Chapter 387: Heavenly treasures are occupied by those with virtue

Honestly, it was a good show of dogs biting dogs.

Watching the remnants and relics left behind by the former Eternal Empire tearing and biting each other in front of him, the ugly state of life-and-death was truly pleasing to the eye and made people happy.

This trip was not in vain!

The most beautiful part of drama is not in its story, nor in whether it has a beautiful perfect ending or a miserable state of dying without a whole corpse.

Its most beautiful part is that all this has nothing to do with oneself.

Whether it is a love of a city or an irreconcilable hatred, those are other people’s stories and have nothing to do with oneself. You don’t have to worry about how the protagonist will avenge his blood feud, or whether the prince and princess need a school district house after marriage.

You can choose the most suitable position in the audience to watch, laugh at the wind and clouds, life and death, without worrying about the blood and tears on the stage splashing on yourself.

And the moment you actively jump onto the stage, everything is not so beautiful.

Especially when you realize that there are I don’t know how many people watching and appreciating under the stage, it is even worse.

Ji Jue didn’t want to show his face at all.

Even, in the original expectation, the best result was that this matter had nothing to do with him from beginning to end. He sat quietly in the best viewing position he had built, watched this show, waited for the real protagonist to appear... and then picked up his tools, and blew his head off!

Screw the Imperial Seal.

He didn’t care at all.

Until, Ji Jue was in the best viewing position he had specially built, admiring Wuyou backstabbing Changle, and picking up the box... The box was indeed good, the blockade was rigorous, the rules were thorough, and it echoed with the entire sacrificial temple, inside and out. If there was any slight touch, it would definitely lead to the backlash and suppression of the entire Rift Realm.

If it were not opened through special methods, it would be sealed forever, isolating inside and outside.

It was indeed a good thing.

But it was too good.

Without it, Ji Jue wouldn’t have been able to see such a good show.

This interest in watching lasted until he suddenly found that something seemed wrong...

On this box with exquisite workmanship, exquisite and solemn, there seemed to be, maybe, perhaps, a trace beyond expectation.

"..."

In that instant, Ji Jue’s brows furrowed, and he subconsciously leaned closer.

He could feel that the fine Laws of Heavenly Origin, the intricate spiritual quality circuits that moved the whole body with a single hair, and the sequence that was almost perfect, still had a scratch that was almost non-existent.

It was as if it were a fragmented mark left after picking a lock.

He could almost imagine how the other party used exquisite skills and tools to deceive the inspection of the sacrificial temple and the verification on the box, as if taking things from the air, taking away the things inside without triggering any backlash from the sacrificial temple.

Finally, he waved his sleeves and floated away without looking back.

Flowing clouds and water, without any stagnation.

It can be said that if it weren’t for Ji Jue’s preconceived notions, even he would find it extremely difficult to detect that tiny trace, and even if it were placed under a magnifying glass, it would be extremely difficult to distinguish.

Because what the other party used was the only thing in the whole world today, strictly speaking, that only two people know, two people understand, and two people completely control the essence of...

———Dissociation Technique!!!

Thus, the moment the box opened, Ji Jue didn’t hesitate and took action!

No longer caring about catalysis, no longer caring about watching, screw the long line to catch the big fish, screw the bait.

At this very moment, besides confusion, shock, and stunnedness, his brain was left with only the instinctive, flowing...

Surprise attack!

Should have thought of it!

The authority of the Sword Craftsman is supreme, but the authority of the Sword Craftsman does not come from himself. The Hanxiang Mirror can enter and exit at will, but the Hanxiang Mirror never belonged only to himself.

This also means that if he can enter, others can definitely enter, and they will only enter earlier, faster, and more conveniently!

What’s more, there is the slash left by the Ye family’s ancestors on the giant snake skull under the sacrificial temple.

When the dissociation technique mark on the box was like the last piece of a puzzle, embedded in the confusion, and the conclusion was reached, he no longer cared and erupted suddenly!

Can’t let that old thing Wuyou scream, can’t leave any clues, and can’t let everyone know what exactly happened!

The Imperial Seal must be in the box!

There must be the Imperial Seal in the box!

Absolutely cannot leave any clues and risks!

Otherwise...

Snap!

Ji Jue didn’t hesitate, pierced through Duke Wuyou’s heart, and crushed his heart.

And then, in the shocked and astonished eyes of everyone inside and outside the Rift Realm, he snatched the empty jade box.

The fierce demon in the flames laughed at the sky.

Duke Wuyou’s body suddenly burst.

Like liquefied darkness, wriggling in horror, retreating, and regrouping into that twisted and terrified face, but the gap in his chest could not be bridged at all.

It still remained that penetrating big hole.

At this moment, when he looked back and saw that bizarre figure shrouded in flames, he felt inexplicably familiar, but it was hard to say. There were too many changes, too many accidents, so much so that, in the constantly rising and falling and changing situation, he was almost completely crazy.

"You... you... you exactly..."

Ji Jue turned a deaf ear, just lowering his eyes to stare at the box in his hand, sighing sincerely.

"What a good show."

The Rift Realm was silent. At this moment, inside and outside the sacrificial temple, I don’t know how many gazes peered in, looking at the changes within, and even the figure walking out step by step.

Shock, confusion, suspicion, stunnedness...

Unbelievable.

Who exactly is that?

In that instant, in the brief dead silence, Ji Jue was speechless, just, unfolding his hands again.

Behind his back, darkness rose from the ground.

The incomplete high tower was rapidly reviving, growing, and one wailing face after another appeared on the Tower of Darkness again, like rebirth.

?￠O

Resurrected again!

Infinite black lines expanded suddenly, covering everything again, making the firmament an iron curtain. Visible ripples spread, shrouding the sacrificial temple, making countless broken bricks and tiles rise again, returning to their original appearance.

In the blink of an eye, everything that had fallen apart converged again.

Right in the hands of that burning shadow!

And then, black lines intertwined, covering his body, turning into a cold and majestic robe. On the robe, the emblem of the Evil-Transforming Cult appeared again, looking down indifferently at the phenomena before his eyes.

"Eating without working, old dog guarding the corpse."

"Stealing the title of King, jumping clown."

"Plus you, this wine bag and rice bag, incompetent person..."

Ji Jue looked around, glancing at the wreckage of the warships and the fragments of the puppets, and finally looked at the stunned Duke Wuyou: "It is rare for friends from all sides to gather together, Lu came from ten thousand miles away, but unfortunately, in the leftovers of the former Eternal Empire, there is only such a joke left, which is truly... disappointing!"

"Presumptuous!"

Duke Wuyou was furious, the Tiger Talisman seed shook violently, darkness erupted,

sweeping over.

But immediately, it was suppressed by the Tower of Darkness, easily.

Stalled in mid-air.

As if frozen.

"Did I let you speak?"

Ji Jue lowered his eyes, flicking his fingers contemptuously.

Instantly, Duke Wuyou flew backward.

Smashing through I don’t know how many walls and buildings, pavilions and towers, plowing a deep trench on the earth, smashing into the ruins, vomiting blood.

Looking up in shock, his pupils contracted.

Before he could speak, he saw that bizarre figure shrouded in strange flames stretching out his hand toward him, gripping the void.

BOOM!

Peerless power appeared again, grabbing his neck and pulling him back!

That familiar rhythm, and even the power that made the Rift Realm resonate, and even shook the shadow of the tower above the firmament—exactly... exactly is...

His pupils contracted rapidly, just like a needle hole.

Unbelievable.

Looking at Ji Jue’s hand, the box that was shaking non-stop.

Couldn’t help it, breaking into a cold sweat, screaming out.

"No, impossible... I... I saw it with my own eyes... how could you..."

In that instant, the screaming sound stopped abruptly.

Right before his eyes, the box opened again.

Intense light sprayed out!

When Ji Jue reached in, in an instant, non-attack operated, ruthlessly scraping a layer off the box, gathering out of thin air, recreating, reconstructing, turning into the appearance of an ancient seal.

Appearing in front of Duke Wuyou.

Wisps of phantom light flowed, rising, reflecting in the sky, forming the phantom light that was exactly the same as before.

———【Eternally Solid, Heavenly Mandate, Constant for Ten Thousand Generations】!

This is the unique, Emperor’s authority!

Accompanied by the activation of the Sword Craftsman authority and the Imperial Hand permission, the Rift Realm rang, the sacrificial temple shook, and countless Laws of Heavenly Origin instantly changed, reconstructed, and even the shadow of the tower in the sky seemed to shake again.

Just a flash of manifestation, the ancient and vast majestic aura rushed toward his face, as if a halo shrouded Ji Jue’s body.

All things surrendered, worshipping piously!

Undoubtedly, that is the Imperial Seal!

Truly, the vessel of Supreme Good and Great Calamity. The manifestation of the weight of Heavenly Origin and the cruelty of the Tower on earth!

But immediately after, in the gaze of countless scorching eyes, that group of phantom light was slowly lifted by Ji Jue, opened his mouth, and easily swallowed it into his abdomen!

And that box had already been thrown on the ground, the gap cracked, no more magic, erasing all the traces left by the dissociation technique, and no one cared anymore...

No one will doubt it again.

At this very moment, every pair of eyes saw it clearly, clearly

and plainly.

The Imperial Seal is here!

From now on, it is the possession of Lu Changsheng, the sacrificial master and saint of our Evil-Transforming Cult, the generation of human calamity who rebuilt Quancheng!

Only Duke Wuyou was stunned, his eyes splitting, covered with bloodshot eyes.

Fundamentally, he didn’t dare to believe what had happened.

Clearly there was nothing in the box!

He saw it clearly!

But now, even he himself began to doubt, did he really see it wrong? Otherwise, how could the Imperial Seal fly away?

It couldn’t be that the box was really empty, right?

"As the saying goes, heavenly treasures are occupied by those with virtue, why does Duke Wuyou have to force it?"

Ji Jue laughed at the sky, standing with his hands behind his back: "Since the Imperial Seal recognizes me as its master, it can be seen that the Heavenly Mandate is with me, with our Evil-Transforming Cult, no, the Evil-Transforming Holy Dynasty!

It is Heaven that wants to help me, transform evil into good!

I want to ask you one thing————"

The demon in the flames grinned, lowering his eyes to probe:

"————Since you see the Supreme, why don’t you worship?"

Snap!

There was a sound of breaking.

Accompanied by Ji Jue’s words, the Tower of Darkness roared and shook, infinite gravity appeared in an instant, descending on Duke Wuyou.

Crushing his legs, yielding his spine, ravaging his nerves, suppressing his soul.

Making him twitch, struggling in vain, but his body bent down bit by bit. Amidst his roaring and cursing, gradually, his knees touched the bottom.

As if, paying a grand salute.

Kowtowing piously.

Toward the throne, prostrating, having an audience with the Emperor!