ASER - Chapter 245
Chapter 245: Rampant
After the banquet ended, the clamor subsided. Tang Song had a new master. As for the former masters, the remaining imperial family and imperial clan members had their cultivation sealed and were directly imprisoned in a secret underground palace beneath the imperial palace.
This underground palace had remained undiscovered by Yu Xuanji and others for many years, naturally because it was protected by powerful spatial restrictions that blocked any perception, and it looked quite ancient.
But while the prison was old, the "people" originally imprisoned within were recent.
Footsteps were also approaching.
Light and casual, after a while, in the dim light of the underground palace, they saw someone approaching.
Her royal robe was crimson. On her cheeks, fairer than snow and frost, her lips were a vivid red without rouge. When she slightly opened them, her words were like a venomous snake, "Your Highnesses, will you not kneel to me?"
She was despicable, malicious, and shameless, but she was powerful and fierce.
This smiling appearance bore no resemblance to her timid, obsequious, and opportunistic demeanor when she was weak.
Of course, the entire nation knew that this Grand Princess advanced her cultivation by a stage every three days, and with each advancement, she underwent a spiritual path "cosmetic surgery." Her current appearance was such that the combined beauty of all the concubines in the imperial harem would not even amount to a tenth of hers.
A bewitchingly beautiful appearance that transcended the mortal realm.
Dantai Sheng still had some backbone and didn't show much deference to this wretched girl who had been flattering him just over a year ago. But… A'Diao didn't need their deference.
Anyway, after she finished speaking, their knees ached.
Thump, thump, thump.
The entire group knelt.
Dantai Sheng gritted his teeth in hatred but dared not look up at her.
Her gaze was too terrifying.
A'Diao: "Why hate me so much? When others are imprisoned, they lack water and food, suffer from hunger and cold, and die alone. But you? You have such a large cell to live in, so many quiet roommates, and food when you're hungry. Aren't you grateful?"
It would have been better if she hadn't said anything. Once she did, this group of pampered nobles looked at the pile of endlessly decaying corpses in the cell.
They were all corpses of female cultivators.
They had died recently, so the decay was quite fresh.
So, did she mean for them to eat these rotting corpses?
Everyone's throats constricted, and many of them vomited.
Dantai Sheng's face was pale; he knew A'Diao was torturing them.
These female cultivators had all died at the hands of the Dantai Imperial Family, just to resurrect their ancestors ahead of schedule.
If there were vengeful spirits, these female ghosts would surely eat them alive and flay them.
After leaving the dungeon, A'Diao returned to the Chen family. Upon reaching the old courtyard, she released the old lady.
It was still the same room.
A Buddha statue, a prayer mat, a wooden fish, and outside, in the courtyard, the turtle pond fed by a spring.
The old lady sat there and glanced at her. A'Diao, however, stood outside the room, meeting her gaze. After a long while, she asked a question.
"Grandmother, aren't you afraid?"
"A person with one foot in the grave, what is there to be afraid of?"
"Then where is your other foot planted?"
The old lady stared at her, her gaze clouded by age, but her words were clear and desolate. "Since you were young and in dire straits, you knew how to grasp pillars and rely on support. But once you became strong, you immediately started to be picky and arrogant. So now you resent me; just make your move. What's the point of these verbal jabs? Will it help you eat two more bowls of rice?"
Toilet felt this old lady was quite tough. However, there weren't many fools in the Chen family. Perhaps they had discerned that A'Diao's temperament was somewhat abnormal – she could be vengeful over the smallest grievance, or she could be completely heartless, all depending on whether the other person posed a threat to her.
Her current leniency towards this old lady, it was unknown whether it stemmed from youthful affection or some other probing.
A'Diao: "Speaking of which, it seems I haven't eaten with Grandmother for many years."
Then, with a raise of her hand, dishes were laid out on the table – yes, pilfered from the imperial palace.
"Come, Grandmother, eat!"
The old lady looked at the table full of dishes, clutching her prayer beads, and stared at her expressionlessly.
Toilet almost burst out laughing.
Despicable fiend, they were all meat dishes. This old lady would be infuriated to death.
The old lady watched with a cold gaze for an hour as A'Diao single-handedly devoured the entire table of meat dishes like a whirlwind. Afterwards, A'Diao deliberately added, "Grandmother, you really are something. You're so thin already and still not eating. What is Diaodiao to do? It hurts my heart so much."
The old lady's eyelids twitched slightly. "What heart hurts? Doesn't your stomach hurt?"
A'Diao: "…"
Hmph, mine doesn't hurt.
A'Diao gulped down a large cup of milk tea, then stood up and said, "Grandmother, please take good care of your health. You must enjoy good fortune, longevity, peace, and prosperity forever."
After speaking, without waiting for the old lady's reaction, she flicked her sleeves and left, looking like a petty villain triumphantly taking revenge on an enemy.
She didn't even close the door.
The old lady turned her head to watch her departing figure, her eyes slightly dimming.
Looking back now, many people suddenly realized that A'Diao had actually started laying the groundwork for seizing power in Tang Song a long time ago.
Sometimes, seizing imperial power is easy, but stabilizing the nation is difficult.
But fortunately, she used Danzhou as her foundation, from the Song and Chen families, extending to the Xiao family in the southern seas and so on. Finally, step by step, she encroached and also step by step stabilized her reputation and foundation among the common people of Tang Song.
Later on, families like Duanmu, Cao, and Zhao, who seemed to be A'Diao's backup connections, actually became key ministers supporting the new ruler.
Back then, when she was making connections under the identity of Zhao Ritian, who would have thought of today?
However, with a foundation within Tang Song, the national situation after the seizure of power was stable, and all parties remained unshaken.
However, the Dragon Veins of Lie Qin and Nan Jin had not yet been drawn. In response to the changes in Tang Song, these two nations were shaken and terrified. The common people were in an uproar. Although the top experts of their imperial families had been eliminated, other royal members still existed, and the courts were still under their control. Now, both emperors, realizing A'Diao's threat, decisively contacted the Arbitration Council to protect themselves.
The Arbitration Council was undoubtedly currently devising strategies against A'Diao, but they had a huge flaw – one that A'Diao had perceived and the world knew: their combat forces could not enter the mortal realm. If they did, they couldn't return.
What was so good about the Arbitration Council's world? It was certainly better than the mortal realm, at least enough to make these most powerful cultivators unwilling to leave, even willing to abandon the mortal realm where their old roots lay.
Cultivators, after all, their greatest desire in this life naturally stemmed from cultivation.
It was estimated that the Arbitration Council's world possessed cultivation resources that they found difficult to part with. However, regarding the situation of Lie Qin and Nan Jin, the Arbitration Council's orders came quickly.
First, publicize Chen A'Diao's acts of betraying the army and the nation, refuse to recognize Tang Song's sovereignty, and paint Chen A'Diao as a hostile and evil figure in public opinion. Then, use the media of both nations to frantically frame her, and also have traitorous forces within Tang Song cause trouble.
This was an overt attempt to confuse the public and create trouble for Chen A'Diao, while secretly making other plans, such as those concerning the Dragon Veins of the two nations… The Arbitration Council had its own arrangements.
A'Diao's clone spies, embedded within the imperial families of Lie Qin and Nan Jin, had long since disguised themselves as royal members. Because the imperial families of both nations were now wary of this, the two emperors personally handled communications with the Arbitration Council, and subsequent arrangements avoided royal members, clearly to prevent Chen A'Diao from prying into secrets.
A'Diao, however, was unconcerned; she was certain of one thing.
Toilet: "No matter what arrangements they make, the Arbitration Council will either dispatch a large number of experts into the mortal realm to kill you, or they will transfer the Dragon Veins and proceed slowly. Regarding the former, looking at those powerful individuals from before, they seem very reluctant. Unless absolutely necessary, they won't take this path. After all, the composition of the Arbitration Council heavily relies on royal bloodlines; each member has a high status and cultivation. The higher up they are, the less willing they are to sacrifice their own interests, so it's not easy to arrange. They will most likely choose to transfer the Dragon Veins. In your opinion, what will they do?"
A'Diao: "The Dragon Vein is not a fixed entity; it grows with the nation's prosperity. Once it leaves the nation, the nation will weaken, but it's a two-way street – the Dragon Vein itself will also weaken. Therefore, I must control Tang Song, become its master, and also stabilize Tang Song's national structure and ensure the people's livelihood. But the Arbitration Council and these imperial families of the three nations, once their fundamental interests are threatened by me, will probably resort to this last-ditch measure – even if unwilling, it will damage the foundation of the mortal realm, shake the thousand-year foundation of imperial power, and sever the continuous source of karmic luck. But they have no other choice."
Toilet thought so too. It all depended on whether A'Diao could stop it.
Strike first to gain the upper hand?
The fear was backlash… Taking Tang Song's Dragon Vein was a clever trick. If she also used force against Lie Qin and Nan Jin, she would inevitably suffer a backlash. At that time, let alone devouring the Dragon Veins, in her weakened state, the Arbitration Council could kill her by just sending one or two people in.
Perhaps the Arbitration Council was even hoping she would go and forcibly take the Dragon Veins now.
Toilet: "It's a pity. Lie Qin and Nan Jin definitely won't follow the old path of those fools in Tang Song."
Such a despicable method could only be used once.
"Naturally not. As long as people want to protect themselves, there's nothing they wouldn't do. Transferring the Dragon Veins, although it damages their future, at least preserves their current interests…"
Toilet was slightly surprised by her tone. Just then, someone arrived outside.
Two people.
The door opened automatically. A'Diao looked up and saw two women in the warm, orange light outside the door. And these two women also saw A'Diao inside, wearing glasses.
This person was rarely serious, wearing loose cotton-linen long sleeves and capri pants, with glasses perched on her nose, looking like a professional in a science or engineering field. But she was good-looking; even through the glasses, one could see the shimmering light in her eyes.
However, upon seeing them, this person pushed up her glasses and looked them up and down… her gaze shifting from slightly impolite to gradually presumptuous.
Baiyue Qinggu and Daoguang Luoshen endured it, ultimately ignoring the offense due to the other party's formidable martial strength and shameless nature.
"We have matters to discuss with Your Excellency. May we talk?"
A'Diao finally showed some politeness, personally getting up to greet them at the door. She peeked out furtively, looking back and forth, then sneakily closed the door.
Both Baiyue Qinggu and Daoguang Luoshen had rather cold temperaments and weren't talkative. Seeing A'Diao's sneaky appearance, they didn't want to ask much, fearing they would just give her an opportunity to showcase her talent for infuriating people. But did this person need others to set the stage for her?
No need.
After closing the door, A'Diao explained to the two with a serious face, "Don't worry, elder sisters. No one outside saw. It won't compromise your reputations."
What reputations?
Daoguang Luoshen didn't respond. Baiyue Qinggu pretended not to hear and only said, "We're just here to discuss serious matters."
A'Diao: "I know, I'm just afraid others might misunderstand. It's the middle of the night, you came quietly, and together. If people found out, they would definitely misunderstand – of course, the reason is me, my reputation isn't good."
It's not that your reputation is bad; your entire person is bad.
Seizing opportunities to bully those who had previously suppressed her, her malicious nature was very tenacious.
But Baiyue Qinggu suddenly said, "Among those who rise, few have good reputations. Those with reputations that are too good are either dead or actually scumbags."
A'Diao blurted out, "Like that old turtle in my family?"
Baiyue Qinggu and the other: "…"
You said that, we didn't mention it.
The atmosphere became a bit awkward for a moment. A'Diao chuckled and smoothed things over, "Luckily, I'm not like him. Actually, the worse one's reputation, the less hypocritical they are, and their inner self is mostly good."
"By the way, are you here to talk to me about the Arbitration Council?"
"Yes."
Finally, they were getting to the point. Baiyue Qinggu and the other secretly sighed in relief.
A'Diao's temperament was too complex. Even they were afraid of being led into a trap – after all, the experience of the Qishan world's massacre and devouring of people was very real. It was possible that in an instant, with a single thought from her, they could all die.
They hadn't died, only because they were still useful.
In the cultivation circle, the strong decided everything. The two respected such strength and were unwilling to offend or challenge it, but they also couldn't handle A'Diao's volatile temperament.
"Then I'll call Old Ancestor Kunlun."
Since it was serious business, A'Diao became earnest. She quickly notified Kunlun, and so Kunlun arrived.
The four sat facing each other.
Baiyue Qinggu didn't have a good relationship with Kunlun in the first generation, mainly because her most favored junior, Baiyue Xiangsi, had been "trapped" by him. However, she acknowledged his strength. Observing him now, she said thoughtfully, "Your body has become even stronger, approaching your original form. Was it also modified with sun-phase elements?"
It was no longer a secret that A'Diao and Qu Xia'er had mastered sun-phase substances; otherwise, how could they have progressed so rapidly.
This technology might even be used to fight against the Arbitration Council – if the Arbitration Council gave them time.
"Yes, A'Diao did it for me."
Daoguang Luoshen had a straightforward personality and got straight to the point. She said directly to A'Diao, "Impressive."
The higher the cultivation, the easier it was to regenerate a clone. However, restoring a body to its peak state required an extremely long time and vast resources. It was manageable in peacetime, but if the body was damaged during combat, there would be no time to recover. Most importantly, if all flesh and blood of the body were destroyed, leaving no living tissue, it would be difficult to recover in a short time. Just like Kunlun, his body had been completely destroyed back then, leaving only his soul. Otherwise, with Lushan's resources, he could have somehow reconstructed a body.
The body is the soul's first line of defense.
"Just a trivial skill," A'Diao said modestly, then asked the two, "Elder sisters, would you like to get a few spare sets? What if one day your bodies are also blown up, leaving no remains?"
These two elder sisters definitely weren't short of money. Coincidentally, she herself… didn't seem to be short of money recently either. The Tang Song Imperial Family's assets were all with her, and the secret treasury was hers too, though she hadn't gone to see it yet.
But who would refuse more money?
A'Diao's words weren't pleasant to hear, but the two women actually considered it.
However, just as A'Diao finished speaking, a secret room on one side of the room opened, and little Yuanbao ran out, dragging two bodies. It was short but strong, dragging two naked bodies, shouting as it pulled, "Master Diaodiao, Master Diaodiao, these two, you said the texture wasn't good, and the dimensions were wrong, you really don't want them? What a pity, how should we dispose of them?"
Baiyue Qinggu and the other's gazes fell on the two real, naked bodies, one male and one female. Their expressions didn't change at the time, but their pupils collectively trembled.
Hmm, so this is how they're made?
A'Diao was also a bit exasperated for a moment: I'm trying to do business here, this damn Yuanbao… Fuck!
"Don't want them. They were meant to be substitute bodies anyway. If they're not made well, naturally I don't want them. But they weren't for me to use. If someone else isn't picky, it's fine. You can drag them back."
Then she sheepishly asked Baiyue Qinggu and the other, "Ladies, do you still want them? I'll give you a one percent discount. Don't worry, I don't need to personally measure your dimensions."
"My eyes are the ruler. If you don't believe me, ask my Old Ancestor Kunlun. He never lies."
Kunlun, who had been looking down and drinking tea: "…"
No need? Then why did she touch him several times?
Facing A'Diao's innocent, trusting gaze, Kunlun finally grunted in affirmation.
The other two: "…"
Believe you, my foot.
Fortunately, the two goddess-level figures were experienced and had strong temperaments. For the sake of cultivation, what hardships hadn't they endured? They decisively placed an order with A'Diao then and there.
After discussing business, they moved on to serious matters. What A'Diao and Toilet had discussed, the three also brought up.
They discussed it in more depth, and finally asked A'Diao what preparations to make.
Evidently, all three felt that the Arbitration Council would resort to directly transferring the Dragon Veins.
In this way, they were the ones in a difficult situation.
"Either we seize the Dragon Veins before they are transferred, but we will suffer a backlash and be easily killed by people sent by the Arbitration Council. Or we watch as Lie Qin and Nan Jin lose their karmic luck due to their Dragon Veins being taken, leading to national turmoil, natural disasters, and casualties among the people."
That's right, the two had actually come for the sake of the people of the two nations.
Now it depended on whether A'Diao had any extraordinary technique to avoid such a bleak outcome.
A'Diao: "It's not that there isn't a method, and it's very simple."
The three: "?"
A'Diao: "A war between the three nations. The victor of the contest takes all, and the empires unite."
Ah, indeed. As long as she used Tang Song to launch a war, annex Lie Qin and Nan Jin, and unify the national titles, the Dragon Veins would also mystically unite.
But this would be very rushed.
"It's not a bad strategy. Anyway, Lie Qin and Nan Jin don't have the absolute military power to resist you now, and Tang Song is currently at its zenith – but it's best you don't participate personally. Dragon Veins are very sensitive. Once you enter the fray, the Dragon Veins of Lie Qin and Nan Jin will see you as an enemy. If their two karmic lucks combine, they might suppress your karmic luck and affect your cultivation. This is also why high-level cultivators mostly don't participate in kingdom wars. The higher the cultivation, the more they fear being targeted by karmic luck, hindering their advancement."
Such profound and mysterious matters were only encountered at their level of cultivation.
A'Diao wasn't very clear about this before. After being reminded, she naturally took note. But this matter didn't require them to act personally. Now, the Six Cauldrons forces were under A'Diao's command; dispatching mid-to-low-level experts to join the army and fight would suffice.
As the four were discussing, they suddenly received news – the internet had exploded with images of A'Diao slaughtering the imperial families of the three nations, branding her a traitor…
Baiyue Qinggu's expression was cold. "They move fast."
With such a huge commotion, A'Diao's identity was defined. The two nations would have strong resistance towards A'Diao, and ultimately, many people would have to die to conquer Lie Qin and Nan Jin.
Although war itself is brutal, avoidable casualties should be avoided as much as possible.
While the few were deep in thought, Tong Qinghuang, Taihao Qiankun, and others silently contacted A'Diao, asking how they should proceed.
Quite sensible, it seems the psychological trauma from that day was quite significant.
Toilet inexplicably recalled the former Jinling Academy. People like Zhongchuan Mingxiu were also stubborn kings, but later they were repeatedly thrashed and brutalized by A'Diao… and then they quieted down.
Evidently, compared to these stubborn juniors who didn't believe in evil, the old ancestors were much more aware of the times, able to yield and adapt, thus becoming great figures.
"You don't need to do anything, just prepare for war."
A'Diao said this in front of Baiyue Qinggu and the other two. Then, the corner of her mouth curled slightly, revealing a classic "ultimate white lotus" smile: "I am innocent. The world will eventually understand my innocence and grievances."
This smile was strangely creepy.
When the three left, Kunlun noticed several books on A'Diao's table.
Ordinary ancient books, not looking like historical artifacts, but rather like books ordinary families used to educate young children.
He didn't pay much attention and turned to leave.
The room became quiet again. A'Diao casually picked up a book, flipped through it, and looked at the handwriting on it thoughtfully. After pondering for an unknown amount of time, she muttered, "So it was this obvious, and I didn't even notice before. It might have been intentional. There wouldn't be a trap, would there? Such an insidious person…"
At that time, in the Chen family's Buddhist hall, the old grandmother glanced at her bookshelf, pulled out a book, and handed it to the old Daoist priest behind her.
The old Daoist priest respectfully took it, his expression changing slightly.
"She changed the book; she wants to check your handwriting."
The old Daoist priest spoke out of turn, subconsciously saying, "Back then, I asked why you insisted on writing it for her yourself, and you didn't even try to hide your handwriting. It was as if you intentionally wanted to tell her…"
The old grandmother turned around, her expression stern and indifferent. "You seem to be constantly implying something to me lately."
The old Daoist priest lowered his head. "I wouldn't dare."
The old grandmother pressed her glabella. "Speed things up. There isn't a year left."
This little girl's progress had exceeded her predictions, which would in turn provoke the Demonic Spirits and the Arbitration Council to become more aggressive.
However, despite clearly suspecting her and holding that body in hand, she made no move.
It seemed like a hint.
Early the next morning, these major figures all saw that the imperial families of Lie Qin and Nan Jin, using their courts as a platform, were broadcasting live to the people of the three nations. Just as the monarchs on stage were righteously denouncing A'Diao and proclaiming justice… and the populace was seething with indignation, the atmosphere reaching an extreme intensity.
The imperial palace behind them exploded.
Amidst surging Demonic Qi, two factions of imperial family members started fighting.
One faction of imperials had demonic seeds within them and released Demonic Qi, while the other faction seemed fine.
The problem was that a group of local female cultivators, who had recently gone missing, escaped from a secret chamber beneath the imperial palace.
As soon as this group of female cultivators ran out, they cried loudly for help.
The people of the three nations: "…"
Weren't these the female cultivators rumored to have been abducted by the Tang Song Imperial Family after their defeat, harmed to restore Dantai Lingyao's cultivation?
Why… were they in a secret chamber beneath their own nation's imperial palace?
It was broadcast globally. Baiyue Qinggu and the others naturally saw it too, their expressions complicated at the time.
These Lie Qin imperials were Human-Demons, but it wasn't certain if this was arranged by the Demonic Spirit Race.
But the female cultivators in the secret chamber beneath the Lie Qin imperial palace were definitely the work of the Lie Qin Imperial Family – Dantai Lingyao's prior resurrection in Tang Song must have stimulated the two nations. Out of jealousy and unwillingness to be outdone, the two major imperial families ultimately took this shortcut.
Human nature, so fragile.
The effect of this exposure was immediate. All three nations erupted, especially the citizens of Lie Qin and Nan Jin, whose fervent patriotism had just been stirred, only to be viciously backstabbed by their imperial families. Their morale collapsed.
They certainly still hated A'Diao, but they were even more disgusted and hateful towards their own imperial families.
It was like choosing between chocolate-flavored shit and shit-flavored chocolate; either choice made them sick. Thus, the nations fell into turmoil, and instability spread everywhere.
In this turmoil, some new ideas emerged like a sudden uprising, gradually calling for the abolition of royalty and feudalism…
If the social system was to change, it would inevitably have to go through a bloody revolution.
At this very moment, Tang Song declared war on Lie Qin and Nan Jin, and launched attacks on the borders immediately after the declaration.
The imperial families of Lie Qin and Nan Jin were filled with hatred. They could only scramble to arrange their armies and cultivator groups, but having just been backstabbed, these people were not very obedient…
The morale of the frontline soldiers was also somewhat low, so the Tang Song army advanced a thousand li a day, pressing forward with an irresistible force.
Is this something a righteous person would do?
Anyway, A'Diao did it. Ruthless, sparing no cost, extremely vicious.
Always more flamboyant than her enemies, taking a path more ruthless and insidious than theirs, leaving them with no way out.
Accuse her of treason?
I'll directly beat you into a traitor of the human race.
If there's chaos, let's all be chaotic. Anyway, when troubled times arise, her advantage is the greatest.
However, the human race was easy to suppress. What she worried about most was the Archbishop of the Arbitration Council and the Demonic Spirit Race.
Over at the Arbitration Council, yellow sand and thick earth formed brutal storms in the vast expanse. The clouds and foothills of Wushan were indistinct, and vaguely, a colossal, blade-like mountain cliff could be seen standing in the wilderness. In a recess of this cliff, an ancient and magnificent temple-like structure was suspended.
This was the Arbitration Council.
Within the Court, one Archbishop held supreme authority, while below, three Cardinal Archbishops divided the departmental power. Among them were Cardinal Archbishop Ying Lie of the War College, Cardinal Archbishop Ji Wuchen of the Science College, and Cardinal Archbishop Dantai Yun of the Blood College.
At this time, all three were at a meeting, dressed in wide, elegant red robes. They were examining all the details regarding this incident, remaining silent for a while. Only after finishing did they look towards the person at the head, robed in black with white-gold trim.
Actually, the other person had no face. That's right, he was enveloped in a black robe, his facial features, even his entire head, were like a golden mass within the black hood, constantly rolling and moving. Looking at it for a long time, it resembled a small vortex, inspiring awe and fear.
"We request Your Eminence's instructions on how to deal with this person."
"One Dragon Vein is already gone; the other two must be preserved. My Science College is already preparing and can transfer the Dragon Veins soon."
The Archbishop leaned against the armrest, his palm against his temple. Beneath the flow of golden aura, a pale, cold, gold-armored claw-like hand could be seen, metallic in texture, slender and sharp. But he was graceful, and his voice was very low, only saying faintly, "There is someone behind this Chen A'Diao, and she is undoubtedly a descendant of the Celestial Clan."
The three Cardinal Archbishops were startled. Dantai Yun said thoughtfully, "Because of her genetic limit?"
"No." The Archbishop's finger bones tapped rhythmically against his temple, his voice thin and cold.
"I have sensed the karmic luck of the Celestial Clan reviving."
"But what's strange is that the movements in the Demonic Spirit Realm are not quite right."
The faces of the three Cardinal Archbishops changed drastically.
The Archbishop wouldn't concern himself with matters of lesser Demon Kings. Even the revival of a Great Demon King would be within their scope of handling. There was only one existence that could make the Archbishop pay attention.
The Supreme Demon King.
"Could he be reviving?"
The three Cardinal Archbishops were deeply worried.
Just then, news arrived from the mortal realm: their plans had been instantly ruined. Evidently, Chen A'Diao had also laid her plans long ago.
The three Cardinal Archbishops frowned, their killing intent towards A'Diao deepening.
Too difficult to deal with.
"Now there are two major concerns: one in the mortal realm, and one in the Demonic Spirit World," Ji Wuchen said in a low voice.
The Archbishop's body, however, faded away.
"Then let them be in the same world."
The three Archbishops: "???!!!"
They didn't know that after the Archbishop left, he entered a hidden, mysterious subterranean world of the Arbitration Council.
This world was neither large nor small, but a huge and magnificent gate of light stood there.
Looking at this gate of light, the Archbishop's eyes were profound. He sat down and began to refine it.
He was just one step away from success.
As long as he mastered it, replaced the Goddess to become the ruler of this world, the life and death of all living beings would be in the palm of his hand. And he would no longer be limited by world barriers, able to freely enter and exit any world, including the mortal realm.
Now, only three days were left.
Just three days!
And what was A'Diao doing at this time?
She was in the Tang Song Imperial Family's secret treasury. As soon as she entered, she transformed into a dragon. Her ninth claw clutched treasure number 1 at one end of the treasury, and her first claw clutched treasure number 99 at this end. Her enormous dragon head was rubbing against a small mountain of universe-grade top-tier minerals.
Ah, mine, mine, all mine.
"My darlings, you were lost for so many years, and you've finally found your long-lost daddy, me, wuwu…"
Toilet watched A'Diao roll around in her dragon form amidst the densely packed treasures. When her emotions welled up, she almost believed it herself.
While Toilet complained about her being unsophisticated and unworldly, it also slowly transformed into a small pig and dived into the mountain of ores, rolling around.
MD, it actually feels pretty good.
Hahaha!
One person and one Toilet happily rolled around for thirty-eight minutes before finally calming down.
So many treasures, it was impossible to keep them all. She wanted to, but with a great battle imminent and things drawing to a close, it was better to make the best use of everything.
A'Diao's eyes flickered. She patted Toilet's head and commanded domineeringly, "Eat them."
But when Toilet really started to devour them, she clutched her heart, leaned against a pillar, her face contorted in pain.
Damn Arbitration Council!
When I'm done with you, I'll strip you down to your underwear.
Ah, my treasures.
While cursing, A'Diao began to sort through the civilization books that Toilet couldn't devour.
Complete civilization books were rare; they were probably taken away by that group from the Arbitration Council back then. What remained were fragments, but they were useful to A'Diao.
At least it was better than nothing.
Thinking about the Arbitrators eating well while she had leftovers made A'Diao feel even worse.
Demonic Spirit World.
The group of lesser Demon Kings had shrunk by more than half. There was no shortage of Demonic Spirits in terms of numbers, but what was the use of that?
If they were to revive a Great Demon King, it would inevitably require a spirit-descending path. Descend my ass! Chen A'Diao was in the mortal realm and would directly use a dimension-lowering strike to block it, wasting resources.
The Fox Lesser Demon King said sinisterly, "Now, there is only one way to save our Demonic Spirit Race."
What?
Several lesser Demon Kings looked at each other and quickly realized the meaning of the most cunning Fox Lesser Demon King – the Supreme Demon King!
"But, hasn't His Majesty already fallen…"
But the Fox Lesser Demon King said stubbornly, "I don't believe it. Didn't those bastards like Kunlun also say they had fallen? And what was the result? They all managed to survive. It makes no sense that His Majesty would have completely fallen. I believe the Crimson Flame Golden Lion Beast has guarded the forbidden land for so many years for a reason. It is one in heart and mind with His Majesty; it must know something."
Perhaps when people are in a desperate situation, they are more likely to grasp at faint hopes. Many lesser Demon Kings immediately had ideas.
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