood together, right? What a strange civilization." "—" The mad old man was speechless and almost fainted—if he had a physical body, it would be strange. He had read so many transmigrator articles on Qidian.com, why could they even explain computers to ancient people, but he couldn't even explain what air pollution was?
"Let's get to the point. I'm just an ordinary modern person who, by chance, obtained a peerless divine weapon—the Immortal Execution Sword. Although it's broken, the divine power within it still instantly refined me to the Divine Cultivation stage. After I fully absorbed the divine power, a Heavenly Tribulation occurred, and then I inexplicably arrived here. Perhaps entering another plane through a time tunnel is also called ascension. However, upon arriving here, I was pleasantly surprised to find that this place is filled with pure primordial energy. But then another problem arose: my body has already taken shape, and I can no longer convert the elements here into primordial energy. This is because this world is different from ours. Where we are, primordial energy is inherently present, but here, the primordial energy has been converted into magical elements. And if all cultivation techniques are abolished, I'm afraid I will die immediately, after all, my life has exceeded a hundred years." "So you want to use my body? But why does it have to be me? Can't someone else do it?" "Others could do it too, of course, but none of them are as blessed as you. You know that cultivating Eastern magic requires both physical strength and good fortune, which is why I chose you." Bigeru scoffed, not believing that there was such a thing as free dog meat.
"Cultivating Eastern Taoist methods has many benefits," the mad old man began to ramble on, "First of all, it doesn't interfere with your other cultivation. You know that in Behemoth, and even throughout Azeroth, dual cultivation of magic and martial arts is very difficult, but Eastern Taoist methods don't have this limitation. Anyone can reach the Innate Realm through marrow cleansing and tonification, and then absorb the primordial energy of heaven and earth. After 'Seeking the Way,' 'Transforming into Form,' 'Refining the Spirit,' 'Controlling Qi,' and 'Cultivating the Spirit,' one can ascend to the ranks of immortals and become what you call a god." "Come on, that's easy for you to say. Does that mean your Eastern continent is full of gods?" "You're not wrong, because we have nearly ten thousand gods on our Eastern continent. Of course, absorbing the primordial energy of heaven and earth also depends on fate, not to mention that at the end of cultivation, one must undergo a heavenly tribulation, which is when lightning strikes from the sky, and only one in ten thousand survives. If you don't want to become a god, you can maintain your Taoist methods forever, and you can move mountains and overturn seas, and fly on a sword." "Really?" Bigail curled his lip in disdain, not believing the old madman's flowery words at all. He simply couldn't figure out how to kick the old man out of his body, so he could only let things take their course. He figured if the old man wanted to harm him, he wouldn't need to go to such lengths
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