Chapter 905: Purpose of the Ancient Vault of the Imperial Path

Purpose of the Ancient Vault of the Imperial Path

Ancient Vault of the Imperial Path.

Boom—!

A loud crash rang out from the abandoned city. The figures of Zhu Zhong and Wu Qiong darted through the shattered rubble.

As Zhu Zhong threw a punch, the heavy force of his fist directly shattered a wall, almost brushing past the tip of Wu Qiong's nose. The latter, like a lightly falling autumn leaf, consistently managed to evade Zhu Zhong's fatal attacks.

But as Zhu Zhong let out a cold snort and took a heavy step forward, the sweep of his Heavy Halberd whipped up a surge of wind that nearly knocked Wu Qiong to the ground. In the face of absolute power, her stamina and speed were not enough to hold on for much longer.

Just as Wu Qiong was preparing to find an opportunity to retreat, a golden divine path descended from the sky. Amidst a rumbling sound, it slowly landed not far away, and an aftershock containing the oppressive aura of an emperor swept across every corner of "Leaping in the Abyss."

Almost simultaneously, a line of text floated up before the eyes of all the other "Emperor Candidates":

[The Path of Ascension has descended]

[Four hundred and ninety-three emperors cast their gazes upon you]

Upon seeing these lines of text, whether it was the other Emperor Candidates scattered in various corners of "Leaping in the Abyss," or Zhu Zhong and Wu Qiong who were currently engaged in battle, they all stopped what they were doing.

"Path of Ascension..."

Zhu Zhong's eyes gradually lit up.

Everyone looked at the only golden divine path leading to "Flying Dragon in the Sky," their heartbeats involuntarily quickening... They knew that the time had come to finally decide the winner, deciding whether the others could successfully leave the Ancient Vault.

"Only one person can become Emperor?" Wu Qiong's brows furrowed deeply.

"This method of selection is a bit too cruel..."

It must be known that there were probably five or six "Emperor Candidates" right now, each with their own followers. For only one Emperor to ascend the throne meant that they had to start slaughtering each other. Ultimately, only one Emperor and his followers would be able to leave alive.

To leave, one had to kill the other Emperor Candidates and their followers while maintaining the morale of their own followers.

While Wu Qiong was deep in thought, a flag appeared out of thin air, towering beside her.

It was a golden yellow flag, with the character "Wu" written on it in a vigorous, dragon-soaring and phoenix-dancing style. It looked exactly like the royal banners from the chaotic wars of ancient kings. The moment this flag appeared, almost all of her followers looked in this direction...

And almost simultaneously, a black flag with the character "Zhu" appeared in Zhu Zhong's hand, dancing wildly in the wind!

Perhaps because Zhu Zhong had the most followers under him, the oppressive aura emitted by that black flag was even stronger. Wu Qiong only felt as if a heavy shackle had been placed upon her, making her movements slightly sluggish.

During this period where heroes vied for supremacy, the more followers one had, the stronger their suppressive power over other "Emperor Candidates."

Zhu Zhong with the black flag was undoubtedly the most terrifying overlord on the entire field!

"Hahahahaha!!" Feeling the advantage brought by the flag, Zhu Zhong laughed uproariously. "Wu Qiong, what do you have to fight me with? This imperial throne, I, Zhu Zhong, will definitely claim!!"

Amidst Zhu Zhong's wild laughter, his dozens of followers felt increasingly reassured. After all, as it stood now, their chances of leaving this Ancient Vault alive were the highest... Conversely, Wu Qiong's followers appeared weak and isolated.

Wu Qiong gritted her silver teeth. Her gaze rapidly swept over her surroundings, and seeing several flags that had descended in the hidden streets not far away, she immediately roared:

"What are you all still waiting for?! If we don't finish off Zhu Zhong first, none of us will survive!"

Those small-faction "Emperor Candidates" who were hiding in the distance secretly observing could no longer sit still. Almost no one capable of attracting the attention of the emperors was an idiot; they all immediately understood the current situation...

Zhu Zhong was too powerful. If they didn't unite, no one would be his match. Only by forming alliances would they have a sliver of a way out.

"Zhu Zhong is brutal and tyrannical! We absolutely cannot let him proclaim himself emperor!"

"Only by joining forces to defeat him now will we have a glimmer of survival later!"

"Attack together!!"

"..."

As inspiring slogans were shouted out by the "Emperor Candidates," the crowd surged forward, charging menacingly toward Zhu Zhong and the others!

Under the pressure of survival and the constant guidance of the Ancient Vault of the Imperial Path, these young people who had been supporting each other to walk out of the Gray World not long ago had now become enemies facing life and death. Gripping various weapons, they yelled as they thrust them into each other's bodies. The scene instantly dissolved into a chaotic melee.

A figure wearing a Great Crimson Theatrical Robe stood tall in the distance. Seeing this scene, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"No wonder this Ancient Vault projects text before everyone's eyes... Subtly guiding, praising, and brainwashing, implanting rules into their consciousness to recreate an era of chaotic warlordism..."

"As expected, those who become emperors all have dirty hearts."

Chen Ling glanced at the Path of Ascension leading to "Flying Dragon in the Sky," his gaze seemingly piercing through the void, watching those high and mighty emperors looking down indifferently at the ant-like battles in the sandbox below.

"Your game of chess is proceeding smoothly, but now, my chess piece is about to enter the board..."

Chen Ling's gaze shifted, looking at the Hemp-Clad Youth walking step by step toward the chaotic battlefield. A faint smile curled on his lips. "I want to see if you can still continue playing this game of chess."

...

Li Fu held Ah Qian's hand, stopping at the edge of the street.

"Brother Xiao Li... what happened ahead? It feels like a lot of people are fighting." Hearing the roars and sounds of battle not far away, Ah Qian felt uneasy.

"Don't be afraid." Li Fu patted her head. "Just hide here and don't go anywhere, understand?"

"Are... are you going to fight too?"

"Me? I'm not going to fight."

Li Fu rubbed the ring on his middle finger with his thumb. After pausing for a moment, he spoke slowly, "I'm going over there to do something else..."

"Okay."

Guided by Li Fu, Ah Qian found a concealed spot to hide. If one didn't look carefully, it would be difficult to discover her presence.

After settling Ah Qian down, Li Fu took a deep breath and walked straight toward the chaotic battlefield...

His steps were like solid boulders, heavy and resolute.

As he moved forward, more and more brawling figures appeared in his field of vision. Li Fu recognized them; not long ago, they had been sitting together discussing how to survive once they reached the Tianshu Domain, but now they had become enemies.

Li Fu didn't know why things had turned out this way, but he could feel that an invisible giant hand was manipulating everyone's psychology and actions...

But none of this mattered anymore.

Li Fu didn't care how the others fought, nor did he care whether he had become someone else's chess piece. This opportunity he had traded his life for... his goal, there was only one.

"Zhu Zhong!!" Amidst the chaotic battlefield, Li Fu took a deep breath.

"Come out and meet your death!!!"