Chapter 391: You Sing, I Appear

The moment the gate of the Temple of Sacrifice opened, it was as if the curtain on the stage had slowly been pulled back.

The great play that had been awaited for so long finally began; the characters appeared on stage, and the good show was on!

Even, not just Xie He.

The moment Xie He stabbed out the first knife, a second knife pierced into Lord Wuyou's neck from behind. Then, a third, a fourth...

One by one, allies who didn't know when they had surrounded him stabbed out the weapons in their hands.

Just a moment of daze.

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

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

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

"Wolf-hearted and dog-lunged generation, truly not worth trusting!"

"Didn't Lord Wuyou intend to betray the alliance from the very beginning? Why pretend?" Xie He sighed: "The monarch's heart is hard to fathom; Lord Wuyou is truly not a wise master; we, these consumables, also want to survive."

"Ha."

Lord Wuyou grinned, coughing blood, staring fixedly at those faces: "I want to see, without me, how exactly you intend to enter the Temple of Sacrifice..."

No one answered.

Only, a sigh.

Beside Lord Wuyou, the only surviving subordinate convulsed violently.

Standing dazed, clear seams appeared on his face, ten fingers, and joints; wood grain appeared beneath his skin; until the end, his hollow eyes raised, manifesting a spirit that even the Heavenly Artisan would find hard to reproduce.

Smiling at Lord Wuyou.

"Old thief Wuyou, long time no see?"

"How dare you, Changle brat!"

Lord Wuyou was struck by lightning, furious, unable to believe it, yet at the same time, as if, suddenly realizing.

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

Because there were Tainted ones belonging to the tower's shadow, helping them solve their problems behind the scenes.

Means far beyond Lord Wuyou's attainments had completely broken the shackles of the contract; after there were no more shackles, he finally saw this scene.

Mocking and grinning, overjoyed.

"Sorry, Lord Wuyou; heavenly materials and earthly treasures belong to those with virtue. The Imperial Seal is not something a corpse-guarding person like you can covet."

Changle smiled, glancing at the sky: "Moreover, looking at it now, that Saint seems to no longer need you."

"Sower..."

Lord Wuyou 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 massive reward from him, he actually colluded with this Changle brat in secret, ruining the great cause; the Great Tainted demon is truly not to be trusted!

At this moment, accompanied by the opening of the curtain of betrayal, the subordinates loyal to Lord Wuyou were immediately slaughtered; those who were quick-witted and wanted to jump ship were also mercilessly beheaded.

"Traitorous ministers, what's the use of keeping you?"

Changle's puppet stepped on the pool of blood, looking down disdainfully: "Lord Wuyou, don't worry; I will send them to pave 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 mortal world."

"That bastard-born trash, ultimately lacking in decorum, usurping a royal title, tampering with the orthodoxy... and still babbling about the Yellow Springs. The Empire's glory is eternal; where could such a thing exist?"

Lord Wuyou sighed disdainfully and closed his eyes.

His body suddenly expanded.

Explosion!

Changle's puppet lowered his eyes expressionlessly; the moment the fierce light appeared in his eyes, the expanding and erupting darkness suddenly contracted and dissipated without a trace.

"Tsk..."

Truly cunning; he actually abandoned this shell and ran away.

The usurper's back-up plans are infinite, involving too much, and it is extremely difficult to strangle him.

It's just unexpected that under the erosion of Corroded Scale poison, he could still retain a thread of life... no, perhaps, from the very beginning, he hadn't trusted the so-called help at all?

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

Something Lord Wuyou had been holding in his hand in secret.

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

Fortunately, he backstabbed early; otherwise, who this dagger was meant to clear, that would be hard to say!

After the brief change, the situation changed suddenly.

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

The Master put his hands together and

"Everyone, rest assured. This Duke is not some tyrannical and incompetent fool like Wuyou, so naturally, I will not resort to extermination. Since you all follow the orders of that Saint, you are naturally worthy of trust."

Changle's puppet smiled slightly: "With a fool like Wuyou leading the way for the King, it has just opened up another path. Sorry to have kept you all waiting, but you may enter now."

As he spoke, he waved his hand and flicked his finger.

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

As his voice fell, flashes of light emerged outside the rift, scrambling to dive into it.

The first to arrive was a phantom light resembling mist, radiating bursts of breathy gasps and whispers that made one's face flush and heart race. It gathered, transforming into a peach-colored figure, neither clearly male nor female, yet difficult to distinguish. When it giggled, it was full of charm: "Sorry to have kept Duke Changle waiting."

And amidst the winding blood, a bizarre figure rose, like a ferocious and violent skeleton clad in iron armor. Immediately following, the eye of the storm 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.

From the Tianxin Society, Ether Eye, Rotten Wind, and Wolf Nest, many notorious sin-tainted beings had long been waiting.

But it did not end there...

Changle turned back in shock.

He only heard a horn blast that shook the heavens, as if resounding through the entire universe.

Then, one after another, pitch-black, hundred-foot giant ships broke through the barriers of the Rift Realm, charging in, advancing like a hot knife through butter.

Under the protection of magnificent and eerie flags, ignoring the many crises and hidden dangers, they charged forward, hanging high in the firmament.

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

Giant cannons aimed from afar, locking onto their positions.

Causing everyone's expression to change abruptly.

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

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

At this moment, the face looked down and questioned in a hoarse voice:

"Changle, your presumption of a noble title is one thing, and now that the state is weak, I have no time to bother with it. But to plot to lay hands on the Seal of the State—do you intend to usurp the power of the state?"

That old dog Anguo!

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

could not be suppressed, cold light flashing.

Instantly, he turned back 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 Seal of the State is a matter of great importance. According to the Holy Master's wishes, perfection is naturally the priority."

Naturally, the more people, the better.

To revive the Empire, how could one not let the Empire's Three Dukes reunite and have the Empire's successors 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 Seal of the State is of great importance. You don't intend to monopolize it like that fool Wuyou, do you?"

"Duke Anguo worries too much."

Changle smiled honestly, "For the great plan of restoring the country, we naturally need more plans and means. 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, flags changing, one side finishing their act and another taking the stage; the protagonist changed so fast it was dizzying.

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

On the edge of the city outside the temple, a mangled corpse twitched suddenly in the shadows, and immediately after, its skin color and face changed.

It opened its eyes again.

Lord Wuyou looked up at the scene in the firmament, 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 following right behind his tail.

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

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

As for the changes at this moment...

His expression gradually turned ferocious.

Changle, you brat; Anguo, you old dog!

A bastard-born mongrel and an old dog waiting for the oriole behind—hateful and abominable!

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

Now that the two dogs are fighting, it just creates an opportunity for me to reap the benefits as the fisherman.

It's just...

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

When he turned back in shock, he saw the rift exposed on the floor after the earthquake and collapse, as well as the metallic luster unearthed from beneath the buried 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, lost and unable to find an answer.

Is this... something that was originally in the Rift Realm?

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 ancient tree roots intertwined underground, which had, at some unknown time, encompassed the entire temple and the Rift Realm...

He turned back in horror.

In the distance, amidst the unextinguished flames and thick smoke, the familiar humming sound rang out once again.

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

Digging, searching, confirming positions.

Limbs dug through the soil, burying themselves beneath the stone slabs, disappearing without a trace, like corpses buried in a tomb.

One machine after another, one after another.

Attaching and lodging themselves onto the entire system of the temple, like ivy and mistletoe, strips of spiritual quality circuits wound wantonly.

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

Growing silently.