Jiraiya's Heroic Stories: Genshin Impact

"Master, there are traces of salt all along the road. And even such a strong wind can't blow them away."

Kujo Xiaoyunzhi has completely transformed herself into the image of a dog, wearing a dog chain that seems to be against the law of heaven, and conscientiously leading the way for Jiraiya and Uchiha Madara.

Salt that the wind can't blow away?

Oh, the god of love actually loves me, Uchiha Madara?

"Let's follow the direction he gives." Although Madara is a tsundere, he does not let Heulia down.

After flying along the salt trail for a long time, Jiraiya and Uchiha Madara looked at the wind spirit leading the way, and with a gust of strong wind, they forced their way into the boundless wind field.

"The wind here is much weaker!" Tuanzi looked around excitedly. It seemed that due to Heulia's guidance, the surrounding mountains blocked the way, so the wind was much weaker.

"I've really been underestimated. For such a small storm, would I, the great Uchiha Madara, still resort to trickery? Even lovers should be clear about their partners!"

Uchiha Madara said as he activated Susanoo, which was obviously to split the wind field in one stroke! After all, this was a man who could split the sea in one stroke!

Fortunately, Jiraiya, who was standing by, understood Uchiha Madara's idea and hurriedly stopped him, saying, "Hey, grandpa! This wind field is probably a barrier set up by someone between the two ends. If we break through the wind field in such a high-profile manner, we will probably be discovered soon!"

"so what?"

The proud Uchiha Madara would naturally not be afraid of any existence. Even if the Lord of Otsutsuki came in person today, Uchiha Madara would not be afraid at all!

"Of course it doesn't matter to you, but think about it. We have found suitable candidates for governance, and you come up and kill them, and the whole land will be in chaos. Can we still stay here to manage it?"

"Two bosses! Tuanzi and I can handle this wind!"

In the distance, Xiao Yunzhi was holding Gobain in her mouth, forcing herself into the strong wind. For ordinary people, the wind might still be too strong. Although Xiao Yunzhi and Tuanzi were both bottom-level demons, they were still superior to humans.

Therefore, there is no problem in getting into this wind field that is comparable to a force 20 gale.

"Hmph!" Uchiha Madara snorted arrogantly after taking a look. After passing the outer perimeter, the wind inside was still strong, so strong that ordinary people could not stand up straight.

But for strong men of Uchiha Madara's level, it was naturally of no concern. Except for the dumpling, which had to be carried by someone, it had no effect on others.

Inside the wind farm, Mond's old town, which later became the Wind Dragon Ruins, came into view.

Atop the towering tower, perhaps there was a giant dragon sleeping soundly. In the city walls, thousands of people were struggling to walk up and down the city walls, dragging huge rocks with their fragile bodies.

Build a high wall bit by bit to resist foreign enemies!

The strong wind caused their skin to become swollen and cracked, and the sweat that had just come out was blown away by the strong wind in a moment, leaving no evidence of the Han Pearl.

The giant dragon sleeping on the tower, the tornado demon who was unaware of the fragility of humans, forgot the suffering of humans and just kept urging the completion of the high wall.

"Don't talk about ice with summer insects. Insects that only live for one summer naturally cannot understand humans who live for a hundred years. Then how can humans understand short-lived insects? These demon gods with a lifespan of tens of millions of years cannot truly understand humans."

Uchiha Madara couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the people ruled by the lonely king Diekarapian in the high tower.

Whether it is the lonely king of the tower, Diocletian, or the human beings led by the demon goddess of salt, Heulia, the lives they lead are all tragic.

In the final analysis, it is a lack of understanding. How can a high and mighty demon god understand the suffering of mankind?

After understanding this, Uchiha Madara made a decision to return power to humans! Why do we have to find a suitable god to rule? Why can't humans rule themselves?

If the Upholder of Justice has any objections, then let her come to me, Uchiha Madara!

"Let's go into the city and take a look!" Uchiha Madara called out to a few people, and then strode into Mond City amid the strange looks of the Mond people.

"Stranger, lower your head. Under strong winds, even a strong tree will be broken one day. Only the grass that knows how to bend can survive."

Old Man Mond, who seemed to have seen through a lot, gave some advice.

But Uchiha Madara has never been a person who appreciates favors.

"Lower your head? The only time I lower my head is when I'm looking down on others!" The old man has seen too many such arrogant young men.

But they are just humans, how can they possibly resist the devil on the throne?

For humble humans, if they want to make a change, they can only hope that there are other gods who can defeat the current god!

This is the experience left by the old man from decades of life experience, and he also regards it as truth. He uses it to advise those restless young people.

But...it has always been like this, right?

At this moment, in addition to Uchiha Madara and Jiraiya and his group standing tall, there was also a group of young people full of vigor and vitality gathering in a tavern in Mond, enjoying the only happy time of the day.

In the center of the tavern, a young bard was holding an old xylophone. He stood tall and sang a poem praising freedom, regardless of the looks of the elders who regarded him as a heretic and the strong wind.

At the front desk of the pub, a white cat with two tails was lazily looking at the excited young people.

"Big Brother, who are those guys?"

The singing young people soon attracted the attention of Jiraiya and the others.

The old man, who was bent over, just shook his head as he looked at the young men and sighed, "Alas, they are just a group of big trees that will be broken by strong winds... Brother, I see that you are already old and should understand a lot of things. Please advise this young man next to you.

As human beings, we should know our place. There will be no good consequences if we anger the gods."

As the old man was speaking, he seemed to hear the sound of some creature flapping its wings, and he quickly bent down even lower.

He muttered, "I told you not to do this! They're coming! They're coming!"

The old man looked so frightened that he lost his soul. He bowed and walked quickly towards his house. In a short time, the crowd around him had disappeared.

Only the young people outside the tavern were still singing hymns of freedom under the guidance of the bard.

"How dare you! You lunatics! The king has been very kind to you. Are you mocking his rule by singing such a song?"

Soon, a group of gray-white dragon-like people holding weapons surrounded the outside of the tavern.

Such a powerful aura is simply not something an ordinary human can overcome... However, the skinny bard did not show any sign of weakness. He still stood tall with the old harp held high in his hand.

Facing the leading dragon man, he sang a ballad: "Freedom is the nature of human beings. People are born free, but they are always in chains..."

The dragon man raised his claws in anger and was about to smack down, and at this moment Jiraiya also saw the bard's face clearly.

Slightly surprised, he called out, "Wendy?"