Cloud City is an extremely unique geographical location in this world. It floats high in the heavens, the entire city constructed from white clouds. This is beyond the capabilities of cultivators in this world; it's a natural phenomenon.
Yes, it was set up by the Heavenly Dao.
This is the lower realm inheritance of a powerful being from the Heavenly Realm. It plays a crucial role in unlocking the Heavenly Realm's storyline and provides clues to some important side quests, making it quite important. Of course, this is Chu Tiange's business and has little to do with Qiu Qiu.
Walking among the white clouds, one feels as if they have arrived in the Heavenly Realm ahead of time. Strolling among the clouds and overlooking the world, one truly feels a sense of superiority over all living beings.
"It's not surprising that Xie Jiuxiao can comprehend the meaning of the Heavenly Dao; the meaning is quite similar. It's a pity the difference in levels is too great, causing a significant deviation." Chu Ge strolled among the clouds, hands behind his back, looking down at the mountains and rivers. The clouds and mist were ethereal, the mountains and rivers vast and distant; it truly felt like the Heavenly Dao was looking down upon them.
"Yes, it's much more intense than flying in an airplane; airplane windows are too small!" Qiu Wuji said beside him.
"Uh… even your sword-riding is different from this constant aerial experience."
"What, are you feeling better? You were so furious just now, and now you have the leisure to appreciate the scenery."
"I'm always being provoked as the boss, tearing the heavens apart, defying the heavens, usurping and replacing everything. I haven't even said that heaven creates all things to nourish man, and man has nothing to repay heaven with. Honestly, I understand your desire to control destiny, but how many of you understand me? All this shouting and killing is infuriating. What did I do wrong?"
Qiu Wuji smiled, his eyes narrowing: "Yes, yes, Father God shines his heart like the bright moon, but his children are unfilial."
Chu Ge said shamelessly: "Qiu Qiu is still filial…"
At this moment, both of them forgot that the first one to hold a sword to Father God's neck was Qiu Wuji.
Qiu Wuji chuckled coldly twice, glancing at him sideways. "Father God, how do you plan for your daughter to be filial?"
Chu Ge's eyes blinked.
Qiu Wuji grabbed his ear. "Here, I'm your master. Stop thinking about those disgusting things! Besides, we have our own parents. You're no father. At most, you're a god and his retinue. I've checked the records!"
"Hey, hey, hey, stop pulling! Old Xie and the others are watching. Give me some face, give me some face..."
"They're not watching!"
"Qianqian is watching..."
"So what if he's watching... never mind." Qiu Wuji was still too embarrassed to act recklessly in front of outsiders, so he withdrew his hand and put on a stern face again.
Actually, while others might not be "filial," Qiu Wuji truly was.
For example, right now in the present world, Qiu Qiu was feeding the mentally challenged child, Chu Ge. Chu Ge was actually fine now and could eat on his own, but he deliberately pretended to be mentally challenged, wanting Qiu Wuji to feed him—a tacit understanding.
"Qiuqiu is still the best," Chu Ge muttered. "They're all ingrates." Qiu Wuji glanced at him for a moment, then suddenly said, "You'll feel hurt because you're too kind."
"Huh?" Chu Ge was taken aback. "What do you mean?"
Qiu Wuji tilted his head slightly and whispered, "If you really manipulate and play with me, and I want to kill you, will you feel wronged?"
"…"
"Precisely because you treat me kindly, you'll feel sad if I want to kill you. The same logic applies to them. If you really want to control them, then their rebellion is only natural, and you naturally won't feel anything." "There's nothing to be sad about."
"Hey, that sounds like you're encouraging me to do something bad."
"No. What I mean is, others don't know your intentions. They all consider things from their own perspectives. Everyone's perspective is different, so naturally, their outcomes are different, leading to misunderstandings and conflicts. You could consider being open and honest, letting your people truly listen to the will of the gods. Only then will this world be at your command, a world you truly control." Chu Ge was stunned for a long time. Truly gaining the approval and submission of all beings, thereby controlling the world… that perspective makes sense. He hadn't really thought of it before.
We're just lousy writers, just wanting to finish our stories properly. How did we ever think about conquering people's hearts in our books…?
He thought for a long time, his expression a little strange: "I can't even do it first." Qiu Wuji was taken aback: "Huh? What first?"
"You. Come here, Sect Master Qiu, listen to my command, give me a kiss…"
Qiu Wuji kicked him, and Chu Ge screamed as he flew out of the clouds.
From a distant pavilion, Xie Yun'er gazed at the indistinct figures on the horizon and whispered to her father, "Father, you said the distinguished guest is 'Heaven,' does that mean Sect Master Qiu?"
Xie Jiuxiao watched the playful commotion with a hint of exasperation, muttering to himself, "I should have guessed it sooner. 'Water follows the sky, autumn has no bounds.' Damn it, we aspire to be equal to Heaven but cannot, she rides the sky..."
Xie Yun'er's eyes widened, not understanding the difference between the two "Qi Tian" (a phrase implying extreme ambition or power).
She watched with curiosity as Chu Ge flew back disheveled from beyond the heavens, whispering, "Is that the rumored direct disciple of Sect Master Qiu? He looks quite old."
Xie Jiuxiao's lips twitched: "No. Our family will not form a marriage alliance with the Yunji Sect, no matter how well-matched we are!"
Xie Yun'er: "?"
I didn't say that at all!
"Father, what are you thinking about? You seem a bit strange today."
"Uh...oh, nothing. Yun'er, our Cloud City is a legacy of the Heavenly Realm, passed down by the elders as the lineage of the Heavenly Emperor. Although this is unverifiable, we've still held ceremonies and worshipped him for thousands of years...I've been thinking about this for a long time. What if we've been worshipping him for so many years, and it turns out we're not even from the Heavenly Emperor's lineage? Wouldn't that be embarrassing?"
"...Worshipping him isn't a big deal. The Heavenly Emperor is worthy of respect, isn't he? We've been worshipping him for so many years, it's become a habit...If you truly ascend to heaven, the Heavenly Emperor should know of our years of respect, and he'll at least show some kindness, right?" "What about the Heavenly Dao? Regardless of whose lineage it is, it's all under the Heavenly Dao. You can't possibly worship the wrong one; it's even higher."
"Uh..." Xie Jiuxiao solemnly told his daughter, "Let's leave it at that. If we worship Heaven, from now on we'll only worship the Heavenly Dao. You're in charge of changing the tablets and carvings on the altar for worshipping Heaven. Don't remove the Heavenly Emperor's either; just place it beside the Heavenly Dao. The Heavenly Emperor won't mind if he knows."
"Oh..." Xie Yun'er didn't see any difference. It was all the same: kneeling and kowtowing before a tablet and an abstract carving. She'd never seen anyone descend to bless her; it was just a ritual.
The girl was naive, unaware that in a world where the Heavenly Dao truly existed, it wasn't just a simple matter of ritual. It was actually a ceremony of submission. Just as she had originally thought, once ascended, even if not of the Heavenly Emperor's lineage, the Heavenly Emperor would still be somewhat closer to her, regarding her as a subject; and after the change, she would naturally become a direct descendant of the Heavenly Dao Father God.
The most direct manifestation of this is that since Cloud City worships the Heavenly Dao, if someone speaks ill of it in your presence, you will naturally feel insulted and provoked, and you will be angered and fight.
This means that a group of important forces in this world have begun to acknowledge the rule of the Heavenly Dao and uphold its rules and dignity.
Before this, there was none.
Sitting by the clouds with Qiu Wuji, watching the wind and enjoying the scenery, Chu Ge suddenly felt a surge of power.
An indescribable power… not a direct improvement in cultivation, but a sense of control.
The rising and setting of the sun and moon in this world, which had been passively manipulated by him, began to show a hint of active obedience, though very faint, but he truly felt it.
"Qiuqiu…" Chu Ge hesitated, "What you said seems to be right…" Qiu Wuji, unaware of what had happened, roughly guessed, and said calmly, "Of course, as long as you're not preoccupied with lewd thoughts, this is easy to guess."
"Then you…"
"Me? I've become the biggest troublemaker, haven't I?" Qiu Wuji sighed, helplessly saying, "But in fact, Qiu Wuji is Father God's personal assistant, his biggest lackey…"
Chu Ge blinked.
Qiu Wuji gestured towards the distance, "Look, don't say I didn't warn you… Yan Qianlie has been sitting there with his hands clasped, watching the sea of clouds for a long time. Do you think he's some melancholic, sentimental intellectual? There must be a reason. Shouldn't Father God activate a side quest?"
Chu Ge turned to look, also stunned.
Yan Qianlie's melancholy was truly rare…
What's wrong with him today?