Chapter 382: You Sing and I Appear

The moment the gate of the sacrificial temple opened, it was as if the curtain on the stage was slowly pulled open.

The long-awaited big show finally opened, the characters appeared on the stage, and the good show began!

Even, not just Xie He.

The moment Xie He stabbed the first knife, the second knife pierced into Wuyou Gong’s neck from behind. Then, the third, the fourth...

One by one, the allies who had been circling around for I don't know how long, stabbed the weapons in their hands fiercely.

Just a moment of daze.

But... why did this daze come so suddenly?

The moment he realized, Wuyou Gong raised his head and looked at the old monk chanting scriptures with lowered eyes outside the crowd.

Then, he couldn't help but laugh in anger.

"A wolf-hearted person, indeed not worth trusting!"

"Didn't Wuyou Gong intend to break the alliance from the beginning? Why pretend to be hypocritical?" Xie He sighed: "The heart of the monarch is hard to measure; Wuyou Gong is not a wise master, and we, these consumables, also want to survive."

"Ha."

Wuyou Gong grinned, vomiting blood amidst coughing, staring dead at those faces: "I want to see, without me, how exactly you are going to enter the sacrificial temple..."

No one answered.

Only, a light sigh.

Beside Wuyou Gong, the only surviving subordinate convulsed violently.

Standing dazed, on his face, fingers, and joints, clear seams suddenly emerged, wood grain appeared beneath the skin, and finally, the hollow eyes raised, manifesting a spirit that even the Heavenly Craftsman could hardly reproduce.

Toward Wuyou Gong, grinning.

"Wuyou old thief, long time no see?"

"How dare Changle brat do this!"

Wuyou Gong was struck by lightning, furious, unbelievable, but at the same time, as if, suddenly realized.

No wonder this bunch of evil outsiders dared to blatantly violate the contract without incurring the absolute punishment of the tower...

Because there were other Sin-Afflicted belonging to the tower’s shadow, helping them solve problems behind their backs.

Means far beyond Wuyou Gong’s attainments had completely untied the constraints of the contract. After there were no more shackles, he finally saw this scene before him.

Mocking and grinning, happy to the point of not being able to stop.

"Sorry, Wuyou Gong, treasures belong to those with virtue. The Imperial Seal is not something a corpse-guarding person like you can covet."

Changle’s puppet smiled, glancing at the sky: "Besides, now it seems that that Saint doesn't seem to need you anymore."

"Sower..."

Wuyou Gong gritted his teeth, roaring in fury.

By now, how could Wuyou not understand who was pushing the waves behind the scenes...

After collecting such a huge reward from himself, he actually colluded with this Changle brat in secret, ruining the great cause. The Great Sin Demon is indeed not to be trusted!

At this moment, accompanied by the pulling open of the curtain of betrayal, the subordinates loyal to Wuyou Gong were immediately strangled, and those who were quick-witted and wanted to jump ship were also mercilessly beheaded.

"Traitorous ministers, what’s the use of keeping them?"

Changle’s puppet stepped on the pool of blood, looking down disdainfully: "Wuyou Gong, don't worry, I will send them to open the way for you first. The road to the Yellow Springs will definitely be easy to walk, no need to worry about the disturbances of the world."

"The product of a lowly maid, ultimately lacking in decorum, usurping a royal title and stealing the orthodoxy... still babbling about the Yellow Springs in their mouth. The Empire’s glory is eternal; where could such a thing exist?"

Wuyou Gong sighed disdainfully and closed his eyes.

The body suddenly expanded.

Explosion!

Changle’s puppet looked down expressionlessly, and the moment the expanding darkness was about to explode, it suddenly contracted and dissipated without a trace.

"Tsk..."

As expected of a cunning old fox, he actually abandoned this shell and ran away.

The usurper’s backhands are endless, involving too much, and it is indeed difficult to strangle.

Just didn't expect that under the erosion of the Corroded Scale poison, he could still retain a line of life... No, perhaps, from the beginning, he didn't trust the so-called help at all?

Beneath the broken black robe, a dagger that made one’s scalp tingle fell out.

The thing Wuyou Gong was holding in his hand in secret.

At this moment, Xie He’s expression was gloomy, and after glancing at it, the corners of his eyes jumped wildly...

Fortunately, he backstabbed early; otherwise, heaven knows who this dagger was meant to clean up!

After a brief change, the situation changed suddenly.

Everyone looked at the puppet possessed by Changle, their expressions clearly respectful.

The Master’s hands were folded, lowering his head and asking: "Wuyou Gong exhausted his schemes, was clever but mistaken by his cleverness, didn't know the number of days, and sought his own death. Now the Great Integration should belong to Changle Gong. Just next, what arrangements are there?"

"Everyone, rest assured, I am not a violent and incompetent person like Wuyou. Naturally, I won't kill them all. Since everyone follows the orders of that Saint, it is naturally worth trusting."

Changle’s puppet smiled slightly: "With that stupid Wuyou opening another path, it’s just right for everyone to have waited a long time, and now you can come in."

Saying that, he flicked his finger.

In an instant, a light track appeared from the storm within the Rift Realm, marking a path.

As soon as his voice fell, outside the rift, flashes appeared, scrambling to throw themselves into

First to arrive was a patch of illusory light like mist, from which emanated waves of panting and murmurs that made one’s face flush and heart race; it gathered and transformed into a peach-colored figure, neither clearly male nor female, yet hard to distinguish. When it giggled, it was full of endless charm: "Sorry to have kept you waiting, Duke Changle."

And amidst the winding blood, a bizarre figure rose, like a ferocious and violent skeleton clad in iron armor. Immediately after, a wind eye intertwined and appeared out of thin air, and several gaunt figures walked out from it, bowing respectfully.

Beside Xie He, another bizarre figure, existing between presence and absence, appeared without a word.

Among the many organizations like the Heaven Heart Society, Blood Eye, Rotten Wind, and Wolf Nest, the notorious "Sin-Affected" had long been waiting.

But it was not over yet...

Changle turned his head in astonishment.

Only a horn blast that shook the heavens was heard, as if it resonated throughout the universe.

Then, one after another, pitch-black, hundred-foot giant ships broke through the barriers of the Rift Realm, charging in, pushing forward with irresistible force.

Under the protection of grand and bizarre banners, ignoring the many crises and hidden dangers, they pushed forward with irresistible force, hanging high above the firmament.

The black sails of the sixteen giant ships were raised, as if blotting out the sun and sealing the sky.

The heavy cannons aimed from afar, locking onto their positions.

It made everyone’s expression change abruptly.

Then, amidst the various black sails, the clouds shifted and intertwined into a blurred, aged face, looking down.

Just like Changle, using countless warships as fulcrums, it had manifested!

At this moment, from the face looking down, a hoarse voice questioned:

"Changle, your presumptuous use of titles is one thing; now that the state is weak, I have no time to bother with it. But to plot to lay hands on the Imperial Seal—could it be that you want to usurp the power of the state?"

That old dog Anguo!

Changle’s puppet remained expressionless, but the darkness and fury in its eyes

could not be suppressed, and cold light shot forth.

Instantly, he turned his head in realization, looking at Xie He, who stood in the distance as if it were none of his business.

Xie He still stood with his hands bound, showing no reaction.

Sensing his gaze, the rotting face beneath the bandages seemed to smile slightly.

"Duke Changle misunderstands," he said regretfully. "The Imperial Seal is a matter of great importance; according to the Holy Master’s wishes, it is naturally best to be absolutely sure."

That naturally meant the more people, the better.

To revive the Empire, how could one not have the Empire’s three dukes reunite and let the Empire’s inheritors decide the winner?

The loser eats dust, the winner takes all; then, the orthodoxy will naturally be in hand.

At this moment, Anguo’s cold voice came from the sky full of warships: "Changle, the Imperial Seal is of great consequence; you wouldn't be planning to monopolize it like that idiot Wuyou, would you?"

"Duke Anguo is overthinking."

Changle smiled honestly. "For the great plan of restoring the nation, we naturally need more plans and methods. Now that the obstacles have been cleared, we are just lacking a pillar of the state as experienced and steady as Duke Anguo to preside over the big picture."

In less than a few short minutes, the entire Rift Realm was surging with wind and clouds, banners changed, one act ended and another began; the protagonists changed so fast it was dizzying.

Just as Changle and Anguo were deadlocked and probing each other, someone was already biting their teeth to pieces!

At the edge of the city outside the temple, a mangled corpse twitched violently in the shadows, and then, the skin color and face of the body changed.

He opened his eyes again.

Duke Wuyou looked up at the scene in the sky, his eyes bloodshot.

After racking his brains and calculating every move, he never expected that the opponent he had been guarding against day and night was actually right behind his back.

Exhausting his efforts and sacrificing so much, only to make wedding clothes for others.

Fortunately, he had also made preparations and had many heavy treasures in hand, so he hadn't fallen short of success.

As for the changes at this moment...

His expression gradually turned ferocious.

Changle, that brat; Anguo, that old dog!

One, the spawn of a lowly maid; the other, an old dog waiting for the oriole to finish, hateful and detestable!

Thinking themselves clever, aren't they still going to pave the way for me obediently? The accumulation and planning of the Wuyou lineage for hundreds of years, is it really that simple? The Jade Edict is still in my hands; I want to see how you open the seal box...

Now, letting the two dogs fight is just the right opportunity for me to reap the benefits as the fisherman.

Only...

Withdrawing from the chaotic situation to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, he had a bit of spare time. While watching coldly, his footsteps suddenly stumbled for a moment, and he nearly tripped.

When he turned his head in astonishment, he saw the fissures exposed on the floor after the earthquake and collapse, and the metallic luster unearthed from beneath the soil.

A color like brass flowed.

So exquisite.

Yet it was completely out of place with the style of the Eternal Empire era.

He stood frozen in place, subconsciously bending down, only to see the traces of digging and soil disturbance on the ground; in his confusion, he could not find the answer.

This... was this something that existed in the Rift Realm originally?

What on earth is this?

Cold sweat inexplicably seeped from Wuyou’s forehead.

When he reached out to touch the metal exposed on the ground, what he felt was a vast network, like an ancient tree with roots intertwined underground, which had, at some unknown time, encompassed the entire temple and the Rift Realm...

He turned his head in horror.

In the distance, amidst the unextinguished fire and thick smoke, the familiar humming started again.

Between the rolling smoke and the city, one after another, activated, bizarre machines grew sharp, spider-like long legs, nimbly wandering throughout the ruins.

Digging, searching, confirming locations.

One limb after another dug through the soil, burying itself beneath the stone slabs, disappearing without a trace, like corpses buried in a tomb.

One machine after another, one after another.

Attaching and relying on the entire system of the temple, like ivy and mistletoe, spiritual circuits wound wantonly.

Just like that, they took root and became one with the entire Rift Realm.

Growing silently.