“Ah, the word ’emotion’ is the most painful…” Meng Qi sighed inwardly and said solemnly, “Without the Pure Yang Sect, the Zhou Dynasty might have already perished under the assault of the grasslands. Where would there be any Yanran? In fact, even tens of thousands of years ago, attempts to alter history could at most influence the broader situation and ripple outward to related Dharma Bodies, but could not precisely shape the destiny of the Exoteric Realm as desired. If one truly wishes to revive her, the best choice is to assist the current incarnation of Xuan Nu in achieving full success, allowing Yanran to take the dominant position.”
At this point, Meng Qi, fearing that the cold-hearted emperor and the emotionally obsessed madman might clash again and split anew, added, “One who is heartless may not be a true hero; how can someone who loves his children not be a real man?”
Gao Lian stared intently at Meng Qi: “Third brother, what exactly are you talking about?”
“What I am trying to say is, I just want to see if, without the Pure Yang Sect and Chonghe, and if Hutuktus had not been severely injured, whether Gildo would have been strangled in the cradle. The Divine Execution Axe can help him resist the chaotic currents of time, but it cannot defend against the ‘existence’ loss caused by historical alterations. The only way is to change history again, restoring existence. In that case, wouldn’t it all be in vain? Or could it be that at that time, Gildo already had full confidence to defeat Hutuktus decisively?”
Uh… Meng Qi looked at Gao Lian, once again at a loss for words. Had he misunderstood again? Where was the pain in his eyes?
Facing his older brother who had seemingly recovered from his mental illness, Meng Qi always struggled to grasp his line of thought…
At this moment, Gao Lian raised his wine bowl and downed it in one gulp, looking out the window as he murmured in a low voice: “The matter of assisting the current incarnation of the Xuan Nu to achieve complete success—I have already begun preparations.”
“Tragic, lamentable…”
Ultimately, had there truly been pain in his eyes just now? Meng Qi’s expression turned blank. The twists and turns kept coming, making Gao Lian’s true intentions increasingly obscure. After all, the mentally ill have broad thinking, and someone who has recovered from such illness is no different.
As if sensing Meng Qi’s thoughts, Gao Lian shook his right hand slightly, secretly proud of his own cleverness:
“You’re still too young and too simple.”
Meng Qi helplessly took another swig of wine, no longer dwelling on the topic. Suddenly recalling what Gao Lian had said earlier, he asked joyfully, “Your Majesty, you said you had arranged a grand formation through the descendants of the Human Emperor, and as long as we find the core power, it will ensure our safe return?”
“The words of an emperor are never false,” Gao Lian replied calmly. “The ‘Imperial Manuscript of the Human Emperor’ contains knowledge of the past, present, and future.”
Joy bubbled in Meng Qi’s heart like rising bubbles. Without hiding anything from his jester-like older brother, he stood up and paced back and forth, full of ambition: “As for the core power, I do have some ‘clues.'”
Since it began with the Green Emperor, the fruit must also ripen from the Green Emperor!
“Your Majesty, I ask you to mobilize the descendants of the Human Emperor to counter the rumors about the hidden treasures of the True Martial Sect and the Sword Purification Pavilion that Gildo and his group may spread. Let us fight falsehood with falsehood, making the stories so exaggerated and confusing that no one dares to believe them.” With a happy heart, Meng Qi’s thoughts became clear, and he began organizing the tasks methodically. “At the same time, I also request Your Majesty to track down Gildo’s group. Once their location is discovered, we will launch a lightning strike to eliminate the threat completely!”
Gao Lian listened quietly, sipped his “Drunk Immortal” wine, and praised: “Good, now you’re showing some of the demeanor of the Imperial Younger Brother.”
Meng Qi froze: “Wait, Your Majesty, when did I ever agree to become the Imperial Younger Brother?”
Gao Lian pursed his thin lips and said indifferently, “You already called me ‘Your Majesty’.”
Imperial… Younger… Brother… Meng Qi’s mouth hung slightly open, speechless again, feeling as though Gao Lian had led him astray once more.
Since his recovery from mental illness, Gao Lian had indeed become flawless, his strategies as smooth and untraceable as a gazelle hanging its horns.
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“Zhuo Chaosheng has actually returned to Luo City, wanting to challenge me to a sword duel?” Meng Qi muttered to himself while slipping out of the northern city’s inn, recalling the message Gao Lian had given him.
In his mind naturally appeared Zhuo Chaosheng—short and stocky, with an ugly face but seemingly unconcerned, his eyes sparkling as if carrying an entire galaxy.
His sword techniques must be impressive, especially considering he was a peak Celestial Immortal, famous throughout the world for his swordsmanship. A duel with him would surely be beneficial. Unfortunately, time was not on Meng Qi’s side, and he had too much to do.
Although Meng Qi felt that his safe return might hinge on the Green Emperor, he only had a vague idea on how to find the Green Emperor’s connection, having not yet put it into practice. Moreover, there were many other pressing matters: the affairs of the Supreme Devil, the pursuit by the Hegemon, and the interference from Gildo and Sudaken. There was no mood for sword duels amidst such chaos.
At this hour, deep into the night, the moon hung high, its clear light dreamlike, giving one a sense of aloof elegance.
After moving swiftly for a while, Meng Qi suddenly felt a shift. He lifted his head to gaze at the bright moon.
Unknown when, the pure white moonlight had taken on a crimson hue, exuding an eerie and bloody aura, casting a faint red veil over Luo City. The sense of “reality” seemed distant.
Was this a separation into the Realms? Meng Qi realized he had encountered an enemy. His hand summoned the Five-Colored Sword, its colors swirling, pointing diagonally toward the ground.
He had changed his appearance and aura, becoming an unknown figure. Who would ambush him?
Could it be someone monitoring the descendants of the Human Emperor at the northern city inn? But who would do such a thing?
The red veil woven from moonlight gently swayed ahead, and a figure slowly emerged. He wore wide robes and long sleeves, exuding an air of refined elegance. His eyebrows were short and thick, his eye sockets deep, his gaze filled with a tangible intensity. His facial features were distinct, his lines sharp and firm—none other than Meng Qi’s old acquaintance, “The Supreme Devil” Wu Daoming!
He held his right hand behind his back and carried a person in his left hand, whose aura felt somewhat familiar to Meng Qi.
Hadn’t Wu Daoming captured Senior He Qi and arranged to meet at the “Ghost-Fearing Isle” in the Eastern Sea?
Why was he here in Luo City, lying in wait for Meng Qi?
As the thought flickered in Meng Qi’s mind, the Supreme Devil seemed to have already heard it. He smiled slightly and said calmly, “Can the words of a devil be fully trusted?”
Indeed… Meng Qi’s heart sank slightly.
The Supreme Devil seemed to completely understand Meng Qi’s thoughts, stepping forward slowly, “You are very alert, extremely difficult to ambush or lock onto. Therefore, I left a note saying I would meet you at the Ghost-Fearing Isle in the Eastern Sea, making you believe I had already left, so you would lower your guard, act boldly, and plan openly, exposing your trail to my eyes.”
He sneered, “Do you think I’m the kind of fool who would wait for you to gather your allies before they come knocking?”
No wonder he was the Supreme Devil, his methods were truly impressive, and his ability to read people’s minds was unparalleled! But Meng Qi had always changed his aura and appearance, never acting recklessly—how had he been discovered?
Meng Qi activated the Primordial Mind Seal, suppressing all his thoughts.
Wu Daoming, half-smiling, said, “You are more cautious than I expected, perhaps because you’ve angered the Hegemon? Unfortunately, your greatest strength is also your greatest weakness.”
What did that mean? Meng Qi felt as if he had no secrets left before the Supreme Devil. Even the Primordial Mind Seal seemed inferior. He could only sigh inwardly and internally summoned the Chaos and Void.
Wu Daoming slowly lifted the person in his hand and said, “Your Heavenly Mechanism is chaotic and difficult to see through, so you fear no calculations or secrets being discovered. However, when almost no one else can reach such a state of Heavenly Mechanism Chaos, anyone resembling it immediately draws my attention. The one I captured was like this, and so was the descendant of the Human Emperor. When I was watching him, I noticed another person with Heavenly Mechanism Chaos—it turned out to be you.”
Although the Heavenly Mechanism Chaos was a good thing, among a crowd who lacked such chaos, it stood out so clearly and prominently!
Only now did Meng Qi realize the truth, his wariness toward the Supreme Devil deepening. No wonder he was the fifth-generation successor of the Devil King’s Claw, a true legend—reputation paled in comparison to the real thing!
Wu Daoming threw the person in his hand to the ground with a smile: “He was powerful, but ultimately became my defeated opponent, soon to be a sacrificial offering. How many moves do you think you can withstand against me?”
Meng Qi looked down and saw the ugly face of Zhuo Chaosheng. His Dharma Body was torn like rags, those once-bright eyes now like dead fish, dull and lifeless, blood staining his surroundings dark red.
Had the peak Celestial Immortal “Star Sea-Shaking Sword” Zhuo Chaosheng truly been defeated and captured by the Supreme Devil?
It seemed he had indeed completed his transformation, becoming a terrifying devil almost rivaling the Hegemon.
Who is a true devil?
Wu Daoming was the real devil!
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