Beside the thirty-zhang black void, the figure in crimson was frowning deeply, his eyes clouded with confusion and helplessness. The time and space before him had been violently ripped away, creating an independent realm.

The crimson-clad figure could see it, could sense it, yet it remained utterly beyond his reach. Truly, what kind of treasure possessed such formidable divine power and strange abilities— Meanwhile, beside him, the other four Saint-ranked Venerables wore nearly identical expressions.

The Free and Easy Divine Demons were formless and bodiless, yet they could influence others and express their emotions through sheer will. The crimson-clad figure sensed that the moods of these two Divine Demons mirrored his own: a blend of annoyance and powerlessness.

Prey already caught in the net had suddenly flown away due to an unexpected turn of events. Any person would be vexed.

That Supreme Primordial Demon, residing tens of thousands of miles away, one could only imagine the fury he must be experiencing now. Su Xiaoxiao, that slut, truly deserves to die!

His hatred for this Saintess of the Demonic Path was absolute, devoid of any sympathy. If this woman had not already severed her own path to life, making her survival impossible, he would have surely made her wish for death!

With a muffled groan, the crimson-clad figure eventually shook his head, withdrawing the magical power that was currently surging and plunging toward the depths of the darkness. “It seems it has truly become a self-contained domain!

Separated from this realm, ordinary methods of breaking restrictions are utterly useless! At this point, even an ultimate-realm expert might not be able to shatter the barrier.” “Then what should we do now?” Yin Han’s face was grim, extremely unsightly.

Zong Shou was a man who always repaid any enmity. The grudge formed this time was too deep; if this man were allowed to escape, the Great Qian Dynasty might even initiate a war of national resurgence.

The Great Shang Dynasty had fallen, and the Qian Kingdom had taken its place as the hegemonic power of the Chengyun Realm. If Zong Shou were to come seeking retribution, the Great Shang Kingdom might withstand it, but he, the Crown Prince, would most likely face censure from his ministers, especially while his brothers remained unwilling to accept the situation.

“Naturally, we must continue!” Lady Demon Lotus said, sweeping a cold glance over the group as she spoke. Her voice was firm and resolute, admitting no doubt, with an icy flame burning in her eyes.

“I refuse to believe that a treasure capable of repelling an ultimate-realm expert can maintain its power forever. Zong Shou is bound to reach a point of exhaustion!” “While that is true, let us not forget that Lin Xuanxuan is nearby.

If she arrives, can we even stop her?” The speaker was none other than the old man beside King Liao, who questioned without reservation: “Furthermore, Zong Shou’s strength is not insignificant. Without the aid of the Formless Primordial Demon Saint Venerable, is it even certain that we can hold him?

Whether he is our match remains a question!” Lady Demon Lotus paused, then mused: “Zong Shou was heavily injured by Elder Yun’s Myriad Blades Rolling Cloud Art—that is a tenth-tier Saint Spirit level Golden elemental spiritual law divine ability! With Elder Yun’s skill, Zong Shou certainly cannot recover in a short time!” The Saint-ranked Venerable addressed as Elder Yun stroked his beard and smiled faintly.

He neither endorsed nor refuted Lady Demon Lotus’s statement. But Lady Demon Lotus continued: “Lord Primordial Demon informed me that the Boundless Beginning and End Dharma Body can only be sustained for half a day at most.

It is already nearing its limit. Moreover, there is Lord Primordial Demon.

Even without that slut Su Xiaoxiao, the strands of soul consciousness poured in by Lord Primordial Demon are sufficient to suppress Zong Shou’s primordial spirit! This person is no longer something to fear!

Our only concerns are if this person escapes or if Li Xuanxuan comes to his aid—things beyond our ability to prevent—” The others nodded slightly, and the crimson-clad figure did the same. What Lady Demon Lotus had said last was precisely what troubled him.

“Since the few of us cannot accomplish it, then we shall seek others to join forces!” Lady Demon Lotus let out a cold laugh, her voice growing even more desolate: “I imagine the Daoist and Confucian sects, and their various clans, would be more than delighted! With our Demonic Path taking the lead, we shall collectively execute this Blood Sword Fiend Monarch within the Qin Emperor’s Tomb!” The crimson-clad figure raised his thick eyebrows, slightly taken aback: “The Daoist and Confucian sects?

They truly agree to intervene?” During the War of the Six Sects, the Demonic Path was the first to withdraw. One side refused aid, the other broke faith—there was considerable resentment between them.

Coupled with past grievances, he could not fathom any possibility of the Daoist and Confucian families joining forces with them again. What’s more, there were two Free and Easy Divine Demons present.

At that moment, a talisman drifted over from the distant void, landing lightly in Lady Demon Lotus’s hand. Her eyes flickered, and a slight curl played on her lips, a mix of haughtiness and veiled mockery.

“Why wouldn’t they agree? Several figures from the Daoist Gate have already consented and will arrive shortly!

Within the Cloud Realm, any cultivator from the Yuqing or Shangqing Daoist Gates harbors a deep-seated hatred for Zong Shou. They would not miss such an opportune moment?” She added: “However, those Confucian Masters are the most obstinate.

They are difficult to persuade, quite troublesome. It will likely require some effort from you, my Lord Crown Prince!” Yin Han frowned, appearing quite troubled.

After a long hesitation, he finally nodded: “I will do my best! If the combined might of the Three Teachings can truly be gathered, Yin Han is willing to accompany you.

Betting on this hand again is not out of the question—” Lady Demon Lotus chuckled lightly. Yin Han was the Grand Chancellor of the Great Shang, the orthodox ruler of the Central Plains Imperial Dynasty.

At this moment and in this place, only his words could influence the Confucian scholars. She glanced back toward the black void, but Lady Demon Lotus was unmoved by Yin Han’s willingness to comply.

This was not a gamble; it was a certainty! The crimson-clad figure’s expression also relaxed.

He looked towards Lady Demon Lotus in the distance with a hint of interest. This woman was completely different from her previous cautious demeanor—decisive in her methods, reckless with everything, and fiercely assertive.

Truly an interesting woman. Was this because she knew that if Zong Shou escaped, her own prestige would vanish?

But if they could truly gather over a dozen Saint-ranked experts, it would indeed be an inescapable net. ※※※※ Inside the Palace of Mountains and Rivers, Xu Fu sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, still as eternal ice, utterly motionless.

Yet within the hall, spiritual energy surged, and fierce winds roared. Black giant dragons materialized and dissipated in the wind, over and over.

More and more scattered Dragon Qi of heaven and earth was being gathered here. The entire Two Yi Dragon Gathering Formation had been fully opened, absorbing all spiritual energy.

Though the Qin Emperor of ten thousand years ago was dead, a flicker of his True Spirit remained indestructible, taking this formation as its vessel. Essentially, he had cultivated within this Two Yi Dragon Gathering Formation for ten millennia.

Therefore, before his death, he was merely unable to form an Inner Heaven and Earth—an Immortal Realm state. Upon revival, he could ascend directly to the ultimate-realm rank.

Four of the nine artifacts essential for the resurrection array had already been destroyed consecutively. Although the remaining five were ultimately preserved, their foundational bases were scarred and battered from the battle.

However, Xu Fu did not pay much heed; he still had means to remedy these minor flaws. Thus, everything was proceeding exactly as planned.

Moreover, this was now the final moment. Activating the final spiritual incantation would complete the last step.

Then, the Qin Emperor before him should awaken. In another hundred days, the true resurrection would be complete.

Even if hundreds of Arhat-level enlightened monks outside the tomb were suppressing them with the End-Beginning Buddha Power, they would be unable to stop it. However, Xu Fu’s heart was not entirely calm.

His greatest concern lay underground, within the subterranean palace beneath him. Increasingly powerful figures were converging at that location; over a dozen Saint-ranked experts had gathered there.

He could not ascertain what event had drawn so many of them to that spot. In truth, this subterranean palace was the one area within the Qin Emperor’s Tomb and the Epang Palace that he understood the least.

Those Corpse Generals guarding the Qin Emperor had never permitted him to venture deep inside. Furthermore, Li Xin, standing before him, was clearly uneasy.

Observing his expression, it was apparent that his agitation stemmed not from the four destroyed reincarnation array artifacts. It seemed to be caused by the many powerful figures currently assembling in the underground palace.

It was a pity that, presiding over the great formation, he could not divert his attention to look into the matter. Beyond that, there was the matter of the celestial phenomena— Therefore, although his face remained impassive, a subtle sense of unease began to breed in his mind.

“Teacher, today seems inauspicious! Events have shifted.

Observe these celestial signs. Just one cup of tea ceremony ago, it was already a Dragon Swallowing configuration, a Hegemon revealing himself.

At this very moment, there is another change—” Chong Xuan’s voice suddenly rang out. He stood outside the hall, head tilted back, gazing at the starry sky.

Blood stained the corner of his mouth, and his face was unusually pale. “In fifteen minutes, a Blood Calamity will befall this entire region!

I fear even we may not be spared!” “Blood Calamity?” Xu Fu started, startled. Although his body could not move, he could observe the void with his divine sense.

Since he could teach Chong Xuan, he was naturally adept at divination as well. His primordial spirit projected the entirety of the starry sky, and he already knew that Chong Xuan was half correct.

Beyond those few prominent stars, a dense aura of blood energy had also manifested. Strange!

The flow of destiny in this world, the celestial signs—hadn't they been intentionally obscured and twisted by countless grandmasters of numerology? Why was this time so distinctively obvious?

Suddenly, the white-browed Xu Fu’s eyes flashed, and he understood. It was because the sharp momentum of this stellar arrangement was too intense!

All myriad arts recede, and all evil ways are repelled! There truly is a Blood Calamity here and now, and it is indeed a Dragon Swallowing configuration, a Hegemon revealing himself!

“Since we still have a quarter of an hour, why panic?” Xu Fu shook his head slightly, his expression calm and composed. He formed hand seals, which strikingly resembled the shape of a dragon’s head.

Then, the twelve black dragons swirling through the space rushed toward the Qin Emperor’s corpse seated on the Abyssal Emperor’s Throne, deep within the hall. This was the final step!

Once the Dragon Qi entered the body, awakening would commence. This was what he most desired: the First Qin Emperor, standing just outside the threshold of the ultimate realm.

However, a moment later, a look of astonishment finally appeared in Xu Fu’s eyes. The Qin Emperor remained seated motionless on the Abyssal Emperor’s Throne, showing no reaction whatsoever.

Most of the spiritual energy Dragon Qi was, in fact, being drawn into the earth below. Li Xin’s expression immediately changed drastically, and he vanished from his original spot in a flash, heading downwards.

Xu Fu sat rigidly on his cushion, watching fixedly. After only a brief moment, he recovered, but instead of anger, a smile bloomed, filled with mockery.

“So that’s it, so that’s it! So in the end, you still didn't trust me—this is fate, truly Heaven’s will!

Heaven does not wish for you to be resurrected! Ying Zheng, you were a hero in life, yet this is how it ends.

What is this? Over-calculating leads to ruin—you’ve only managed to doom yourself—” As Xu Fu spoke, his heart suddenly stirred.

He felt that although the majority of the Dragon Qi spiritual energy was pouring downward, a significant portion was actually flowing backward. “Hmm?” He glanced behind him and saw Yin Yu.

Slender threads of black dragon qi were being forcibly drawn into his body. Even the essence of the ‘Qin Emperor’s’ corpse on the Abyssal Emperor’s Throne was being forcibly extracted.

“Dragon Emperor Nine Controls, Reversing Meridians to Seize the Dragon!” (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.) to cast recommendation votes and monthly tickets.

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