Chapter 2175

"What if Mu State suffers a crushing defeat? That wouldn't be good for us either, would it?"

"Silly child, Mu State isn't that easy to defeat." He Lingchuan laughed heartily, "How long has Mu State been fighting against Bekka? Both sides know each other inside out. A nation that has stood firm beside Bekka for over a hundred years and still thrives—do you really think it would collapse from just a few battles?"

The foundation of a great nation is solid; it cannot be ruined by a few simple acts of extravagance.

"Mu State can win, but it's merely a matter of cost." He no longer made things difficult for He Yue, directly stating his conclusion, "The price it pays will certainly not be small—this is also what it has always tried desperately to avoid. Ya State could previously compromise with us, so it wouldn't fight Mu State to the bitter end. The international landscape of this region has been completely overturned; whether it's Ya State or Mu State, both must consider the colossal beast glaring covetously nearby. When they fight to the death, it's easy for others to profit from the sidelines. Therefore, Mu State must first sign an agreement with us before it can act freely."

Ling Guang, sitting by the window eating fruit, upon hearing the four words "colossal beast," reached out and pointed at He Lingchuan.

"Ling Guang is truly sharp." Even Liao Yuan understood.

He Yue pondered for a long time: "Facing the same war against Ya State, why could you, elder brother, withdraw in time, while Mu State cannot?"

Clearly, the elder brother was the instigator of these several major wars! Yet he patted his butt and left, not a speck of dust on him.

He Lingchuan looked at him with a hint of appreciation—being able to ask this question showed he had thought more deeply.

Even an unenlightened child can be taught.

But this time, He Lingchuan did not give him an answer: "Battlefield conditions change constantly; what seems like a hair's breadth difference is actually worlds apart."

Let him ponder this question further on his own.

"Alright, go eat first. I've instructed the Imperial Kitchen to prepare sweet-skinned duck, your favorite."

He Yue knew his bounds, immediately took his leave, and had palace attendants guide him.

This Chixiao Golden Hall is truly enormous—its footprint is several times that of Shen State's palace, and even palace attendants stepping outside their service areas easily get lost.

When He Yue first arrived at Ju City, it happened to be a bright, sunny day; this Immortal's Hall, bathed in sunlight, appeared majestic and splendid, leaving him with an overwhelming first impression!

These past few days, dedicated attendants have been taking him to tour and explain the various scenic spots of the Chixiao Golden Hall.

The Phantom Sect spent thousands of years gradually piling up this garden of jeweled halls, exquisitely exquisite; speaking solely of the jeweled forest and precious trees on the mountainside, each seasonal bloom has its particularities; this season sees pink and blue blossoms flourishing, set against the backdrop of drifting clouds and pure mist, gentle and tranquil, like a dream.

But whether it's the majestic grandeur of the Chixiao Treasure Hall or its luxurious splendor, the Nine Abysses Great Emperor simply has no time to spare even a glance.

Even if he is right there within it.

From the moment He Yue arrived at the Ya State battlefield, he has personally witnessed how busy his elder brother is—once going five consecutive days without eating, merely swallowing the elixirs carefully prepared by Ling Guang.

Even if spiritual elixirs are rich in nourishment, they cannot compare to the effect of meals, but when the Great Emperor is busy, he cannot spare even a quarter-hour to eat rice.

Palace attendants also say the Emperor usually burns the midnight oil. Over the past ten days, the longest he has slept in a single night was merely two hours.

Neglecting sleep and food—these four words applied to the Nine Abysses Great Emperor are not exaggerated in the slightest.

His diligence surpasses even that of Shen King He Chuanhua in extremity; being able to spare a cup of tea's time to guide his younger brother is already no small feat.

He Yue let out a silent sigh.

His elder brother rose from nothing—none of his success came easily.

……

He Lingchuan sent his brother away, then also asked Ling Guang to leave, before tightly closing the doors and windows, taking out a statue and placing it in the southeast corner of the room, casually lighting an incense stick before it, then sitting down to wait.

When the smoke condensed into a vague, blurry human face, he then spoke: "You sought me?"

"Did you obtain the Fate Divinity from Bailie?"

Only Nakalotian would proactively raise such a question—and he did so bluntly.

This shows how seriously he takes this question.

"Your information is still quite timely." He Lingchuan crossed his legs, also taking a midday rest for himself.

When he completed the Fate Divinity, although the Lu family, Mu Wei, and the Black Armor Army were present, they should not have understood it. Even if Huang Dutong returned and fully disclosed the events, could Mu State's high leadership, merely listening to their description, confirm that the Lu family's relic was a divinity?

So where did Nakalotian obtain this information?

Most likely, there are his spies within Mu State's court.

The gods, Bekka, Ling Mountain, and Mu State—these four parties' relationship is truly both opposed and interconnected, a tangled mess.

He Lingchuan neither denied nor spoke vaguely, because Nakalotian was the former owner of the Fate Fragments. Regarding the two words "Fate," no other god should understand them more deeply than he.

He flipped his palm, and the Gold Snake Clasping Ring floated up from nowhere, faintly glowing in this secret chamber.

"Indeed, it is the Fate Divinity!" Nakalotian's voice sounded especially moved, "It actually restored in your hands."

This was originally his supreme treasure, unwilling to be taken by the Great Vessel, yet now it has fallen into the hands of the very vessel he originally destined, and even fully restored!

Fate truly loves to toy with people and gods.

He Lingchuan also felt a bit of admiration for him. If it were any other god, they would have long since exploded in rage—where could they find the calm to continue dialogue with the one who stole their divinity?

"You dare give such a deadly divine artifact to him? The Great Vessel truly doesn't care whether you live or die!" Nakalotian smirked, "But with your current abilities, it's impossible for the complete Fate Divinity to accept you as master! Without the Great Vessel intervening, you certainly couldn't pass the Fate Divinity's trial!"

He Lingchuan smiled—it was all in the past.

"Hah, this is the trial against gods! You, a mere human, haven't even reached immortal standards—where would you get the qualification to undergo trial?"

"Were you also put through trial back then?"

"Of course!" Nakalotian's tone was self-evident, "How proud are the divinities of ancient gods? They would never lightly accept a master! How did it test you?"

He Lingchuan also did not conceal it, summing it up in a few words. Communicating with the previous holder of the Fate Divinity has its benefits.

"See yourself!" Nakalotian burst into laughter upon hearing this, "'Seeing oneself' is merely the most superficial level of Fate's realm—absolutely not the style of this divinity!"

The proposition that people spend their entire lives exploring—within the Fate Divinity, it is merely the initial, shallow level.

He Lingchuan's heart stirred slightly: "Does the Fate Divinity give every trial-tester the same test?"

"It will revolve around you and change—don't expect any standard answer." Nakalotian also did not hide his malice, "Wait and see—if you want its approval, you probably still have a long road ahead, and other trials to endure."

"Before me, the gods who underwent the Fate Trial all died two! Hehe, yours is still the complete Fate Divinity! I hope you can endure it, at least until we meet."