Chapter 232: Son of the God King, Divine Physique, Sea Clan's Liberation, Prince Ning Claims the Throne【Seek Monthly Votes】

Central Province Border.

Among the mountains.

Divine Province Continent.

Among the five major regions, the lands of the Central Province Border are the most vast.

The entire Central Province has countless legends.

The place where Chang Yun Tian is located is called Fallen Immortal Valley; only a few hundred years ago, this valley emitted terrifying wails and desperate screams.

Someone speculated that an immortal had once fallen here, and before death, it emitted those wails and screams.

This caused Fallen Immortal Valley to remain uninhabited for hundreds of years, as people feared catching something unclean.

When viewed from above, the entire Fallen Immortal Valley also appears extremely peculiar: the ground is sunken, looking extraordinarily ferocious, like a spider's web; some bad rumors thus make sense.

At this moment.

Over a hundred figures appeared, among them cultivators, martial artists, scholars, and even demon cultivators and Buddhist cultivators.

Their common trait is youth.

These people are very young.

They are all prodigies of the Grand Dao Prefecture, gathered here to see the legendary figure.

Everyone remained silent, as previously instructed, not to speak rashly.

Thus, they continued until they reached a valley.

The trees towered high, appearing gloomy and frightening; Guigu Xiansheng stopped, his expression solemn.

"Everyone."

He spoke, gazing at the crowd.

Upon hearing Guigu Xiansheng speak, everyone fell silent, turning their gazes to him, unsure what he would say.

"Later, no matter what you encounter or see, do not utter a sound of fright."

"The Venerable One does not like to be disturbed."

"Don't make a fuss."

He spoke, appearing especially solemn.

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement, understanding the reasoning.

Having received their response.

Guigu Xiansheng extended his hand; in an instant, a mark appeared on his palm.

Soon, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed, like a hell on earth: the land turned crimson, blood flowed beneath their feet, the heavens and earth shifted in color, and a black cavern appeared before everyone's eyes.

Everyone's faces turned somewhat grim; even Chang Yun Tian, accustomed to great winds and waves, could not help but change expression.

"Let's go."

Guigu Xiansheng spoke.

Having said that, he walked straight into the cavern; the Prefect of the Grand Dao Prefecture entered without a word.

And the crowd, without further talk, followed the Prefect of the Grand Dao Prefecture all the way.

Just like that.

The crowd pressed forward.

Inside the cavern, it became even more gloomy and frightening; jagged stones stood like forests, the rocks seemed to have veins, with blood flowing through them, looking exceedingly strange.

Thus.

After about half an hour.

They finally reached the endpoint.

Upon reaching the endpoint, it was a huge pit filled with scarlet magma; it was uncertain whether it was human blood, and a foul, indescribable odor permeated the air.

"Later generations of Guigu, pay respects to the ancestors."

At that moment, Guigu Xiansheng knelt on the ground, performed the great ritual of worship, then raised his hand and forced out a drop of blood, which sank into the magma.

The crowd stood twenty paces from Guigu Xiansheng; as he dropped his blood, the magma churned.

Not long after, a figure wrapped in magma appeared within the cavern.

"Greetings to the ancestors."

Seeing the figure appear, Guigu Xiansheng showed utmost reverence, not daring to be slack in the slightest as he knelt on the ground.

But the people of the Grand Dao Prefecture remained silent, all gazing at that figure.

Because they felt no pressure, no fear, only strangeness, making it natural for them not to kneel.

It seemed they sensed the Grand Dao Prefecture's contempt; the magma-wrapped figure slowly cast a strange gaze upon them.

In an instant.

An extremely terrifying aura spread.

This aura made them feel fear, unease, and a dread and trembling that rose from the depths of their souls.

It was as if a true dragon had appeared before them, while they themselves felt as tiny as ants.

The towering aura, like a divine mountain, pressed upon their shoulders, leaving them unable to breathe.

Just a glance.

Everyone from the Grand Dao Prefecture dared not speak further; the contempt in their hearts vanished, and they each knelt on the ground to pay respects to this person.

Bang! Bang! Bang! However, blossoms of blood burst forth; these prodigies of the Grand Dao Prefecture were slain on the spot, turning into clouds of blood mist.

"What is this for?"

"Guigu Xiansheng, did you scheme this?"

In an instant, the Prefect of the Grand Dao Prefecture gathered his magical power, intending to intervene and rescue his students.

However, the figure within the lava merely raised a hand lightly, and in an instant the Grand Dao Prefecture Master could not move.

Bang bang bang.

Dozens of blood blossoms burst and flared, signifying dozens of people dying here; in the end only two survived, Chang Yun Tian and the Grand Dao Prefecture Master.

Both of their faces turned extremely grim, their eyes filled with terror, even trembling.

Who could have imagined such a thing? They came here to meet a great figure, yet that figure immediately killed half of their people—how brutal! "Quiet."

Mr. Guigu spoke, looking at the Grand Dao Prefecture Master, his gaze cold.

The Grand Dao Prefecture Master remained silent—not because he did not wish to act, but because he could not; he could only sit and await death, to be slaughtered.

Fortunately, he had not brought everyone; some geniuses were hidden within the Grand Dao Prefecture, so the whole force was not annihilated, and he also left a warning: if they could not return, they would certainly trouble Mr. Guigu.

Looking at the remaining two.

The figure wrapped in lava spoke.

"Heaven and earth's qi destiny is measured; no matter how unrivaled you are, dazzling and stunning across ages, in the end you are still calculated by heaven and earth. Without qi destiny, even the most demonic talent cannot hope to break the seal."

He spoke, uttering words the two could not possibly understand.

However, the next moment.

He waved his hand, channeling clusters of white light within the blood qi into the bodies of the Grand Dao Prefecture Master and Chang Yun Tian.

Including the blood mist.

The two frowned, but the next instant their faces twisted in excruciating pain as their flesh began to dissipate piece by piece.

In the end, their bodies vanished, leaving behind two clusters of light.

But half an hour later.

A terrifying aura spread, and two figures reappeared here—the Grand Dao Prefecture Master and Chang Yun Tian.

They reappeared, their bodies having undergone a massive transformation; both aura and strength had risen enormously.

Sixth Realm Peak.

This is unbelievable.

After their second appearance, their eyes were also filled with disbelief.

The Grand Dao Prefecture Master was originally at the Sixth Realm Peak, but breaking into the Seventh Realm is very difficult for him, unless he can also obtain something like the Starry Ancient Tree. Now he finds that he has been purged and refined.

Moreover, he feels that the foundation he once failed to solidify is now completely firm; his base is terrifyingly strong. Though his realm has not risen much, he possesses an indescribable confidence.

He believes that even without the Starry Ancient Tree, within ten years he can break into the Seventh Realm; moreover, with the current Great World Conflict, Heaven's Mandate descending, obtaining any fine heavenly material or earthly treasure will allow him to breakthrough.

Soon he realized the cause: his physique had been vastly improved, becoming a certain powerful body type with limitless benefits.

This shocked him immensely, leaving him speechless.

As for Chang Yun Tian, his Confucian path is at the Great Scholar Realm, the Fifth Realm; his martial path is only at the Fourth Realm, the Divine Skill Realm.

But now his own strength has reached the Sixth Realm Peak—truly unbelievable.

Both stared at the figure with incredulous eyes, but after regaining composure, they knelt to the ground, extremely excited.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The two were overjoyed; they did not care how many had died, for their own transformation was perfect.

Hearing their voices, the lava‑wrapped figure showed no hint of triumph.

Instead, it pointed at the Grand Dao Prefecture Master.

"You previously had ancient human blood in your body; this time I, using the Sky‑Piercing Great Divine Skill, have purged and refined you, improving your flesh."

"Your current flesh is an ancient physique, called the True Dragon Treasure Body, and it is a pure‑blood True Dragon Treasure Body. As long as you diligently practice martial arts, within five years you will certainly enter the Seventh Realm."

"However, now Heaven's Mandate has descended, and in the Great World Conflict, if you obtain any Seventh Realm heavenly material or earthly treasure, you can directly break into the Seventh Realm."

He spoke, his voice devoid of emotion, then looked toward Chang Yun Tian's Dao.

"You do not have an ancient physique, but within you already contains a strand of Taiyin Treasure Body. I have improved and activated your Taiyin Treasure Body, and with these people's qi destiny and cultivation,"

"It makes you directly reach the Seventh Realm."

"This is the Sky‑Piercing Technique; do you understand?"

He spoke, explaining why the two had suddenly transformed.

Hearing this, the two were still somewhat confused and a bit puzzled; they grasped the general meaning, but on closer examination they still did not understand.

At this point, Mr. Guigu's voice rose.

"In the ancient era, all beings were divided into three, six, or nine grades, and the basis of this division was physique."

"Each creature possesses a powerful body, classified into five types: Mythic physique, Legendary physique, Emperor physique, King physique, and Treasure physique."

"Among them are pure‑blood and non‑pure‑blood; pure‑blood means the physique's essence is fully activated, while non‑pure‑blood means it is not fully activated."

"Below Treasure physique are all Mixed physiques."

"In the Middle Ages, people classified physiques into Saint, Spirit, and Mortal bodies; in the ancient era, these were all Mixed physiques with no effect."

"However, due to the great changes of heaven and earth, these Mixed physiques could adapt to the transforming world, thus becoming powerful."

Mr. Guigu spoke, outlining the classification of physiques.

Mythic, Legendary, Emperor, King, Treasure—five great physiques, each further divided into pure‑blood and non‑pure‑blood.

The two instantly understood, yet their hearts remained filled with disbelief; they were Treasure physiques yet had already reached the Sixth Realm Peak—if they were King or Emperor or even Legendary or Mythic physiques, how strong would they be?

The figure wrapped in molten lava seemed to read the two's thoughts and couldn't help but speak out.

"Don't overthink it."

"Upon reaching the Seventh Realm, one can transform into a King Body, no matter who they are."

"The Imperial Body is a once‑in‑ten‑thousand‑years rarity; even in the ancient age, only a Heavenly Pride could possess an Imperial Body, and one must first reach the Seventh Realm—without doing so, awakening the Imperial Body is impossible."

"As for the legendary and mythical constitutions, they are rare throughout history; in any given era there may be only one or two."

"There are nine great legendary constitutions in this world; as for the mythical constitution, it may truly be just a myth—only by becoming an immortal can one encounter it."

He spoke, telling the two to stop their chaotic thoughts.

Myths are just myths, rarely seen in all ages.

Legends can only be found here and there across ancient and modern times; each of the five great ancient races has one passed down, and to activate the ability of a legendary constitution, one must reach the Seventh Realm to reap its benefits.

In other words, even if someone possesses a mythic or legendary constitution, it is not necessarily a good thing; in the early stages it brings no benefit, because only upon reaching the Seventh Realm can this constitution exert part of its effect.

Likewise, regardless of any constitution, even a mere mortal flesh, once reaching the Seventh Realm, will inevitably transform into a King Body.

In other words, in the eyes of people like them, a Treasure Body is merely a starting point; a King Body can stand equal with them, and an Emperor Body is the Heaven's Champion among them.

"Understood."

"Thank you, senior."

The Great Dao Mansion master knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily; he cared not whether it was a King Body or not, as long as he could become stronger, everything was easy.

Zhang Yuntian felt the same.

Reaching the peak of the Sixth Realm directly feels truly exhilarating.

However, Zhang Yuntian was still a bit puzzled and couldn't help speaking up.

"May I ask, senior, what is the Heaven-plundering Technique?"

He was somewhat curious and asked the other.

"Do not ask recklessly."

In an instant, Mr. Guigu spoke up, his gaze icy as he looked at Zhang Yuntian, as if the Heaven-plundering Technique were a taboo.

Hearing this, Zhang Yuntian shivered instantly, daring not to speak further for fear of angering the other and being outright slain.

Yet the latter was not angry, but said calmly.

"Heaven-plundering Technique."

"It is the first divine art of ancient times."

"By slaying the contemporary Heavenly Champion, one can plunder the opponent's Qi Fortune and Divine Power cultivation."

"Just now, I personally killed your friends, not because they provoked me, but to transfer all their Qi Fortune and cultivation onto you."

"Had I not done so, how could the two of you have reached your current realm?"

He spoke, describing the ability of the Heaven-plundering Technique.

Hearing this, the two were repeatedly shocked; although they harbored doubts, receiving a concrete answer made them involuntarily gasp coldly.

At the same time they understood why the ancient era had become desolate.

With such divine power, how could the ancient times not be chaotic? Killing others to become stronger makes the cost of strengthening extremely low.

It could even be said to be negligible.

"Our clan is about to revive; now the two of you have already gained benefits. In the Great World Conflict, seize the advantages quickly, transform yourselves, and reach the Seventh Realm."

"Today's struggles are nothing but a fight among ants; the true horror will come in the future."

He spoke, reminding the two.

Upon hearing this, the two immediately nodded.

Yet the Great Dao Mansion master could not help but speak.

"May I ask, honored ones, with you all present, what great calamity remains?"

He was somewhat curious and couldn't help asking.

"We are the ancient Human Race, but there are also the ancient Sea Race, Demon Race, and God Race; in ancient times we clashed with them countless times."

"These four great races are strong, though the Demon Race is the weakest, having been jointly suppressed twice; the greatest enemy is the Sea Race, followed by the God Race."

"Now, in this Great World Conflict, to defeat them we must revive early."

"If we are a step ahead, we can plunder all resources in an instant; even if they revive later, their fate will be to be crushed."

He spoke, his words exuding confidence.

All five great races are self-sealed, and due to the heavens and earth, revival now requires certain conditions.

When conditions permit, whoever emerges first can seize the initiative and win step by step in the future.

The Great Dao Mansion master nodded, fully understanding.

Yet Zhang Yuntian was somewhat curious.

"Honored one, if the ancient era was completely annihilated, why have Confucius' descendants continued to pass down?"

Zhang Yuntian had something he couldn't figure out.

In ancient times, ten thousand races vied for supremacy, and five great races survived, each self-sealing; why do Confucius' descendants still exist, and do they count as the ancient Human Race?

Hearing this, the latter remained silent, while Mr. Guigu spoke.

"In ancient times, those who practiced the Heaven-plundering Technique were recorded by heaven and earth."

"Meanwhile, among the seven major systems, only the Confucian Dao is most unique; it originated in ancient times and lacks magical power."

"Simply put, you are at the peak of the Sixth Realm; you cannot defeat a Confucian Dao saint, which is reasonable, but as long as you do not act against heaven and earth."

"Or perhaps, if your deeds go unnoticed by the saint, then the saint cannot wield heaven and earth's power against you, and he cannot do anything to you."

"But once you reach the Seventh Realm, you can stand equal with the saint; this is the advantage of the Martial Path or the Immortal Path."

"The Confucian Dao must obey the will of heaven and earth, which imposes limits; unless one obtains Heaven's Mandate and becomes a Heaven's Mandate Saint, otherwise the saint has great flaws."

"The Immortal Path, Buddhist Path, Technique Path, Sword Path, Demon-Magic Path, and Martial Path are entirely different, unbound by heaven and earth; you can do whatever you wish."

"Precisely because of this, the Confucian Dao is not calculated by heaven and earth and needs no self-sealing."

"The Confucian Dao lineage, aside from books and writings, has no inheritance, unlike the Martial Path which can be passed down through bloodlines and constitution."

"Therefore, although the Kong Family has passed down over seventy generations and knows ancient matters, after tens of thousands of years many things have been forgotten, and the Kong Family has not had a smooth journey, once nearly experiencing a rupture."

"If Gu Jin Nian had been harsher back then, wouldn't the Kong Family have faced another rupture?"

Mr. Guigu spoke, answering why the Kong Family is or isn't an ancient Human Race.

In other words, although a great extinction occurred in the ancient era, it does not mean that everyone perished; the survivors fall into two categories.

One type survived on its own and naturally became distinct from the masses.

The other type is that the race survived, with descendants proliferating, but this holds little significance.

Similar to the descendants of Confucius, they survived, but the passing of life from father to son, son to grandson, is a transmission of life, not any other inheritance.

After the great transformation of heaven and earth, the spiritual qi of the world declined generation after generation, so even if the lineage persists, newborns adapt to the new world and cannot be considered members of the Ancient Human Clan.

If one insists, they possess the bloodline of the Ancient Human Clan, but by that logic, many people would have that bloodline.

However, this group of Ancient Humans does not recognize it at all, indeed they completely reject it.

Can a bloodline separated by tens of thousands of years still be called a bloodline?

More importantly, these races that have survived to the present were likely the lowest tier in the ancient era, despised then and even more so now; after hearing Mr. Gui Gu's words, the two of them finally attained full enlightenment.

"Please rest assured, Your Excellency; we will certainly serve you front and back, and restore the glory of the Ancient Human Clan."

The two spoke, appearing unusually excited, their eyes filled with resolve.

"Within you lies the seed of the Sky‑Ripping Technique; I will pass the secret method to both of you so you may reach the Seventh Realm as soon as possible."

"Leave now."

He spoke, projecting two beams of light that entered the two bodies, and then sent them away.

"Thank you, Your Excellency."

The two replied without hesitation, rose, and left; they could see that this Your Excellency still seemed to have matters to discuss with Mr. Gui Gu.

Soon.

After the two departed,

Mr. Gui Gu still knelt on the ground.

"As expected, the Sea Clan is about to be reborn soon."

The figure shrouded in molten lava spoke, then slowly walked into the lava, his tone full of worry.

"Sea Clan?"

"Your Excellency, what should we do?"

"If the Ancient Sea Clan emerges early, it would not be a good thing for us."

Hearing this, Mr. Gui Gu couldn't help but take a deep breath, feeling some dread.

Within the Five Great Clans.

The Sea Clan has the largest numbers and the strongest power; they are the rulers of the oceans, and in the ancient great war, the Sea Clan itself was the strongest race.

The second is the Demon Tribe; its numbers are also considerable, but the hatred between the Demon Tribe and the Sea Clan is even greater. Both are demons, yet one is the oceanic demon tribe and the other is the terrestrial beast‑bird‑feather tribe, leading to greater internal conflict.

If it were not for their internal strife, it would not be merely the Five Ancient Races, but a single ancient race.

The third is the Ancient Human Clan; its numbers and strength are balanced, but humans possess martial, Buddhist, Daoist, magical, and sword arts, and have wisdom, thus ranking third.

The fourth is the Divine Clan; the reason it ranks fourth is primarily its numbers. After the ancient great war, the Divine Clan numbered at most three thousand, and each of those three thousand was unique. In the ancient era, the Divine Clan's numbers did not exceed thirty thousand; if multiplied tenfold, even the entire Demon Tribe could not defeat a single Divine Clan.

The fifth is the Demon Clan; this demon is not cultivated into a demon, but is formed from resentment, hatred, killing intent, and fury—evil spirits born of the world's grievances. They enjoy sowing war and slaughter.

In the ancient era, ten thousand races fought, and the Demon Clan gained a massive boost, almost succeeding in becoming the Heaven's Mandate bearer; fortunately, the other four great clans united to suppress the Demon Clan twice, the final time in concert with the will of heaven and earth.

Precisely because of this, the Demon Clan ranks last; the remaining demons are far fewer than the Divine Clan, even countless times more devastated. It is said that fewer than a hundred demon heads remain, and they all believe it.

Now, hearing that the Sea Clan will revive a step earlier, Mr. Gui Gu naturally feels some worry.

"The five races have self‑declared, all being schemed by the Divine Clan; if our Human Clan wishes to break the seal, we need the blood of the Ancient Human Clan."

"They aim to indirectly weaken our strength, but the Divine Clan did not anticipate that we can temper our blood."

"Twenty years ago, I had you gather various bloods; the blood of Da Xia citizens is the closest to my Ancient Human Clan's blood."

"If we slaughter another five hundred thousand Da Xia humans, this matter can be resolved."

"Or let Central Continent attack the Southern Barbarians, creating countless slaughter, which would also allow us to escape quickly."

"Although the Sea Clan emerges early, it is at most the younger generation; the head of the Four Great Dragon Palaces certainly cannot break free."

"The emergence of the younger Sea Clan causes no great waves; we only need to restrain them, as they seek the Dragon Pearl to free the Dragon Palace."

"Restricting that is enough."

He spoke, his tone calm.

"Understood," he said.

Mr. Gui Gu nodded. At the same time, he looked at the latter and continued to ask.

"Your Excellency, may I ask how Gu Jin Nian should handle this?"

"He has already become a Confucian‑Daoist Sage."

"If we offend him, many matters may simply not be able to be carried out."

Mr. Gui Gu spoke, questioning the other party.

"Yes."

"To become a saint in this era is indeed remarkable; whether talent or aptitude, he is top‑tier."

"Moreover, he is a Da Xia commoner, which means his body also carries the bloodline of our Ancient Human Clan."

"Subdue him, give him a chance, let him integrate with us; if he wishes to accept peace, grant him the status of First‑rank Human."

He spoke, mentioning Gu Jin Nian with some admiration, after all, becoming a saint in this era is itself a great feat.

He is the outstanding figure of this era, virtually unparalleled; such a being, if directly suppressed, would be unreasonable.

"First‑rank Human?"

"That reward is too high, isn't it?"

Mr. Gui Gu could not help but speak; he is a descendant of the Ancient Human Clan, just as Confucius's descendants have been passed down to him.

And he himself is only a Third‑rank Human, according to the Ancient Human Clan's classification.

In the forthcoming Great Era, after the Ancient Human Clan emerges, they will also divide all humanity into nine ranks, the first being supreme and the ninth being slaves; those of their kind are the royal lineage, ruling over all humanity.

This is their plan and arrangement.

Mr. Guigu, busy here and there, has only managed to obtain the status of a third‑rank human, and must wait until the Ancient Human Clan fully emerges before he can be promoted to second‑rank.

But Gu Jin Nian directly received the title of first‑rank human, so he naturally felt deep resentment.

Sensing Mr. Guigu's emotions, the latter said calmly,

"You are different from him; you carry the eight great royal bloodlines within you, and in the future some of your descendants have a certain chance of becoming royalty."

"He, however, is different; he has been a first‑rank human for generations, unless he also possesses royal blood within him."

"Moreover, when the Great Era arrives, we will all ascend together in the rosy clouds; a slight difference in rank, what can it matter?"

He spoke, as a way of comforting the other.

After hearing this, the latter still felt a bit uneasy inside, but at least the conversation had reached this point, and he also calmed down.

"But what if Gu Jin Nian does not agree?"

He asked curiously.

"It is impossible for him not to agree."

"We are the Ancient Human Clan, born extraordinary; in the forthcoming Great Era war, the battlefield will still be ours, the Five Clans' arena."

"Do not be fooled by the outsiders now, scrambling for heavenly materials and earthly treasures, each breaking through the Seventh Realm; but once the Five Clans take the stage, they will be like ants, not even comparable to the stars."

"The treasures they fight over are merely dowries for us."

"Of course, you should not approach Gu Jin Nian so early; the Sea Clan is about to emerge, and they are inherently arrogant and look down on everyone."

"They will inevitably clash with the present strongmen, and Gu Jin Nian will inevitably have friction with them; when that time comes and Gu Jin Nian learns of the Sea Clan's strength,"

"you should seek Gu Jin Nian again; only by knowing the world's strong can you develop reverence."

"The most foolish thing about people is not understanding fear."

"Do you understand?"

He continued speaking, appearing fully confident.

Mr. Guigu nodded.

"Remember."

"Seize the time; all major clans are about to revive. Actually, what worries me most is not the Sea Clan but the Divine Clan."

"They are probably already revived long ago."

"At least one person has certainly revived, perhaps within the Great Era itself."

He spoke, mentioning the Divine Clan.

"Already revived?"

"That cannot be, can it?"

"Your Excellency, if the Divine Clan has revived, then Puyuan Mountain could not have its treasures seized by the Great Profound Immortal Sect, could it?"

Mr. Guigu replied, the Ancient Star Tree of Puyuan Mountain is no ordinary thing; it is a Heaven's Mandate treasure, and not only him— even the Ancient Human Clan regards it as a rare treasure.

If the Divine Clan revived long ago, why have they not acted?

"That would prove the Divine Clan has not fully revived; however, the one I mentioned is the Son of the Divine King."

"He is terrifying; he calculates everything, even the heavens and earth are part of his scheme."

"However, his personality is eccentric; he is the pride of the Divine Clan and also its greatest wound. To be honest, if he did not lack the desire for domination, the Middle Ages would already be gone."

"Since the Ancient Era, everything has already ended."

He said.

He mentioned a terrifying existence; no one knows who it is, yet it has left an indelible mark in Mr. Guigu's mind.

In his mind, this Honored One is already an extraordinary being.

But he did not expect that there is still a person in this world who can make this elder so wary.

"Then does he have any distinguishing traits?"

"If any subordinate sees him in the future, try to avoid him."

Mr. Guigu asked.

"Traits?"

The latter fell silent.

After a while, he gave an answer.

"He stays away from women."

"More precisely, he does not allow others to approach women."

That is his answer.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Guigu furrowed his brows.

"What kind of trait is that? There are countless people in this world who stay away from women; even eunuchs stay away from women."

"Sir, are there any other clear traits?"

Mr. Guigu asked with a slightly stiff expression.

"Other than that, there is none."

"Alright, seize the time."

"Within at most six months, these matters must be resolved; otherwise, we will truly miss the Golden Great Era."

The other said no more.

He quickly plunged directly into the molten lava.

"Respectfully escort you, Your Excellency."

Mr. Guigu continued to bow on the ground, then rose and walked out of the cave.

And as Mr. Guigu stepped out of the mountain cave.

Within the molten lava, some voices gradually rose.

"We must escape quickly and devour the fortunes of all nations."

"Whether our human race can perfectly transform in this great era depends on when we break free; then we will devour each nation's fortune one by one and surpass all races."

"The Da Xia national destiny, the Zhongzhou national destiny, all shall be refined; the seals of the past tens of thousands of years will be worth it."

A voice sounded.

It was filled with coldness.

When Mr. Guigu had left the cave,

two figures appeared not far away.

They were Chang Yuntian and the Head of the Great Dao Office.

Seeing Mr. Guigu again, the two wore utterly respectful expressions; especially the Head of the Great Dao Office, whose every doubt was dispelled and replaced by trust.

Previously, he had thought Mr. Guigu might be deceiving him, but now that he sees the true ancient human race, he naturally dares not show any negligence.

"Mr. Guigu."

"I was wrong before, full of suspicion; please forgive me, Mr. Guigu."

The Head of the Great Dao Office spoke, showing utmost respect to Mr. Guigu and hoping he would bear no grudge.

"The head is being courteous."

"I understand the head's concerns; were I in his place, I would also have doubts."

"However, now that you have seen my ancestors and received benefits, may we proceed with the next matters?"

He asked.

Regarding the two, Mr. Guigu felt contempt; over a hundred people had come with them and all perished inside, yet the two showed no sorrow at all.

Those were fellow disciples who lived together day and night, and also students of the Head of the Great Dao Office.

Now dead inside, they have shaped the two, who feel no guilt or grief—truly ruthless.

If not needed, Mr. Guigu would not even bother to acknowledge them.

"Rest assured, sir; I intend to go with Yuntian to Prince Ning's residence shortly and will handle this properly."

The Head of the Great Dao Office replied, his eyes filled with resolve, giving a confirming answer.

Receiving this reply, Mr. Guigu was satisfied.

"Since so, we will await good news from you both."

"I have matters to attend, I must depart first."

"But a word of warning: the ancient Sea Clan is about to revive; if possible, seize the time promptly."

"Now we are all in the same boat; if we fail at this, trouble will follow in the future."

Mr. Guigu spoke, deliberately giving the reminder, then bowed and left.

Hearing this, the Head of the Great Dao Office said nothing more, directly taking Chang Yuntian away; about two hours later they arrived at the western frontier of Da Xia, nearing Prince Ning's residence.

"Yuntian."

"I, as teacher, always feel they will never treat us as their own."

"In the future great era, to truly stand out, one must fight on one's own."

"Remember, do not trust them too much."

The Head of the Great Dao Office spoke, transmitting his voice with immortal Dao power.

"Student understands."

"Please rest assured, sir."

Chang Yuntian nodded, committing the words to memory, and glanced at the teacher walking ahead.

Thus.

The two arrived at Prince Ning's residence.

They had no other purpose; they simply hoped Prince Ning would rebel.

Prince Ning's residence.

In the study.

Prince Ning sat upright on the Grand Tutor chair, his face full of coldness.

He knew the two before him were unfathomable, at least sixth realm cultivators, especially Yuntian, whom he also recognized.

But regarding the two, Prince Ning despised them from the bottom of his heart; he even loathed this group.

"Speak."

"What business do you have with me?"

Prince Ning spoke, his tone full of coldness.

"Your Highness."

"Heaven has bestowed a good marriage upon you."

"The time for you to claim the throne has arrived."

Facing Prince Ning's indifferent tone, Yuntian felt no embarrassment; instead he wore a smiling face and came to congratulate Prince Ning.

"The emperor that calls your mother."

The next moment, Prince Ning's cold voice rang out, berating Yuntian outright.

"The Da Xia heavenly disaster has ended; the dragon rice of the river has fed the entire Da Xia populace."

"Da Xia's sleepless city brings in a bushel of gold daily, earning the Da Xia Dynasty countless silver coins."

Now, Gu Jin Nian and Su Wenjing have both become saints; Da Xia has two saints.

You tell this king that the time to claim the throne has arrived?

Are you seriously treating this king like a fool?

The previous Da Xia heavenly disaster was originally the best chance to act, yet you made this king refrain from acting.

Now it's settled; the wood has become a boat, and the Yongsheng Emperor sits in the capital waiting for this king to rebel.

Still claim the throne?

Does your mother want to claim the throne? This king will give the dragon throne to your mother.

Prince Ning spoke, his tone extremely arrogant.

It's not that he's vulgar; mainly Prince Ning is also angry.

He doesn't act when he should.

Now that Gu Jin Nian and Su Wenjing have become saints, Da Xia Dynasty has abundant food, the people live peacefully, what reason does one have to rebel?

Rebel with a head?

A rebellion must have a reason, and must also follow the people's will.

Rebelling at this time, isn't it just idle after having eaten one's fill?

Seeking death shouldn't be done this way.

Isn't this harming others?

Hearing this, Chang Yuntian was at a loss for words, but the Head of the Great Dao Office stroked his beard and smiled faintly.

"Prince."

"May I have half a quarter‑hour of time, sir?"

"If within that half quarter‑hour the Prince has no thoughts, I will leave immediately."

He spoke, full of confidence.

"Speak."

Prince Ning kept a cold expression; although angry inside, he asked himself honestly and indeed had thoughts.

However, no matter how he thought, he could not conceive how he should rebel.

"Prince."

"This rebellion is not a true rebellion, but a self‑establishment as king."

"The two north‑western frontiers, plus the border cities, can be controlled with a single command from the Prince."

"Once under control, the Prince, following Heaven's will, will ascend the throne and claim the empire."

"What does the Prince think of this plan?"

The Head of the Great Dao Office spoke, outlining the plan.

"Hmph."

"Self‑establish as king?"

"Then Da Xia soldiers would directly attack this king?"

"The troops I have, even counting Prince Qi Lin and others, amount to only a million; Da Xia Dynasty has four million soldiers, plus a recent expansion of another 1.5 million."

"What can this king use to fight?"

Prince Ning sneered.

"Prince."

"Look at this, Prince."

The Head of the Great Dao Office smiled faintly, then produced several tokens.

Xiongnu King Token.

Fuyu Imperial Token.

Great Jin Imperial Token.

Seeing the three tokens, Prince Ning couldn't help but frown.

"What does this mean?"

Prince Ning became somewhat curious.

"As long as the Prince establishes himself as king."

"Open the city directly, and Xiongnu cavalry will come straight to assist the Prince."

"The Great Jin Dynasty and the Fuyu Dynasty will, through a conciliatory approach, exert pressure on Da Xia Dynasty."

"As for the two saints the Prince fears."

"To speak frankly, dynastic change itself follows Heaven's will; throughout history, is there any immortal dynasty?"

"Even the power of saints cannot affect the Prince."

"Especially if the Prince ascends the throne, abolishing taxes and distributing grain and silver, those expenses would be borne by the Great Jin Dynasty and the Fuyu Dynasty."

"Furthermore, by exclusively upholding Confucianism, the aim is to build a millennial dynasty for the great world, centered on the people; thus the saints would have even less reason to stop the Prince."

"Then this is internal strife."

"In dynastic infighting, saints cannot intervene; what matters is the attitude of the nations of the Eastern Wilderness."

"The Xiongnu Nation, the Fuyu Dynasty, the Great Jin Dynasty, and everyone in the Alliance all support the Prince; if Da Xia truly dares to attack, why would the Prince fear?"

"If the Prince does not believe, let the Xiongnu troops be the first to engage, showing sincere intent; Prince, what do you think?"

The Head of the Great Dao Office truly lived up to his title.

In just a few words, Prince Ning was indeed moved.

Rebel.

He definitely won't agree.

But he could establish himself as king.

That really is a way out.

Especially since all the nations across the Eastern Wilderness would support him, giving money, food, and troops.

To say King Ning isn't moved.

That's truly impossible.

King Ning fell silent.

He was quiet for a long time.

He indeed was moved.

"But doing it this way, isn't it somewhat against our ancestors?"

King Ning took a deep breath; this obstacle was a bit hard for him to get past.

Upon hearing this, the latter couldn't help but smile.

"Prince."

"You proclaim yourself king, but it's not a betrayal of the Da Xia Dynasty; rather, according to ancestral rites, you criticize the Yongsheng Emperor of Da Xia, find a few arbitrary reasons, execute meritorious officials, indiscriminately kill the innocent, impose harsh taxes, and cause both men and gods to be outraged."

"And there's another point."

When the chief of the Great Dao Office said this, his gaze instantly became exceedingly resolute.

"Prince, you are not proclaiming yourself emperor; you are restoring His Majesty Emperor Jiande, who has already withdrawn into the void and is willing to abdicate the throne to you."

"In that case, doesn't this follow the will of the people?"

The latter spoke up, mentioning the most crucial person.

Emperor Jiande.

In an instant.

King Ning stood up immediately.

Although the chief of the Great Dao Office was right, these reasons were all far‑fetched, but mentioning Emperor Jiande made a difference.

Emperor Jiande is the legitimate emperor of Da Xia.

If one were to invoke the name of restoring Emperor Jiande, reestablish a nation, and then have Emperor Jiande abdicate the throne to oneself.

That would truly be in line with Heaven's will and the people's will.

In that moment, King Ning truly, indeed, was moved.

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