Chapter 463: Conspiracy, the Impending Storm

Chapter 463: Conspiracy, Storm Brewing

"Ah... this..."

Hei Jian's words left Qi Yuan dumbfounded.

He looked at Hei Jian and said softly, "With such bearing as mine, how could I lay eggs?"

Zi Yuanfeng cast a sidelong glance at Qi Yuan—with such bearing, how could he have adapted the "Ancestral Blood Art" that allows egg-laying?

"You haven't cultivated the Ancestral Blood Art you gave to Bing Jian?" Hei Jian spoke, his voice surprised.

"No." Qi Yuan shook his head. "Cultivation methods must suit the individual. The 'Ancestral Blood Art' Bing Jian practices is best for him, not for me."

"You practice a different 'Ancestral Blood Art'?" Hei Jian asked again, his estimation of Blood Robe rising once more.

It seemed that Blood Robe's fabrication of the "Ancestral Blood Art" was not a flash of inspiration.

He possessed other versions of the "Ancestral Blood Art."

"Mm." Qi Yuan nodded, then looked at Hei Jian. "The 'Ancestral Blood Art' I practice is somewhat unorthodox, suitable only for me, not for others."

Qi Yuan spoke the truth.

The "Ancestral Blood Art" he had modified for himself could only be cultivated by him.

Upon hearing this, Hei Jian's thoughts grew heavy, and he said no more.

Just then, a sudden transmission fell into Hei Jian's ear, and light burst from his eyes.

"Let's go!"

...

Hei Jian and Zi Yuanfeng hurried away, as if something major had occurred.

Qi Yuan returned to his cave dwelling and took stock of his gains.

"Not bad—aside from the Human Emperor Banner advancing further, I've acquired several hundred divine techniques."

After a moment's thought, Qi Yuan handed these divine techniques over to Ning Tao and the Goldfinch.

He pondered for a while, then entered the Gate of Ultimate Truth once more.

The scene shifted abruptly.

Countless vast and brilliant auras, like a river of stars, surged and spread.

These auras were all the auras of Ultimate Truth.

Seeing Qi Yuan arrive, the innate spirits who had been contemplating the Ultimate Truth within the Gate of Ultimate Truth rose one after another to pay their respects.

"Greetings, Master!"

These innate spirits were all Qi Yuan's spirit infants.

Qi Yuan rarely had time to personally contemplate the Ultimate Truth within the Gate of Ultimate Truth.

Therefore, he placed his spirit infants inside to contemplate, saving time.

Among them, many spirit infants were specifically responsible for contemplating the Great Ultimate Truth of Taihuang Palace, and others for the Ghost Control Heaven.

"How is it going?" Qi Yuan asked.

Divine Thunder Old Man shrugged, a smile in his eyes: "You'll never guess—the banner master of Ghost Control Heaven has comprehended an Ultimate Truth related to thunder techniques."

Refining the Ten Thousand Ghost Soul Banner is a technique of utmost yin and demonic nature, completely different from the purest yang and most rigid thunder techniques.

"Could it be Yin Thunder?" Qi Yuan wondered.

"Taihuan Extremely Pivot Thunder, Earth-grade Ultimate Truth. With a focused mind and gathered divine thought, it can imprison heaven and earth, soul and body, purifying them with thunder, its might terrifying." Divine Thunder Old Man spoke, his gaze solemn.

"Imprisonment?" Qi Yuan mused. "Good thing I didn't ambush the Ghost Pass; otherwise, with the power of a Great Ultimate Truth, if he used such a Great Ultimate Truth, I probably couldn't even enter the Purple Mansion."

Qi Yuan's reliance was that with a single thought, he could return to the Purple Mansion at any time.

But this was not omnipotent.

The Great Ultimate Truths of the world all possessed various terrifying and unfathomable powers.

Even Qi Yuan was surprised—there were even things like "whoever you stare at becomes pregnant."

For instance, the Abyss Lord of White Dragon Abyss: his Great Ultimate Truth was that when activated, if he looked at someone, that person would conceive a being containing his bloodline.

This gave Qi Yuan a chill.

No wonder White Dragon Abyss had invited "Demon Blaze Heavenly Lord" to join, even offering him lordship—they wanted him to get pregnant.

If Qi Yuan were a Great Ultimate Truth, he could still avoid these lethal Ultimate Truth techniques.

But his Absolute Adaptation and Do-As-You-Please were still in their infancy.

"All thunder attributes under heaven are under your control—is there a chance... to halt the banner master's Ultimate Truth killing move?" Qi Yuan looked at Divine Thunder Old Man, asking seriously.

"You overestimate me, boy. Even if I control thunder attributes, I'm only a Heavenly Position Yang God!" Divine Thunder Old Man's beard twitched, quivering.

Qi Yuan glanced at Divine Thunder again: "Old Man, you're not up to it."

Divine Thunder Old Man's face flushed red: "Who's not up to it? Put the Gate of Ultimate Truth into the Star Hall, give me half a month, and I'll stop the banner master's Ultimate Truth killing move for two breaths!"

The Star Hall that Divine Thunder Old Man spoke of was actually the place where Qi Yuan's stellar golden core resided—that unknown universe.

For every day that passed in Qi Yuan's region, a hundred years went by in the Star Hall.

This time flow was quite frightening.

It also gave Qi Yuan more ideas for exploiting bugs.

Placing the interior of the Gate of Ultimate Truth into that universe, letting his spirit infants analyze the Ultimate Truths on it.

In that case, over tens of thousands of days, he could become almost thoroughly familiar with the Ultimate Truths of the Six Heavens.

But the bug was not so easy to exploit.

Placing the other end of the Gate of Ultimate Truth in the Star Hall was no problem.

But placing it—including its interior—completely into another universe was a huge problem.

Every breath was an immense drain on Qi Yuan.

All his spirit infants had to exert effort.

And his cultivation of the Myriad Dao Martial God and his own strength were also occupied.

His entire strength would drop to the Mythical realm.

Encountering a Yang God, he would easily croak.

Only by moving the Gate of Ultimate Truth back completely would it disappear.

"Half a month?" Qi Yuan pondered.

There was some risk, but it was actually manageable.

As long as Qi Yuan laid low, nothing would happen.

"Half a month it is—let's do it!"

As the saying goes, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

“Let me set things up first, then we’ll begin,” Qi Yuan said.

“Good, keep me informed at any time,” Shenlei Laodeng’s figure faded and vanished.

At that moment, another Divine Infant appeared, reporting to Qi Yuan on the work results.

“So the old man’s Great Principle is this…”

Qi Yuan pondered for a moment, then left the Gate of Principle.

To raise the Gate of Principle to another universe, he needed to make preparations—best not to leave his abode.

During this time, he would be at his weakest.

After some thought, Qi Yuan continuously set up formations, but feeling unsafe, he devised various other measures.

After toiling for over ten days, Qi Yuan suddenly slapped his forehead.

“Am I being too cautious? All these days setting up formations, and nothing happened anyway?”

Qi Yuan deeply regretted it. If only he had reverted to the moment he first returned and directly let Shenlei Laodeng go comprehend.

That way, by now, Shenlei Laodeng would have finished his enlightenment.

With that thought, once everything was arranged, Qi Yuan began transferring the Gate of Principle to that other universe.

After about an hour, Qi Yuan’s aura plummeted.

“I’m too weak. I’d better not go out anytime soon. If I run into a dog, it might be a life-or-death duel!”

Qi Yuan thought to himself.

A loud, carefree voice rang out.

“Blood Robe, open the door!”

Hearing the familiar voice, Qi Yuan knew it was Sister Niujiao arriving.

“What is it?”

Qi Yuan stopped setting up formations and looked outside.

“You’re not dead?” Sister Niujiao entered the cave dwelling, casually sat on the ground, and dropped a shocking remark.

“I’m living better than you,” Qi Yuan said, irritated at the sight of her.

“I thought you died at Flower Moon Wonderland,” Sister Niujiao said flatly. “Sigh, it took you this long to deal with those prodigies. Seems the gap between you and that one from Taihuang Palace is… rather large.”

“It’s fine, I’m young,” Qi Yuan replied seriously.

According to the Leibniz comparison method, he actually far surpassed that one from Taihuang Palace.

But Qi Yuan was modest and didn’t say it.

Then, Sister Niujiao blinked. “Have you seen that mysterious Envoy of the Hall? Is he handsome?”

Some time ago, a Yang God Venerable from Ghost Dominion was slain by the Envoy of the Human Emperor Hall.

This incident shook both Ghost Dominion and the Black Demon Abyss.

It could be said that in the two sacred lands now, among the prodigy disciples and Yang God Venerables, the most discussed topic was that mysterious Envoy.

Everyone was intensely curious about the Envoy’s identity.

Unlike Ghost Dominion, which hated the Envoy to the bone, the Black Demon Abyss regarded him as a deity.

After all, slaying an enemy’s Yang God, taking a blow from the Great Principle, and then departing gracefully—that was enough to stir the imaginations of young cultivators.

“Very handsome, as handsome as me,” Qi Yuan said without modesty when it came to looks.

Sister Niujiao glanced at him. “I believe you’re as handsome, but… the aura, hehe.”

Ziyuan Daxue giggled, her tone sarcastic.

Though she had never met the mysterious Envoy of the Human Emperor Hall, she had heard of him—clad in blood armor, like a god of slaughter emerging from hell, cold and terrifying.

As for Blood Robe… handsome, yes, but the moment he spoke, it was a letdown.

Ziyuan Daxue had thought that if Blood Robe were frozen solid, he’d be a peerless handsome man.

But once he was let loose—sorry, no aura at all.

“What do you mean by that!” Qi Yuan caught the sarcasm in Sister Niujiao’s words.

“Nothing.” Sister Niujiao stopped giggling, reached out, pulled a mushroom from her mouth, and ate another.

After finishing, she spoke: “You have plenty of those Ice Sword eggs, don’t you? I was thinking, how about we cooperate, imitate Flower Moon Wonderland, lure out the prodigies of Ghost Dominion, and earn some merits?”

Qi Yuan didn’t lack merits, but Ziyuan Daxue did.

Without a second thought, Qi Yuan shook his head. “That’s not the act of a gentleman. I won’t go.”

In his current state, he was weak, and he had already planned to stay indoors for half a month.

Ziyuan Daxue stared at him. “Shameless. Why weren’t you a gentleman before?”

“Everything changes. I was too young before; now I recognize my mistakes,” Qi Yuan said casually.

Hearing this, Ziyuan Daxue didn’t press further. Instead, she leaned close to Qi Yuan’s ear and whispered, “Those ice eggs… you didn’t lay them, did you? With Ice Sword’s talent, he couldn’t produce eggs like that!”

At this, Qi Yuan grew flustered.

“How can you slander my innocence out of thin air!”

He was indeed flustered.

He hadn’t laid the eggs, but he had created them.

“Let me see the ‘Ancestral Blood Art.’ I’m curious,” Ziyuan Daxue said, extending her hand with an expectant look.

By now, the adapted version of the Ancestral Blood Art was circulating in the Black Demon Abyss, but only among Yang God Venerables; Ziyuan Daxue hadn’t obtained it yet.

“What, you want to lay eggs too?” Qi Yuan waved his hand, tossing the jade slip to Ziyuan Daxue.

“Relax, I have principles. I absolutely refuse to lay eggs!” Ziyuan Daxue took the Ancestral Blood Art and began reading it intently.

It must be said, when focused and earnest, Ziyuan Daxue had a certain charm and allure.

As she read the adapted Ancestral Blood Art, the more she saw, the more astonished her expression became.

“Suddenly, I feel my principles aren’t worth a thing,” she said, greed flickering in her eyes.

The temptation of growing stronger was simply too great.

For an immortal, what was laying an egg?

“Sigh, our Black Demon Abyss will have to be renamed the Black Egg Abyss from now on!”

Ziyuan Daxue couldn’t help but sigh.

At that moment, the space and time of the world were instantly frozen.

Ziyuan Daxue remained motionless in her original pose.

Qi Yuan knew it was that old man, Ziyuan Ancestor, who had arrived.

Every time he appeared, he would halt the flow of time and space around him.

“You’re back. Not bad, not bad,” Ziyuan Ancestor said, appearing with a brilliant smile, looking quite pleased with himself.

"What's got you so happy?" Qi Yuan asked.

"Nothing much." Zi Yuan stroked his beard, his heart brimming with pride.

The Blood Robe had returned, but he hadn't come to see him immediately because he had been diligently cultivating the adapted version of the *Ancestral Blood Art*.

After all, he had told others that the Blood Robe had long been offered to him as a tribute.

If he didn't produce results soon, wouldn't he be laughed at?

During this time, he had worked especially hard and finally succeeded in his cultivation, condensing an egg and achieving a divine molt.

Only then did he come to see Qi Yuan.

"Who would have thought you, lad, had such talent, actually adapting the *Ancestral Blood Art*.

By offering the *Ancestral Blood Art* to the Black Demon Abyss through the Ice Sword, the higher-ups remember your favor and are preparing to bestow upon you a great amount of Yang Spirit gifts," Zi Yuan said.

"I don't want the Yang Spirit gifts," Qi Yuan quickly replied.

Yang Spirit gifts were nearly useless to him.

"I knew you wouldn't think much of them, so I argued with those old fellows and exchanged them for ten drops... of Black Demon Ancestral Blood." Zi Yuan smiled, clapping his hands, and a porcelain bottle appeared.

Qi Yuan's eyes lit up at the sight of the Black Demon Ancestral Blood.

"You really understand me, old man."

What Qi Yuan lacked most was Black Demon Ancestral Blood.

Some time ago, he had dispatched his Divine Infant, using intelligent micro-detection insects to find a great deal of Black Demon Ancestral Blood, quickly cultivating the *Ancestral Blood Art* to the twelfth layer.

But now, the cultivation of the *Ancestral Blood Art* had stalled again.

Because he was short on Black Demon Ancestral Blood.

With these ten drops, he could take another small step forward.

Of course, he was still far from the thirteenth layer.

He would need even more Black Demon Ancestral Blood.

Then, his cultivation as the Myriad Path Martial God could rival the Great Principle.

At this moment, Zi Yuan continued, "But I've also kept ten portions of Yang Spirit gifts for you.

Just in time—soon you'll be marrying the Moon Maiden Jin Li. These ten portions will allow you both to safely step into the realm of Yang Spirit Celestial Venerables, and in the future... you'll be able to look out for each other."

"Thank you, old man." Qi Yuan took the Black Demon Ancestral Blood and the Yang Spirit gifts, his eyes brightening. "The adapted *Ancestral Blood Art* turned out to be so valuable. If I adapted a new one, could I exchange it for more Black Demon Ancestral Blood?"

Ten drops of Black Demon Ancestral Blood wouldn't let him quickly break into the thirteenth layer.

He needed more.

Zi Yuan shook his head. "You're thinking too much. Not only is adapting the *Ancestral Blood Art* extremely difficult, but Black Demon Ancestral Blood is also a consumable. I had to swallow my pride to beg for these ten drops. If you want more, there's no way!"

Hearing this, Qi Yuan felt a bit disappointed.

"Alas, Black Demon Ancestral Blood—my poor, pale moonlight. After it died, I couldn't even collect its blood!" Qi Yuan lamented.

Zi Yuan ignored his wailing.

Then, Qi Yuan thought of something and said softly, "Old man, you've been taking care of me like a grandfather all this time. I've prepared a gift for you."

"Get lost!" Zi Yuan cursed, but inwardly he was pleased.

The earlier dissatisfaction that Qi Yuan hadn't given him the adapted *Ancestral Blood Art* first had dissipated.

"What gift? If it's too ordinary, I'll just leave it in my storage pouch to gather dust," Zi Yuan asked.

"It's this..." Qi Yuan took out a jade slip and handed it to Zi Yuan.

Zi Yuan took the jade slip and probed it with his divine soul.

His expression turned focused, then surprised, and finally... he took a deep breath.

His face showed delight, shock, and a hint of bitterness.

"Good stuff, good stuff, truly good stuff!" Zi Yuan exclaimed repeatedly, looking at the Blood Robe.

"I made this specifically for your physique during this time. Much better than Ice Egg's *Ancestral Blood Art*, right?" Qi Yuan said.

Having received so much Black Demon Ancestral Blood from Zi Yuan, Qi Yuan still felt a bit uneasy.

Although, strictly speaking, Zi Yuan giving him Black Demon Ancestral Blood was only proper as a tribute.

But he still had to share something good with his junior, didn't he?

"Ice Sword's *Ancestral Blood Art* is mediocre; this one suits you." Qi Yuan glanced at Zi Yuan. "You didn't secretly give in and cultivate Ice Sword's version, did you, old man?"

Zi Yuan's eyes widened at that. "How could I cultivate that egg-laying *Ancestral Blood Art*? I am a Great Principle powerhouse—I have my dignity."

As he spoke, he secretly crushed his own egg.

"Good, that's fine," Qi Yuan nodded.

"Don't go out during this time. It's chaotic outside." Remembering something, Zi Yuan added.

"Oh, what's wrong?" Qi Yuan asked.

"The Human Emperor Hall has appeared, with unfathomable intentions. No one knows its origins," Zi Yuan said warily.

He even suspected that the Human Emperor Hall was an existence from very ancient times.

"Anything else?" Qi Yuan didn't care about the Human Emperor Hall, since it was all his own disguise.

"Recently... a piece of the Outer Heaven from the Ghost Imperial Heaven has connected to a strange land, where a large amount of Black Demon Ancestral Blood was discovered." Mentioning this, Zi Yuan's expression turned grave.

The Outer Heaven was an unknown, unexplored territory.

It also contained many strange lands.

Generally, Yang Spirit cultivators would choose to fight in the Outer Heaven.

The Black Demon Abyss also had its own Outer Heaven. The Great Principle would open up the Outer Heaven, turning it into part of the Six Heavens, which could become the territory of their own faction.

Now, a large amount of Black Demon Ancestral Blood had been discovered in the Outer Heaven of the Ghost Imperial Heaven—this was a major event for the Black Demon Abyss.

"What a coincidence. Could it be a trap?" Qi Yuan asked.

The Black Demon Abyss had just gone to war with the Ghost Imperial Heaven, and now a large amount of Black Demon Ancestral Blood was found in the Ghost Imperial Heaven's Outer Heaven.

"It's an open scheme," Zi Yuan said calmly.

Clearly, the high-ranking members of the Black Demon Abyss also knew this was a plot by the Ghost Imperial Heaven.

They had long gathered a large amount of Black Demon Ancestral Blood, using it now as bait to lure the Black Demon Abyss.

Qi Yuan pondered. "Are you going to seize it?"

He recalled that before leaving the Flower Moon Strange Land, the Black Sword's expression changed upon receiving a message.

Now he thought about it—it must have been about this matter.

"The total amount of Black Demon Ancestral Blood in the world is limited; every drop used is one less.

Now, the Ghost Imperial Heaven has sent two Great Principle cultivators to guard it and corrupt the Black Demon Ancestral Blood. If they succeed... then those nearly ten thousand drops of Black Demon Ancestral Blood... will be wasted." Zi Yuan's voice was filled with pain at the thought.

Qi Yuan took a deep breath. "Nearly ten thousand drops of Black Demon Ancestral Blood—I'm tempted too."

If he could obtain all that Black Demon Ancestral Blood, he was confident that within a year, the *Ancestral Blood Art* would reach the fourteenth layer.

"The time left for us is running short. If within a month we cannot reclaim the Black Demon Ancestral Blood, we will be utterly defiled." Zi Yuan Ancestor spoke, his expression profound. "This time, I shall make my move."

He glanced at the Blood Robe as he spoke.

If not for the Blood Robe's need for vast quantities of Black Demon Ancestral Blood, he would have only a twenty percent chance of stepping into this scheme of Ghost Imperial Heaven.

But now, he willingly chose to join the battle.

Zi Yuan Ancestor then turned to Qi Yuan: "If I meet with misfortune this time and suffer severe injury, you... go immediately to Zi Yuan Tan, who will escort you to the Moon Goddess Palace."

Zi Yuan Tan was one of the few Supreme Yang Gods in Zi Yuan Heaven.

"So serious?" Qi Yuan was astonished.

Zi Yuan Ancestor smiled: "I'm just considering all possibilities. Rest assured, with my strength, unless the Supreme Lord acts personally, no one can keep me here.

Even if the Banner Lord himself makes a move, he can at most wound me; he cannot kill me!"

Zi Yuan Ancestor was brimming with confidence.

The gap within the Great Principle Realm was both vast and narrow.

Those of the same third tier of Great Principle could not even wound him.

The Banner Lord's personal intervention could only injure him.

And the Banner Lord was not so easily provoked.

Thus, in this enemy's scheme, he entered personally, prepared at worst to be wounded.

If it were before, he might have had some concerns.

But now, with the new "Ancestral Blood Art" given by the Blood Robe, he was full of confidence.

Even if injured, he could recover quickly using this technique.

Qi Yuan nodded.

Such grave matters were not something a mere Purple Mansion cultivator like him could meddle in.

Perhaps these Great Principles had already discussed it many times.

"By the way, old man, don't we have a traitor in the Black Demon Abyss? I know who it is—it's Windfall Heavenly Lord." Qi Yuan thought for a moment and shared his discovery with Zi Yuan Ancestor.

"Windfall?" Zi Yuan Ancestor frowned. "Windfall of the Nether Soul Heaven..."

He did not ask how Qi Yuan knew, but fell into contemplation.

"I have taken note of this. For this month, try not to leave. If I am injured, you may go to the Moon Goddess Palace." Zi Yuan Ancestor added another instruction, and his form dissipated in that instant.

Inside the cave dwelling, Qi Yuan looked at the dazed Zi Yuan Great Snow, his expression calm.

It seemed that half a month later, he would have to meddle in this storm—after all, there were nearly ten thousand drops of Black Demon Ancestral Blood.

...

In an unknown place, two divine thoughts whispered in low tones.

"You're really willing to go all out—two thousand drops of Black Demon Ancestral Blood." A vast voice carried surprise.

If Zi Yuan Ancestor were here, he would recognize this as the Nether Soul Heaven's Ancestor.

"As long as the plan succeeds, these two thousand drops of Black Demon Ancestral Blood will return to my hands. What harm is there?" A voice neither male nor female replied.

This time, it was less a scheme of Ghost Imperial Heaven against the Black Demon Abyss, and more... a joint plot between a traitor within the Black Demon Abyss and Ghost Imperial Heaven.

"Who exactly are you? Among us in the Black Demon Abyss, someone who can produce two thousand drops at once... I cannot think of who."

The Nether Soul Heaven Ancestor's eyes showed wariness.

He knew the person before him was an acquaintance, but not their identity.

Being able to produce two thousand drops of Black Demon Ancestral Blood was extremely alarming.

Of course, if not for offering two thousand drops, they could not have faked nearly ten thousand drops, nor deceived the Great Principles of the Black Demon Abyss into acting.

"My identity is not important. What matters is... our goals are both for our own benefit." The androgynous voice was ethereal.

"With the descent of Lin Ya Tui, even we Great Principles must consider our own retreat. Are you sure you won't join me in the Tai Huang Palace?" The Nether Soul Heaven Ancestor probed.

Among the Black Demon Abyss, Nether Soul Heaven had the best relations with Tai Huang Palace.

Nether Soul Heaven was also at war with the Moon Goddess Palace.

"No." The androgynous voice refused.

"Then... I'll take this credit. Zi Yuan Ancestor's... blood—the life of a Great Principle—will raise the curtain for this Lin Ya Tui!" The Nether Soul Heaven Ancestor's voice carried a manic tone.

With the Root Demon Blood, Zi Yuan Ancestor would surely die this time.

"Alas, in every chaotic era, many strong emerge. I wonder when Lin Ya Tui will end." The androgynous voice sighed, its words filled with uncertainty about the future.

The Nether Soul Heaven Ancestor's gaze grew deep: "Speaking of which, what do you think of that Soul Envoy of the Human Emperor Hall?"

"Mysterious, unknown—not a Principle, yet possessing uncanny abilities. Enough to give Ghost Imperial Heaven a headache..." The androgynous voice replied.

The Nether Soul Heaven Ancestor's eyes flashed with killing intent: "Such an unstable element—when Lin Ya Tui begins, he should be slain at the first opportunity!"

The other side fell silent, offering no response.

The Nether Soul Heaven Ancestor continued muttering to himself: "Hmph, he thinks he can lie low, but little does he know... when Lin Ya Tui begins, Tai Huang Palace will patrol the heavens. Every Yang God will have no hiding place.

No matter how deep they hide, they will be exposed!"

Every time Lin Ya Tui began, many Yang Gods tried to evade and avoid it.

Thus, the custom of patrolling the heavens arose.

Even if hidden in strange lands, they could not escape.

Any being with Yang God strength would shine like starlight, known to all under heaven.

Concealing one's power was useless.

The Nether Soul Heaven Ancestor planned to defect to Tai Huang Palace, so he harbored deep malice toward uncertain factors like the Human Emperor Hall.

...

Within the Demon Pass.

Black Sword, clad in a white robe, gazed deeply.

Once, his demeanor had been refined and calm.

But lately, a thick layer of worry hung constantly in his eyes.

"Brother Zi Yuan, tell me... who could be the traitor of the Black Demon Abyss? Is it the Fifth?"

The Fifth referred to the Nether Soul Heaven Ancestor.

Zi Yuan Ancestor's expression was calm: "I do not know. Whoever betrays is none of my concern."

If it were before, the Fifth's betrayal might have angered him.

But after what happened last time, he had lost all hope in his master.

Not long ago, when he mentioned that the Blood Robe would marry the Moon Maiden of the Moon Goddess Palace, he faced opposition from many fellow disciples.

They all said that the Moon God Palace and the Taihuang Palace were hostile, and now the Blood Robe marrying the Moon Maiden was quite unwise.

At that time, Ziyuan Ancestor laid down harsh words.

He must marry her.

If unwilling, he, Ziyuan Tian, would leave the Black Abyss and not implicate it.

Only then was the matter not rejected.

Toward the Black Abyss, Ziyuan Ancestor's feelings grew increasingly faint and disappointed.

Black Sword heard Ziyuan Ancestor's reply, understood his intent, and felt some loss in his heart.

Now the Black Abyss was shattered, full of holes everywhere.

"Besides Old Five, perhaps there are others hidden in the depths. This time we go to Ghost Imperial Heaven to seize the Black Ancestor's blood; we must be extremely careful. If things cannot be done, we may abandon the Black Ancestor's blood at any time," Black Sword said seriously.

He had deep feelings for the Black Abyss and did not wish to see it fall apart.

Ziyuan Ancestor nodded and said nothing more.

At their level, schemes or no schemes were of little use; it all depended on strength.

For example, this time, the other side clearly indicated a scheme, even without proper disguise, but he still had to enter the trap.

As for whether the scheme succeeded, it depended on the combat power of both sides!

At their level, they were all extremely confident and did not think they would suffer a major loss.

A minor loss was no big deal.

(End of this chapter)