My gorgeous wife Chapter 2287 - 2255: Wild Grass

Jianghu, has always been a general term.

Wherever there are people, there is Jianghu.

If the entire Starry Universe is a grand Jianghu, then this grand Jianghu is composed of countless smaller Jianghus.

And at this moment, the two people sitting in this inconspicuous courtyard, floating against reason in the air, would stand at the very Peak in any Jianghu.

Because they are the last remaining Palm Source Realm Powerhouses in the Starry Universe.

The Holy Primordial Demon and Guangming Saint of the Way.

"Guangming, you should still call me Senior, correct?" the Holy Primordial Demon remarked leisurely, savoring the tea set on the table by Guangming, speaking with a calm demeanor.

Guangming’s expression did not change: "In terms of birth time, you are an Innate Demon, while I am merely a descendant of the Era of the Seven Realms, calling you Senior seems natural. However, within this Holy Realm, there aren’t many old fellows who could bear my calling them ’Senior’."

"Indeed, there aren’t many." The Holy Primordial Demon nodded leisurely, "Still, I should count as one."

Guangming remained silent.

Suddenly, the wind rose between the two.

The surrounding scene, like a painting, began to peel away abruptly. Yet, under certain force, continued to restore itself incessantly.

Silent collapses and restorations of space occurred around them.

Outside the courtyard, the floating Imperial Palaces seemed to sense this peculiar force, hastily speeding away, distancing themselves from the area at the first moment.

The Holy Realm is vast, yet to these Palm Realm strongmen, it is undoubtedly like a cage, where the consequences of a single duel can be extremely serious.

However, within the Holy Realm, duels between Palm Realm powerhouses are not unheard of.

It’s just that Dao Saints rarely make moves.

Yet today, two Dao Saints unexpectedly clashed.

This made the powerhouses in the surrounding Palace Immortal Mansions curious, yet unable to suppress their apprehension, hastily distancing from the area.

Knowing well that a Dao Saint duel is so perilous, even Ancient Ancestors risk being shredded by the aftermath if they approach, no one wishes to invite trouble without cause.

Around Guangming and the Holy Primordial Demon, space collapsed and restored continuously, yet the two remained utterly still, their tea-drinking gestures halted not even slightly, appearing leisurely and suitable, with no Killing Aura.

Yet the perpetual collapse and restoration of surrounding space narrates the sheer astonishment of their intangible duel.

Eventually, amid this duel that nearly collapses the viewer’s Mind Spirit, the Holy Primordial Demon’s hand holding tea slightly paused.

With this minute pause by the Holy Primordial Demon, surrounding space ceased collapsing but promptly restored.

Guangming chuckled lightly, continuing to drink tea.

But the Holy Primordial Demon put down the teacup, becoming silent.

After a long while, the Holy Primordial Demon slowly spoke: "Originally, I wanted to rely on my age, but unexpectedly found out that I am truly old."

Guangming also casually placed down the teacup, looked at the Holy Primordial Demon, slowly said: "Naturally, the Senior Primordial Demon is not old, but the current era is different now, we can no longer purely cling to the past."

"Is the era different?" The Holy Primordial Demon lightly fiddled with the teacup, still showing deep hesitation on his face.

"Over the years, across so many eras, we’ve sown countless Seeds in the Starry Universe, yet to this day, only this one has successfully blossomed and borne fruit, hope is right before our eyes, yet we let go like this, is it really fine?" Exhaling a deep breath, the Holy Primordial Demon spoke.

"True Gold needs to be tempered by fire." Guangming’s gaze was profound: "Compared to you, I’ve come in contact with him somewhat, although this contact is my own Creation, for it might count as me knowing him better than you."

"He was the choice made by the Supreme, yet isn’t he also a Seed we’ve sown. But some matters we can’t continually guide. In the Lower Realm, the plants with the most resilient Life Force often aren’t those that receive meticulous care but are the wild grass neglected by all."

Guangming said softly: "In recent eras, how many ’well-supervised’ Seeds have we sown? Yet in the end, they don’t surpass us old fellows, even most get stuck at Soul Realm, unable to even touch the threshold of the Palm Realm. And this Seed, even in ’wild growth’ conditions, grew to this extent."

"Senior Primordial Demon, although you’re of Demonic Path origin, your heart remains excessively kind, more like a Buddha than those Old Baldies." Guangming chuckled lightly.

The Holy Primordial Demon pondered for a moment, then shook his head: "Is that so? As an Innate God and Demon, my Power originally bestowed by the Starry Universe, what difference is there between Demons and Buddhas? Merely a different kind of Power. Isn’t this definition of power factions concocted by you young ones?"

"That makes sense too, reaching the Realm we are in now, whatever faction’s Power, long lost its meaning." Guangming nodded.

"Then this time..." The Holy Primordial Demon couldn’t help but inquire further.

Guangming closed his eyes, saying nothing.

Seeing Guangming in this stance, the Holy Primordial Demon understands Guangming wouldn’t make a move now.

Perhaps even restrain him from taking any action.

The Holy Primordial Demon couldn’t help but look upward, seeing the sky of the Holy Realm barely different from the ordinary planets, his eyes shared a lost look.

"Compared to the offspring of the Blood Old Ghost, that one resembles the heir of Old Blood; asking me to stand idly by like this, I truly find it uneasy..." The Holy Primordial Demon murmured.

Withdrawing his gaze, the Holy Primordial Demon turned toward Guangming: "You speak of Lower Realm life with the strongest vitality being the wild grass, unable to be extinguished by wildfires, regrowing with spring winds. But if the fire is too fierce, burning even the roots, what then?"

Human interactions, worldly affairs, hardest to reason.

As once things are broken down into reasons, it’s like family wine divided, losing its flavor.

Due to their different perceptions, fundamentally unable to agree on opinions, knowing that, the two had that duel earlier.

"If truly the roots burn, at worst sow another Seed." Guangming stubbornly replied.

"Still have Time?" The Holy Primordial Demon retorted sternly.

"Still have an entire era’s Time." Guangming responded with closed eyes: "Suan Tian said this era, isn’t less than ten billion years at shortest, and I refuse to believe in such an era, the Starry Universe can’t yield a single True Gold!"

The Holy Primordial Demon scoffed coldly, choosing silence.

At this moment, amidst the Starry Sky, Li Chen, deep in thought for long, finally starts his journey guided by the Law of Cause and Effect!