Chapter 396

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

Watching the remnants and relics left behind by the Eternal Empire of the past tearing and biting each other before his eyes, the ugly state of fighting to the death was truly pleasing to the eye and made one happy.

This trip was truly 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 story that topples 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, laughing at the wind and clouds, fighting to the death, without worrying about the blood and tears on the stage splashing on yourself at all.

And the moment you take the initiative to jump onto the stage, everything is not so beautiful anymore.

Especially when you realize that there are who knows 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 from beginning to end, this matter had nothing to do with him. He quietly sat in the best viewing position he had built, waiting 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, appreciating 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 as one. If there was the slightest touch, it would definitely invite the backlash and suppression of the entire Rift Realm.

If it was not opened through a special method, 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 continued until he suddenly found that something seemed wrong...

On this box, which was exquisite in workmanship and exquisite and solemn, there seemed to be, perhaps, maybe, 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 Tian Tian Yuan, the intricate spiritual quality circuits that affected the whole body with one move, and the almost perfect sequence, still had a scratch that was almost non-existent.

It was as if it were a rare, broken mark left behind after picking a lock.

He could almost imagine how the other party used exquisite skills and tools to deceive the verification 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, waving his sleeves, drifting away without looking back.

Smooth and flowing, without any stagnation.

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

Because what the other party used was the only one in the whole world, strictly speaking, only two people knew, two people understood, and two people completely mastered its essence...

——Dissociation Technique!!!

Thus, right at the moment the box opened, Ji Jue took action without a second thought!

No longer caring about catalysis, no longer caring about watching, screw the long-line fishing for big fish, screw the nesting.

At this very moment, besides confusion, shock, and sluggishness, his brain was filled with nothing but the instinctive, smooth, and flowing...

Surprise attack!

Should have thought of it!

The authority of the Sword Artisan is supreme, but the authority of the Sword Artisan 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!

Not to mention, beneath the sacrificial temple, there was that slash left behind by the Ye family's ancestors on the giant snake skull.

When the trace of the dissociation technique on the box became like the last piece of a puzzle, embedded in the maze, and the conclusion was reached, he no longer had any scruples and suddenly erupted!

Cannot let that old thing Wuyou make a sound, cannot leave any clues, and cannot 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 pierced Wuyou's back without a second thought, squeezing his heart to pieces.

Immediately after, 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.

Wuyou's body exploded suddenly.

Resembling liquefied darkness, it wriggled in terror, retreated, and gathered again into that distorted and terrified face, but the hole in his chest could not be healed at all.

It still remained that penetrating giant hole.

At this moment, when he looked back and saw that strange silhouette 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 constant rising and falling and changing situation, he was almost completely insane.

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

Ji Jue ignored him, just looking down at the box in his hand, sighing sincerely.

"What a good show."

The Rift Realm fell silent. At this moment, inside and outside the sacrificial temple, who knew how many gazes probed in astonishment, looking at the changes within, and even the silhouette that walked out step by step.

Shock, confusion, suspicion, sluggishness...

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 countless weeping faces emerged on the Tower of Darkness again, resembling rebirth.

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Revived again!

Infinite black lines expanded suddenly, covering everything again, making the firmament a curtain of iron. 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 gathered again.

Right in the hands of that burning shadow!

Immediately after, black lines intertwined, shrouding his body, turning into a solemn and cold 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."

"Usurping the royal title, jumping clown."

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

Ji Jue looked around, glancing at the wreckage of the warships and the fragments of the puppets, finally looking at the sluggish Lord Wuyou: "It is rare for friends from all sides to gather and stage a good show, but I, Lu, came from ten thousand miles away. Unfortunately, in the leftovers of the Eternal Empire of the past, there are only such jokes left, which is truly... disappointing!"

"Presumptuous!"

Lord Wuyou was furious, the Tiger Talisman Seed shook violently, darkness erupted,

sweeping over.

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

Stalling in mid-air.

As if frozen.

"Did I let you speak?"

Ji Jue looked down, flicking his fingers contemptuously.

Instantly, Lord Wuyou flew backward.

Smashing through who knew how many walls and buildings, pavilions and towers, plowing a deep trench on the earth, smashing into the ruins, vomiting blood.

Lifting his head in shock, his pupils contracted.

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

Boom!

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

That familiar rhythm, and even the power that made the Rift Realm resonate, and even made the shadow of the tower above the firmament shake??? 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 but break out in a cold sweat, screaming.

"No, impossible??? I??? I saw with my own eyes??? how can you?..."

In that instant, the screaming sound stopped abruptly.

Right before his eyes, the box opened again.

Fierce light sprayed out!

When Ji Jue reached in, in an instant, non-aggression operated, scraping a layer off the box without mercy, gathering out of thin air, rebuilding, reconstructing, turning into the appearance of an ancient seal.

Appearing before Lord Wuyou.

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

—————【Eternal Mandate, Everlasting for Ten Thousand Generations】!

This is the unique, Emperor's authority!

Accompanying the authority of the Sword Artisan and the activation of the Emperor's Hand, the Rift Realm rang, the sacrificial temple shook, and countless Laws of Tian Tian Yuan instantly changed, reconstructed, and even the shadow of the tower in the sky seemed to shake again.

Just a flash, the ancient and vast aura of dignity rushed toward him, as if a halo shrouded Ji Jue's body.

All things submit, kowtowing piously!

Without a doubt, that is the Imperial Seal!

Truly, the vessel of Supreme Good and Great Sins. The manifestation of the weight of Tian Tian Yuan 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, opening his mouth, and easily, swallowed into his belly!

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

No one would 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 sins who recreated Quancheng!

Only Lord Wuyou was sluggish, eyes about to split, covered in bloodshot eyes.

Simply, didn't dare to believe what exactly happened.

Clearly there was nothing in the box!

He saw it clearly!

But now, even he himself started to doubt, was it really not an illusion? Otherwise, how could the Imperial Seal have flown away?

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

"As the saying goes, heavenly treasures belong to those with virtue, why must Lord Wuyou force it?"

Ji Jue laughed at the sky, standing with his hands behind his back: "Since the Imperial Seal chose 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 helping me, transforming evil into good!

I have to ask you a question————"

The demon in the flames grinned, looking down and asking:

"————Since you see the Supreme, why don't you bow?"

Snap!

There was a sound of shattering.

Accompanying Ji Jue's words, the Tower of Darkness shook violently, infinite gravity appeared in an instant, descending upon Lord Wuyou.

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

Causing him to twitch, struggling in vain, but his body bent down bit by bit. Amidst his roars and curses, gradually, his knees touched the bottom.

As if, paying a grand salute.

Kowtowing piously.

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