Chapter 437: Third Prince

"Meiluo Canyon is just ahead, everyone, keep your spirits up!" Seeing a deep, dark canyon appear ahead, Kanglikeduo's expression suddenly turned serious as he shouted to those around him.

Hearing Kanglikeduo's voice, everyone in the Iron Blood Mercenary Group drew their blades simultaneously, guarding with all their might. Truth be told, even without Kanglikeduo's warning, the intuition they had honed while walking between life and death was already warning them that this place radiated a deep malice directed at them.

"Xiaojing, Wanyue, you two take good care of Aiweier." Lingyun gazed at the canyon before him, a faint, ominous premonition in his heart. "Aiweier, when necessary, draw the sword on your back!"

"Eh? I can still draw this sword?" Aiweier asked in surprise.

"It has gained quite a few benefits from you, so naturally, it won't sit idly by while you face a life-or-death crisis," Lingyun said indifferently.

"What about you?" Chen Jing looked at Lingyun and asked.

"Me? I'm afraid I must take a step ahead to check the canyon. I sense a trace of Death Qi here. If there is an Undead Mage among those lying in ambush, we might be in big trouble!" Lingyun said.

"Lingyun, look at how straight this canyon is. It feels as if someone took a sword and sliced this area open!" Su Wanyue studied the canyon ahead for a long time before suddenly saying to Lingyun.

"As for that, perhaps that is exactly the case!" Lingyun chuckled at the three of them. "Alright, take care of yourselves, I'm off!"

As Lingyun's voice fell, his figure instantly turned into a blur and vanished from the spot. Lingyun left without a sound, and by intentionally using the three women's figures as cover, not a single person present noticed that Lingyun had already left.

In a cave within the Luanshi Lin, the man in black who had been conversing with the cloaked figure was standing before a gaunt old man. The old man was surrounded by lingering Death Qi, and in his hands, he held a murky Crystal Ball. Inside the Crystal Ball were dense clusters of light spots, looking somewhat ghastly.

"Master Laonuo, how is the situation?" the man asked somewhat urgently.

The old man gazed at the light spots in the Crystal Ball, his inner excitement uncontrollable, his entire body trembling: "It is true, the legend is true. This place truly contains an incalculable number of Demon Undead! From the information displayed on the Crystal Ball, one can see that these demons were almost all wiped out at the same time. This place is definitely a trace left behind by some unknown peerless powerhouse during the Millennium Holy War! Sleeping in this place is an entire army from the Demon World. As long as I can awaken them all, who on this Continent will be able to do anything to me!"

"Is the Demon Undead army really that powerful?" the man asked with some curiosity.

"The strength of the Demon Race is indeed very powerful; their power exceeds most people's imagination. During the Millennium Holy War, if it weren't for the existence of powerful beings like the God Race and the Dragon Race, as well as the Spirit race which had a great restraining effect on the Demon Race, the Human race alone would never have lasted long under the Demon Race's frenzied strikes!" Laonuo said indifferently. "Against a thousand-strong Demon army, the Human race often had to pay a price several times over to wipe them out, and sometimes they would even be killed in return! If it weren't for the Lingyun Mercenary Group rising abruptly later, and then killing the Lord of the Demon World in the disbelieving eyes of the people, the final outcome of this war would still be an unknown."

"Then, Master Laonuo, what are your thoughts now?" the man asked cautiously.

"Third Prince, if you had an army composed of Demon Undead behind you, by how many layers would your chances of ascending the throne increase?" Laonuo said slowly.

The man could not help but gasp, and a trace of trepidation appeared in his eyes as he looked at the old man: "Master Laonuo, what do you mean by this?"

"I know that His Majesty is no longer young; he is already selecting the Empire's next successor. There are only four people in the entire Empire qualified to inherit the throne: the First Prince, you, the Fourth Prince, and the Ninth Prince. Aside from the First Prince being slightly stronger, the strength of the remaining three is almost equal. Now the First Prince has begun to eliminate dissidents, and you are his first target!" Laonuo said slowly. "With the strength you currently possess, wanting to contend with the First Prince is definitely not an easy matter. However, if you have a powerful Undead Army behind you, the Emperor will surely look at you with new eyes!"

Moduo took a deep breath. It had to be said that Laonuo's proposal was truly tempting. After all, his influence was already showing signs of shrinking under the First Prince's suppression, and if things continued this way, he would have to bid a complete farewell to the throne of the Norton Empire. Under these circumstances, he had to personally seek out external aid. And this time, the cloaked figure was one of the external aids he had found.

"Master Laonuo helping me like this, there must be conditions, right!"

Although Moduo was very tempted by the suggestion Laonuo put forward, he also knew there was no such thing as a free lunch. One of the conditions for the cloaked figure to join his camp was for Moduo to use his influence to completely suppress the family where Kelisi resided—the Nuo Sen Family. Laonuo had been a total stranger to him before, yet now he was offering to help, which made him feel somewhat vigilant.

"Of course, I do have conditions!" Laonuo nodded. "I want you to promise me that after you become Emperor, you will gift me an item from the Diguo Miku!"

"An item from the Diguo Miku?" Moduo's brow could not help but furrow.

The Diguo Miku was the greatest foundation of the Empire, and throughout the ages, only the Emperor could enter it. Every item placed in the Diguo Miku was not ordinary; if Laonuo wanted something dangerous, that would be troublesome.

"Don't be so worried. What I want is not something dangerous, but a Magic item called Cloud Tear!" Laonuo said.

"Cloud Tear?" Moduo muttered. He seemed to have heard of this item somewhere.

After thinking for a while, he remembered where he had heard of it. He had seen a record of this item in an ancient book. Legend had it that this item had an unusual connection to the Lingyun Mercenary Group; it was a mysterious tool jointly crafted by the Biyang Sword Saint and the Aurora Sword Saint, possessing the power to resurrect the dead.

One must know that the ability to resurrect the dead was something only the Holy See could control in the past. Moreover, those who could learn the Great Resurrection Spell were few and far between in the history of the Holy See, and such magic had various flaws. As for this peculiar tool, Cloud Tear, although it could only be used once every ten years, it could perfectly resurrect someone whose soul was still intact. From this point alone, the effect of Cloud Tear was enough to make one gasp.

"Cloud Tear?" After weighing the pros and cons, Moduo finally spoke.

"If you can truly help me ascend the throne, I will gift the Cloud Tear to you!"

"Is that a deal?"

"It's a deal!"