Chapter 147

The flowing light like water emerged from the void, revolving ceaselessly around the pitch-black imprint of the Yuanshen (primordial spirit).

But unlike any previous time, this Yuanshen imprint, though revolving and trembling, showed no sign of dissolving.

"As expected, with my current cultivation of 'Entering the Dream of the Great Thousand,' I still cannot break the imprint of a Saint..."

Gazing at the Yuanshen imprint that seemed unshakeable, An Qisheng's eyes flickered slightly, but he wasn't surprised. With a thought, he had already communicated with the Daoyi Diagram.

Whoosh!

The dim void brightened for a moment. In the imperceptible details, Dao energy burned fiercely like a fire.

Buzz!

As if only an instant had passed, various messages flowed down before An Qisheng's eyes.

And the first thing that caught his eye was the astonishing consumption of peeking into the imprint.

Consuming Dao Energy... 919 million (Tianxin (Heavenly Heart) Imprint shielded, tenfold consumption)]

Nearly a billion Dao energy!

This was the most Dao energy An Qisheng had consumed since obtaining the Daoyi Diagram.

But his brow furrowed slightly. This number exceeded his expectations, but not by too much, but rather...

"Too little..."

An Qisheng murmured in his heart.

Over the decades, he had collected the cultivation methods and scriptures of 90% of the sects in Da Zhou, accumulating a huge amount of Dao energy.

It was all in preparation for peeking into the six Saints of this world.

Before, he still had some worries, concerned that the Dao energy he had prepared would not be enough to peek into the Great自在天魔主 (Great Freely Heaven Demon Lord).

Because deducing Yang Jian's Dao energy had already reached 30 million.

The Dao energy consumed at this time was indeed close to one billion, but without the so-called 'Tianxin Imprint' barrier, it would not exceed 100 million!

The gap between them was indeed huge, but it didn't seem to have the qualitative change he had imagined...

"Is it the Tianxin Imprint? That so-called Saintly Throne?"

Recalling everything he had seen in the Outer Heavens, An Qisheng had a flash of insight in his heart. With a thought, he looked at the remaining information.

Great自在天魔主 (Great Freely Heaven Demon Lord)]

Fate Trajectory: Born in the Imperial Heaven Realm, on the shores of the Evil Blood Sea, initially a demon child, muddled and ignorant, not free from the mundane, later obtaining a strange object from beyond the heavens..., thus rising up, slaughtering through hundreds of millions of miles of blood sea, beheading the Son of the Blood Sea, ascending to the peak of the Blood Sea...]

...In the Demon Heaven War, he comprehended the Heavenly Heart, calling himself the Great自在天魔主 (Great Freely Heaven Demon Lord).]

Evaluation: Reigning as King of the boundless Demon Realm, Lord of the滔滔 (surging) Blood Sea. Dominated one realm as supreme, Dao penetrates heaven and earth as ancestor! Great success of Transcending into Sanctity, combined with the Heavenly Heart of one realm, can be called Dao Extreme (False) Six Star Grade]

False?

False!

Endless information flowed past, but An Qisheng's attention was completely drawn to that single word.

"False?!"

An Qisheng let out a breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, before pondering over what was contained in this information.

This "false" was not about truth or falsehood, but rather the meaning of "borrowing" or "in name only."

Recalling the two times he had glimpsed the conversation between the Starry Sky Tower Master and the Six Saints in the Outer Heavens, a great realization suddenly arose in his heart.

It was as if a window screen had been pierced, giving him a sense of sudden clarity.

Why had the battle between the Starry Sky Tower Master and the Six Saints lasted so long?

Why could the Starry Sky Tower Master not enter, and the Six Saints not leave?

Why would a Dao Extreme realm battle eventually involve the sentient beings of the Imperial Heaven Realm...?

"So that's it, so that's it..."

An Qisheng's eyes lit up, feeling that the fog in his mind had completely dissipated, and he had completely seen the deepest hidden secret of this world, which even the near-Saint White Emperor could not see.

From the Age of Chaos until now, the struggles of countless epochs, everything that seemed unreasonable, seemed to have an explanation.

Why did the Saints spread the Dao?

And why the 'destruction' and 'harvesting' of one epoch after another.

Although there was indeed hatred between them, their real purpose was...

"To turn the false into reality!"

......

"The White Emperor is dead!"

A calm voice came from the void.

"What?! Who?!"

Candle Dragon was startled, then remembered something. His body trembled as he bowed deeply: "Red, Red Emperor Divine Lord..."

"Heh, it's rare that you still remember this Divine Lord."

A bland and icy voice came from the red clouds that loomed in the void.

"Divine Lord, please discern..."

Candle Dragon's heart trembled wildly, and beads of sweat dripped to the ground: "Divine Lord, this little god, was also forced..."

"Under the Phoenix Sovereign's 断涅 (Broken Nirvana) Sacred Flame, this god should have had no chance of survival. Your surrender to the White Emperor can't be considered anything..."

The red clouds loomed, seeming to disappear at any moment. The Red Emperor's eyes were deep and dark, and his words were bland, as if he didn't care.

In fact, the Divine Dao had always been about hierarchy and respect. So-called loyalty naturally did not exist.

Changing flags and banners had always been the norm.

"Thank you, Divine Lord."

Candle Dragon felt relieved, but looked incredulously at Shouyang Mountain in the distance: "The White Emperor has fallen, could it be?"

He was extremely shocked.

The aura that erupted above the sky before had startled him, but he had only thought that the White Emperor was fighting someone remotely.

How could he have imagined that the White Emperor would fall so lightly?

But he obviously would not doubt the Red Emperor's words. For a time, his expression was extremely complex, with fear mixed with doubt and trepidation.

"That's right."

The Red Emperor nodded slightly, looked through the void at Shouyang Mountain, and said lightly: "Candle Dragon, send this thing to Shouyang Mountain."

"What?"

Candle Dragon looked up and saw a four-colored interwoven decree slowly drifting down in the void.

"Red, Azure, Black, Gold!"

Candle Dragon's heart trembled. A decree jointly issued by the Four Emperors, could it be a declaration of war?

At this thought, he wanted to refuse, but before he could open his mouth, the Red Emperor's voice came again: "Don't disappoint me."

"Divine Lord!"

Candle Dragon's face changed several times, but he gritted his teeth and reached out to take the decree. He glanced at it subconsciously, and his eyes widened instantly, his tongue tied:

"Recruit, recruit? How, how is that possible?!"

Looking at the decree, Candle Dragon's heart was in a mess, unable to digest it for a while. He wanted to beg, but where was there half a trace of the Red Emperor's aura in the void?

"Recruit?"

Looking at Shouyang Mountain again, Candle Dragon's head was as big as a bucket, extremely frightened.

He didn't know how the White Emperor had fallen, but a being who could kill the White Emperor silently wouldn't find it any more difficult to kill him than killing a chicken.

Could such a being be recruited?!

Since ancient times, recruitment had always been the strong recruiting the weak. That one could kill the White Emperor, and his cultivation was probably still above the Four Emperors...

"Trouble, big trouble..."

Candle Dragon held the hot potato decree, standing in place for a long time, before finally sighing and turning to head towards Shouyang Mountain.

The immortality of the gods all relied on the Divine Dao. For him, offending the Four Divine Emperors was much scarier than death...

But even so, he was still unwilling ten thousand times over.

The short distance of a little over a thousand miles took him half a cup of tea to walk, before he reached the foot of the mountain.

"Hoo!"

Candle Dragon was full of worries, his face heavy. After hesitating again and again, he finally climbed up the steps.

The mountain road was not long, but he walked very slowly, like a prisoner heading to the execution ground, feeling that every step was a great torment.

But to his surprise, as soon as he reached the top of the mountain, a blue-skinned little monster, all crystal clear, like a demon and a monster, had already come to meet him.

The little monster was dressed strangely. Seeing him coming up the mountain, he put one hand on his chest and the other behind his back, performing a very strange salute:

"The guest from afar, I have been waiting for a long time."

"You are..."

Candle Dragon looked at the little monster, and suddenly thought of the Red Child Diamond who had forcibly taken his 'Candlelight Illumination' divine power before.

The two were clearly not very similar, and could even be said to be completely different, but he had a strong sense of déjà vu in his heart.

"A cultivator playing in the mortal world, a seeker of Dao on the path of truth... Under Hong Xuan Dao Ren, the Three Hearts Blue Spirit Child."

The Blue Spirit Child was also looking at the 'god' in front of him. Hearing this, he replied in a chanting tone.

"Blue Spirit Child..."

Candle Dragon's eyes flashed, and he also saluted, saying: "I am Candle Dragon Walker under the Red Emperor of the Imperial Heaven Court, by the Divine Emperor's decree, to send a decree to Hong Xuan Dao Chang, for important matters to discuss..."

Candle Dragon breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Being able to send someone out to greet him, perhaps, the result was not so bad?

"Please come in."

The Blue Spirit Child turned to lead the way.

Candle Dragon was looking at Shouyang Mountain, but no matter how he looked at it, there was nothing strange about this mountain. Not to mention the ordinary scenery, the spiritual energy was also extremely thin.

Such a place, not to mention a supreme being like Hong Xuan Dao Ren, even an ordinary cultivator might not look up to it, right?

As his thoughts turned, he had already arrived in the Taoist temple, and saw the Nan Zhan Supreme Being, Hong Xuan Dao Ren, who was suspected of killing the White Emperor.

"Hong Xuan Dao Ren..."

Candle Dragon's heart shuddered, both shocked and strange.

Because he couldn't sense any cultivation from this Taoist at all, but he had a sense of being on the edge of a deep abyss, standing under the dome of heaven.

He had never had this feeling before, but his intuition told him that the person in front of him was extremely dangerous.

As his thoughts turned, he dared not neglect, and hurriedly saluted: "Candle Dragon pays respects to the Supreme Being!"

"Hoo!"

Under the old tree, An Qisheng was still closing his eyes to adjust his breath. After Candle Dragon saluted, he slowly opened his eyes.

He glanced faintly at the red light that flashed and disappeared in the distant void, before falling on Candle Dragon:

"These four are very cautious."

Compared to the White Emperor, these four surprised him even more, not because they were stronger, but because they were more cautious.

Not only did their true bodies not appear, but even their avatars were hidden in the void, making them elusive.

Buzz!

Before Candle Dragon could open his mouth, the four-colored decree had already risen into the air and landed on An Qisheng's open palm.

The Blue Spirit Child stood to the side, glanced curiously, and exclaimed in surprise: "Recruit?!"

It was extremely surprised.

And its howl made Candle Dragon shudder, almost running away.

Seeing that Hong Xuan Dao Ren was looking at the decree and pondering in silence, he hardened his scalp and plucked up his courage to say:

"Dao Chang, the Four Divine Lords are sincerely inviting you. With your cultivation, you should have become a god and an ancestor long ago, even being on par with the several Divine Emperors is not impossible..."

Hoo!

The voice stopped abruptly.

Seeing the decree suddenly burn, Candle Dragon felt a chill in his heart, and subconsciously took two steps back, almost fleeing.

But he saw that the four colors on the decree faded, turning into a deep purple.

"It is better to be still than to move, recruitment is better than killing. Since you have this awareness, this Daoist will naturally not kill you all... If you are willing to surrender before my seat, then..."

Woodenly receiving the purple decree, Candle Dragon looked up blankly. Under the old tree, the Daoist had closed his eyes again, his tone indifferent and calm, but spreading far and wide:

"On the Investiture of the Gods, there will naturally be your names!"