Chapter 81: The Unrivaled Emperor of Ambush

More than a dozen true spirits were waiting, and so were Jiang Shu and the coalition army of a hundred clans. They were all waiting for the moment when the Hundred Spirits Immortal-Slaying Sword would be on the verge of completion, waiting for the heavens and earth to reach the pinnacle of their rejection of Fuxi.

Cultivators, when they reached a certain realm, might differ in magical power or divine abilities, but their understanding of the laws of heaven and earth ultimately converged—and these laws were, in essence, the Dao itself.

As blood rained from the sky and all living things wailed, a creature resembling a centipede, yet with a hundred distinct segments, let out a shrill cry. A giant scarlet flaming eagle soared into the heavens, its wingspan over ten meters, its massive form sweeping low before suddenly diving toward the earth. Its razor-sharp talons struck out, snatching up two figures from the ground and hurling them into the Beast Path.

The next day, Dou Xiong was convinced that there would be some resolution. Yet, to his surprise, he and his brother waited in their room the entire day; aside from an old servant bringing food and wine, no one else came. As night fell, Dou Meng grew impatient, but Dou Xiong restrained him.

He thought to himself, “Such venom in his heart—how could I ever serve him? If chaos truly descends upon this world, you and I would do better to find a quiet place to live in seclusion and enjoy a carefree life.”

A class reunion? He shouldn’t have time for such things now, but if it wasn’t him, then who could it be? The question circled back to the beginning, with not a single clue to be found.

Between the Dark Nether Hall and the Four Symbols Sect, there was absolute enmity; whenever they crossed paths, it was a fight to the death.

Chief Constable Zheng now had half a mind to strangle Wen Qihang; he’d promised to come clean, yet after all this, he still hadn’t said a word.

Meanwhile, atop the city wall, nearly everyone watched Chu Yi with twitching lips, their gazes as if regarding some kind of monster.

Mi Sheng spoke as he walked out, just as Li Kui hurried in to speak with Wu Yong. The two collided at the doorway.

Among the dishes, there was even a large platter that clearly contained severed limbs—a scene reminiscent of a car accident, a gruesome feast of human flesh.

Using the flames from the heart of the earth to vanquish the dark red puppet, Gu Lin let out a sigh of relief; he had been worried the flames might have no effect on the creature.

Only now did Xu Xian realize that the attack hadn’t been meant for him. He then recounted the earlier events.

Elsewhere, Shu Qing was accompanying Yu’s mother in conversation, while Huo Yuncheng and Yu’s father sat idly, bored.

Dozens of disciples’ bodies exploded with a thunderous roar, and amidst the scattering flesh and blood, flashes of ice crystals could be seen.

If he wanted to withstand the full tenfold pressure, he would need a breakthrough in the strength of his soul.

“Master, are there only nine main halls to join? Is there no other choice?” asked a burly, broad-shouldered man.

At the moment, Lin Shihan wasn’t most concerned about what others thought of her, but rather how Han Yang would feel upon seeing these reports.

“This brother-in-law still has a bit of conscience,” Yuan Qing remarked with a smile, rising to wave his hand—his chair and bundle were instantly put away.

How infuriating! Aman was seething with anger, raising her left hand to reveal the Soul-Devouring Demon Claw. Yet, upon seeing it, she hesitated—should she summon Mingbei? But perhaps it wasn’t such a big deal after all.

He was determined to find a place connected to his origins within two months, to uncover the truth and make his escape as soon as possible.

Even the later Evergreen Tribe, Starry Skies Tribe, and Tiger Tribe only intervened against their enemies when they had secured their own harvests.

Such alliances allowed both sides to enjoy each other’s benefits without suffering any losses—a true case of mutual advantage.

After all, compared to his system, even a hundred luxury cars were insignificant.

Of course, these thoughts remained buried in Shen Gui’s heart; he would never voice them, not in this lifetime.

“Has Her Majesty the Empress’s health improved?” Unable to bear the oppressive atmosphere in the hall any longer, Consort Yun was the first to break the silence.