“Lord God?! Claiming to be a god? What arrogance!”
Yan Sheng’s sharply carved eyebrows furrowed. There was something about this name that stirred a vague sense of awe within him.
The Primordial God’s Will regarded him with an expression of pity.
Although the imperial court had faintly detected the anomalies of the reincarnators, due to the existence of the elimination restriction, even the Bureau of Supernatural Affairs was unable to uncover any information.
Up to now, they hadn’t even discovered the term “Primordial Temple,” still referring to it as “mysterious figures” or “mysterious organization,” assuming it was a faction with ulterior motives intending to overthrow the Zhou dynasty.
“Hehe… I am no god of incense and offerings!”
The Primordial God’s Will said indifferently, without any intention of elaborating.
“Then, sir, are you here solely to serve the imperial court?”
Yan Sheng sneered.
“Of course not… I represent many people—forces you can’t even begin to imagine. This visit is for negotiations!”
As the Primordial God’s Will spoke, a trace of helplessness stirred in his heart. If not for the fact that this was the fastest route into the Emperor’s Mausoleum, and that Prime Minister Xiang, Yan Sheng, Cui Jue, and others were guarding it, he wouldn’t have revealed himself so soon.
“Represent many people? Those mysterious figures?”
Yan Sheng’s heart tensed, his attitude involuntarily softening: “What do you intend to do?”
“Borrow a path!”
The Primordial God’s Will boomed.
“Turns out you’re indeed rebels, daring to covet our imperial mausoleum?”
Yan Sheng roared in anger, and his subordinates drew their blades and swords.
“Your dynasty’s?”
The Primordial God’s Will chuckled lightly: “We both know the truth behind this matter. And for me, what is this little dragon qi worth?”
These words immediately turned Yan Sheng’s face pale. He realized that the imperial court’s secrets had unavoidably been leaked and subtly signaled to his men.
One of his subordinates quickly retreated and soon returned with Cui Jue, whose expression was solemn, and his right hand rested on the Tian Xing Sword, ready to unsheathe it at any moment.
Yet the Primordial God’s Will seemed oblivious to these small movements, continuing to speak calmly: “You must have noticed already. Correct! The numerous experts gathered in Shengjing now all belong to the same faction. However, due to differing ideologies, they are killing each other. It’s not for the dragon qi. One of my mortal enemies has already infiltrated the imperial mausoleum and meddled with the Dragon Ancestral Tomb… Haven’t you noticed the frequent tremors of the earth dragon recently?”
“The Dragon Ancestral Tomb?!”
Yan Sheng’s heart was a mixture of joy and fury at this moment. Joyful to finally learn the origins of these mysterious figures, and it seemed they had little interest in the imperial mausoleum. Yet furious that there truly were thieves plotting against the imperial tomb, seemingly having already succeeded!
“We don’t have much time left—seven days! At most seven days!”
The Primordial God’s Will spoke slowly: “…His scheme will come to fruition, and we’ll all perish without a grave! Now, we must borrow a path to the Dragon Ancestral Tomb!”
“Why should I believe you?”
Yan Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly, contemplating whether to directly capture this person to obtain information about the dragon tomb and perhaps uncover traces of the mysterious organization the Bureau of Supernatural Affairs had long pursued.
With a wave of his hand, his men scattered into a formation that resembled an encirclement.
“If I were you, I wouldn’t do this!”
The Primordial God’s Will snapped his fingernail: “I’ve said it already… I represent… many people!”
Boom!
As the words fell, terrifying purplish-red light enveloped his entire body. Behind him, a several-zhang-high shamanic true-form illusion emerged.
“Moo!”
A wisp of black smoke appeared, within which was the shadow of a monster with a bull’s head and a human body, exuding a dense demonic aura.
“A Heavenly Tyrant Demon King?!”
Yan Sheng was greatly alarmed, as was Cui Jue.
They couldn’t have imagined that even two randomly dispatched individuals from the opposing side were capable of annihilating their entire faction!
“Hehe… Why bother negotiating with these humans for this blood feast? Why not just hand them over to me?”
The tall bull demon laughed, stretching out his barbed, blood-red tongue. The thick, tangible demonic energy surged forth, causing everyone below the rank of a true cultivator from the Bureau of Supernatural Affairs to black out on the spot.
This shocking demonic force surged like a tidal wave, causing Yan Sheng and Cui Jue’s expressions to change dramatically.
“Ha!”
Suddenly, a clear shout emerged from the central Bagua Hall.
A pure white, continuous stream of righteous Confucian energy surged straight upward, as if transforming into a blazing sun. Wherever its light passed, the demonic energy completely dissipated, and the unconscious individuals regained consciousness.
“Hmm? A Confucian Sage?”
The Heavenly Tyrant Demon King’s words faltered, then he laughed strangely: “I hate these Confucians the most, but their flesh sure smells delicious… very tasty…”
“Alright, Tian! Be a bit more polite when speaking!”
The Primordial God’s Will did not wish to recklessly provoke these people and give Wu Ming an advantage.
Demons valued power above all else. After witnessing the fifth-level Confucian Sage’s intervention, the Heavenly Tyrant Demon King fell silent, clearly acknowledging that these humans possessed the qualification to form an alliance.
The Primordial God’s Will turned to Yan Sheng: “Well? Commander, you’ve now seen our strength. Any more reservations?”
“None at all!”
Yan Sheng gritted his teeth: “Fine! This time, our two factions shall join forces to explore the Emperor’s Mausoleum once again!”
…
“Kill!”
Back in Shengjing, along with the roar of mechanical puppets, a fist the size of a millstone smashed down, crushing a despairing Authority into a pulp.
Wu Ming looked up, a faint smile on his lips: “They’ve united already?”
“Commander! Something’s wrong!”
A talisman on his body emitted flashing light, transmitting the melodious voice of Yu Luoyan: “The Heavenly Tyrant Demon King has arrived and has recruited a group of Reincarnators, spreading rumors that are detrimental to you. They claim… they claim you have sinister intentions, planning to wipe out all the Authorities. The evidence is said to be in the imperial mausoleum beneath the Shang dynasty palace. Many Authorities have already rushed there!”
“This is a slander. Where are you?”
“This…” Yu Luoyan hesitated obviously: “I’ve met a good friend, and we are preparing to jointly explore the imperial mausoleum to clear your name…”
“Alright, I will come too!”
Wu Ming tightened his grip, and the talisman burned automatically, a cold smile appearing on his face: “Primordial God’s Will… you’ve gotten smarter this time, huh? Using alliances to counter me?”
The one-month deadline he initially set for the mission was actually a trap!
After all, among these Authorities, there were bound to be some with powerful connections, even capable of contacting hidden paradises!
A few days’ time would only allow cultivators with supernatural abilities to arrive.
But Wu Ming had no doubt that if he waited a month, this place would be surrounded so tightly not even a drop of water could leak through!
Therefore, the Authorities thought the climax of the blood battle would occur at the end of the month, but that was a mistake!
The true climax of the blood battle had already begun the moment the Primordial God’s Will stepped into this place!
Crack! Crack!
With the sound of gears, the golden-armored puppet automatically opened, and the second soul controlling the figure of Gongsun Zhe emerged.
“Even if it dies, it’s just a fragment of consciousness, not a big loss!”
Wu Ming shrugged, then summoned the earth-boring armadillo, quickly diving into it. The armadillo trembled, its two claws digging through the soil layers, vanishing in an instant.
…
“Immortal Lady Luoyan? How is it going?”
The spirit talisman flickered, transforming into a ball of flame, illuminating Yu Luoyan’s face, which was shadowed with uncertainty, as well as the surrounding figures.
The one asking was a young Daoist in a robe, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, wearing a white crane robe spotlessly clean, exuding a faintly ethereal aura. He carried a long sword on his back, its scabbard absent, gleaming with jade-like luster, obviously carved from a single piece of warm jade, worth a fortune!
Even more astonishing was the presence of faint purple talismans within the jade, seemingly naturally formed, deeply embedded into the jade’s texture, exuding extraordinary spiritual essence.
“It seems the Blood-Oath Alliance Leader will also head to the imperial mausoleum…”
Yu Luoyan spoke, her expression unreadable.
The surrounding Authorities nodded similarly: “Could it be true what the youth claimed—that the Blood-Oath Alliance Leader is the greatest hidden hand behind all this?”
“The Blood-Oath Alliance has always acted with force and tyranny, and its leader is even more enigmatic. Previously, without any reason, it seemed to have lost half of its elders—I’ve long suspected something was amiss!”
“But we also shouldn’t fall for the enemy’s feint strategy. I used divination techniques to examine the fates of the Blood-Oath Alliance Leader and that youth, and both are shrouded in mystery. We shouldn’t believe everything!”
…
Within just a few short days, Yu Luoyan had managed to unite this neutral third faction without any deadly conflicts, clearly demonstrating her diplomatic skills. Yet, faced with this complex and chaotic situation, even she felt somewhat powerless.
“Everyone…”
At this thought, Yu Luoyan stepped forward, her sweet voice spreading throughout the crowd: “Now that things have come to this, we can only head to the imperial mausoleum to verify the truth!”
“As long as we identify the hidden mastermind, perhaps this deadly predicament can be resolved. Otherwise, in terms of strength, who among us can stand against the Heavenly Tyrant Demon King and the Blood-Oath Alliance Leader?”
If not for these two fifth-level experts taking the lead, the gathered fourth-level experts would have already slaughtered each other in bloodshed.
It was precisely because they knew that if they didn’t unite against them, the two might emerge victorious, that the alliance had a foundation for existence.
“Tao of Infinite Heavens!”
At this moment, the sword-bearing Daoist priest loudly proclaimed: “Now that things have come to this, I have decided to head to the imperial mausoleum to see who this hidden mastermind is. The mystery of the Primordial Temple, which has plagued us for so long, is about to be unveiled. Truly, I cannot contain my joy!”
“Correct!”
The crowd agreed, forming a collective decision.
However, Yu Luoyan’s eyes, as clear as autumn waters, flickered with an unusual gleam: “It seems… it’s time to immediately notify the Old Ancestor. Otherwise, these people will truly be uncontrollable…”
“With the Old Ancestor’s help, this time the Primordial Authority will ultimately be mine!”
“As for exposure? The Old Ancestor has always doted on me. If I don’t speak of it, what can others do to me?”
This was naturally not the best approach, let alone considering that in front of great cultivators, blood relations separated by countless generations meant nothing. Yet Yu Luoyan was well aware of her own strength, knowing she was not far from these capable individuals, but nowhere near the likes of the Heavenly Tyrant Demon King or the Blood-Oath Alliance Leader—truly incomparable. Her only chance of survival lay here, and thus she had no choice but to act accordingly!
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