Chapter 487: Yu Yaonu's Choice

The Supreme Heavenly Realm is once again overcrowded.

This time, it is even more bustling than it was ten years ago.

Because... the Vermilion Bird Saint Lord's coming-of-age ceremony is about to be held.

Many powerful Beast Masters will come to the Supreme Heavenly Realm to celebrate the Vermilion Bird Saint Lord's coming-of-age ceremony.

It is rumored that the masters of the other two palaces will also descend upon the Supreme Heavenly Realm.

Firstly, it is to celebrate the Vermilion Bird Saint Lord's coming-of-age ceremony; secondly, it is to jointly discuss the God Game.

It can be said that this is currently the biggest event in the Great Beast Master World.

Yu Yaonu lay inside the Ice Coffin, clutching that cold body, and only then did she feel a little better.

I do not know how much time passed before Yu Yaonu left the Ice Coffin; she looked outside the room, a trace of worry in her eyes.

"Yaonu." A voice filled with apology came.

Yu Yaonu saw the person who had arrived, and her expression became extremely complex.

The person before her was none other than Yu Aunt, who had raised her.

And Yu Aunt had two other special identities.

One was Sacred Maiden; the other was the Empress of Cangtong.

Yu Yaonu had never imagined that the Empress she had first encountered in Cangtong was actually Yu Aunt.

Yu Aunt likely never imagined that the Divine Secretary was Yu Yaonu.

However, at this moment, Yu Aunt wore an apologetic expression: "Yaonu, Cangtong is suspected of being related to Red Pupil. They have ulterior motives, and I do not know what their goal is.

This time, the Holy Palace fears it will take action against Red Pupil... therefore, you are temporarily confined here. Once the matter is over, you will have no further ties to Cangtong and will remain a Xuque Zhuque Shengnü of the Holy Palace."

Yu Aunt said earnestly.

To be precise, Yu Yaonu's status within Cangtong was very high; she definitely counted as high-level leadership.

The Holy Palace, Yuan Palace, and Imperial Palace's settling of accounts with Cangtong would definitely affect Yu Yaonu.

The Holy Palace confining Yu Yaonu here was, firstly, to sever the connection between Yu Yaonu and Cangtong so that Cangtong would be caught off guard, and secondly, to protect Yu Yaonu by extracting her from Cangtong.

Yu Yaonu looked at Yu Aunt and spoke slowly: "Yu Aunt, you also spent so much time with me in Cangtong; you should know better than anyone what Cangtong has done."

Yu Aunt looked at Yu Yaonu and sighed: "Yaonu, I know you cannot accept this.

But... this matter was decided by the higher-ups.

This also concerns the life and death of the billions upon billions of living beings in the Great Beast Master World; it cannot be treated with any carelessness. It is better to believe it exists than to believe it does not."

In Yu Yaonu's mind, Xiaotiantian also urged: "Yaonu, our Great Beast Master World cannot afford to lose again."

"We can't afford to lose." Banana Aunt's voice was fragmented, "The failure of the God Game a thousand years ago was due to a traitor; this time... no matter what, we cannot repeat the events of the past."

Hearing this, Yu Yaonu fell silent.

After a long while, she said in a hoarse voice: "I understand."

"Yaonu, there are many things in life that do not go as one wishes.

We Beast Masters, while seemingly powerful, are actually just small boats in a vast ocean, drifting with the waves and driven by the wind.

Only by becoming stronger, only by winning the God Game, do we have the qualifications to truly control our own destiny.

Yaonu, you must know that you represent more than just yourself.

The resources you cultivate with, and your growth to this day, rely on the support of the world and the daily hard work of countless ordinary people at the bottom.

The end of the world is coming, yet those ordinary people do not indulge in dissipation; instead, they work without complaint, using their own hands to do things that might seem insignificant to us.

Why do they do this?

Because they believe that we can help them resist the fierce beasts, help them block Red Pupil, and win the God Game!

We can bring hope to them, to their families, to their friends, and to their descendants.

We are their hope. Since we have accepted the gifts of this world and accepted their support, we should shoulder our responsibilities, rather than acting like a proud and arrogant exploiting class that treats the commoners at the bottom like cattle and horses, taking their contributions for granted.

Since you have become a Chosen One, you are no longer just yourself. You need to put aside your own self-interest and personal feelings to represent this world and the living beings of the dawn, and win the God Game for them!"

When all living things nurture one person, this person can no longer represent only one person, though... they could also still represent only one.

Hearing Banana Aunt's long-winded speech, a conflicted expression flashed across Yu Yaonu's face.

She thought of many people.

Over these hundred years, she had seen all kinds of people.

There were those at the very bottom, living in dark corners, yet always sunny and full of hope for the future.

There were also Beast Master officers fighting on the front lines, always the first to charge in every great battle.

Naturally, there were also those who feared death and those who indulged in dissipation.

"Banana Aunt, I... understand." Yu Yaonu's heart felt a sudden pang of pain.

Hearing this, Banana Aunt was quite gratified: "Yaonu, I know I am very selfish to pressure you with the greater good, but with the world on the verge of destruction, everything else must be set aside. The only thing you should do is become a qualified Chosen One and kill the enemies in the God Game."

Yu Aunt looked at Yu Yaonu, a trace of helplessness flashing in her eyes as well.

Supreme Heavenly Palace.

The Vermilion Bird Saint Lord wore a red dress, her temperament ethereal as an immortal. Seven purple-gold gourds hung from her waist. She sat upon a high platform, her brows and eyes like a painting, appearing like a fairy descended to the mortal world.

As her sleeves fluttered, the surrounding space seemed to be enveloped by her aura; clouds drifted and moved without wind, as if in a fairyland.

Her beautiful eyes swept over the crowd, cold as ten-thousand-year black ice, like an empress from above the Nine Heavens looking down upon all living beings.

Everyone swept by the Vermilion Bird Saint Lord's gaze felt fear in their eyes.

The Vermilion Bird Saint Lord sat alone on the high platform, yet deep in her eyes was a trace of deep disappointment.

"Saint Master... are you really not coming to see Xiao Hong'er?"

The Vermilion Bird Saint Lord's memories traversed a thousand years, and she remembered vaguely.

The heavy rain poured down, ten thousand beasts filled the sky; looking out, they were all terrifying beasts with hideous faces.

In the past, the Holy Palace was attacked by an army of ten thousand beasts, which trampled a world flat.

That towering figure appeared, forming a sword with one finger; then one saw mountains and rivers shatter, heaven and earth crack, and the ten thousand beasts routed.

Yet that upright figure remained calm and indifferent.

The Saint Master did not take action many times, but every time was a great victory.

The thought that the Saint Master was powerful and invincible had long been rooted in the young girl's heart.

She had no father since she was small, and had always regarded the Saint Master as a father-like existence.

As she gradually grew up, the gaze she cast upon the Saint Master held, in addition to awe, a trace of admiration.

The seven purple-gold gourds hanging at her waist were also birthday gifts given to her by the Saint Master.

She vaguely remembered that when the Saint Master retired, he had patted her head and said: "Xiao Hong'er, on the day of your coming-of-age ceremony, I will appear and bring you the gift you like."

At this moment, she forgot her identity as the Vermilion Bird Saint Lord, and only considered herself that little girl who relied on the Saint Master for everything.

However, in the Supreme Heavenly Palace, she had not sensed any information about the Saint Master.

The Vermilion Bird Saint Lord could not hide the disappointment in her heart.

"Vermilion Bird Saint Lord, when will Brother Zhou arrive?" At this time, an old man with a kind face spoke.

This person was the Palace Master of the Yuan Palace, Qianyuanzi.

He looked at the Vermilion Bird Saint Lord and said with a chuckle.

The Yuan Palace Palace Master was the oldest person in the Beast Master Great World; it was rumored he had already lived over ten million years.

"Zhou Buqu has to guard the front line, so he will arrive a bit later," the Vermilion Bird Saint Lord said.

"Sigh, these years have relied entirely on Brother Zhou to hold on; otherwise, who knows what the Beast Master Great World would look like?" Qianyuanzi said.

Above the Saint Domain of the Beast Master Great World, only a few people remained.

Most of these people were in secluded cultivation.

Only the Imperial Palace Palace Master, Zhou Buqu, still continued to command the Beast Master legions, fighting on the very front line.

Therefore, Zhou Buqu had also become the idol in the hearts of all Beast Masters in the Beast Master Great World.

"Qianyuanzi, Vermilion Bird Saint Lord, we are merely each performing our own duties."

At this time, a hearty voice came.

Qianyuanzi immediately stood up: "Brother Zhou, we haven't met for several hundred years."

The speaker was none other than the Imperial Palace Palace Master, Zhou Buqu.

He wore a suit of iron armor covered in rust, and a dense, murderous aura radiated from his body.

The Beast Masters in the Supreme Heavenly Palace saw the newcomer, and their gazes all became fanatical, with expressions of awe as well.

"Greetings to the Imperial Palace Palace Master!"

All the Beast Masters shouted in unison, their voices like waves, one after another.

Zhou Buqu was the spiritual leader of the Beast Master Great World, and also its banner, representing the unyielding will of the Beast Master Great World.

And Zhou Buqu was also the firmest supporter of the War Faction.

Once, among Zhou Buqu's subordinates, a Saint Domain powerhouse was slain by Zhou Buqu's own hand, precisely because that person harbored thoughts of fleeing.

The Vermilion Bird Saint Lord looked at Zhou Buqu and saw the shadow of the Saint Master upon him; she parted her red lips slightly: "Since you have arrived, then let Brother Zhou announce... the God Game."

Qianyuanzi also looked at Zhou Buqu.

Zhou Buqu should be the common leader of the Human Race for this generation.

Zhou Buqu scanned the people below, his voice like a rolling bell: "The God Game... will begin in one hundred years!"

Once these words were spoken, the entire Supreme Heavenly Palace was permeated with a murderous atmosphere.

The God Game was finally about to begin.

The survival of humanity was entirely tied to the God Game.

The time given to humanity was not much either.

"A hundred years..."

"One hundred years, it is enough."

"Many mortals only have a lifespan of sixty years in their entire lives."

"Red Pupil must be destroyed!"

"The Human Race must win!"

Zhou Buqu scanned the crowd and continued: "The Supreme Heavenly Palace will hold a ten-year Path of the Chosen One; anyone who crosses the Path of the Chosen One shall be a Chosen One.

Our Human Race territory, the nine million worlds of the Human Race, will all do their utmost to provide for the Chosen Ones to fight on behalf of our Human Race and win the God Game!"

The people on the scene had solemn expressions, with tragic heroism and excitement in their eyes.

The God Game concerned not the survival of one world, but countless worlds.

A hundred years later, whether it is life or death will be revealed.

"This God Game, the one fighting on behalf of Red Pupil... will be a Black Dragon," suddenly, Zhou Buqu said something shocking.

The Vermilion Bird Saint Lord and Qianyuanzi's expressions remained normal.

The people below, however, had varied expressions.

"What, a Black Dragon?"

"It's not Red Pupil anymore?"

"What is going on?"

"We Beast Masters have been restricted everywhere dealing with Red Pupil; changing to a different enemy is a good thing for us."

"That's not right, although we cannot deal with Red Pupil, we know Red Pupil inside and out."

"Suddenly changing to a new enemy, who knows if Red Pupil has some conspiracy!"

The crowd at the scene discussed it one after another, expressing different opinions.

At this moment, the Azure Dragon Saint Lord stepped forward: "Palace Master Zhou, does that black dragon have any characteristics?"

In the Great Beast-Taming World, although one can tame ten thousand beasts, no true dragon has ever appeared.

There are only Pet Beasts that contain a thin trace of Dragon Blood.

Except for the Azure Dragon from several thousand years ago.

That was the first dragon to appear in the Great Beast-Taming World, and that dragon became the Azure Dragon Saint Lord.

And ever since then, Azure Dragon Pet Beasts have appeared in the world.

Now, their enemy will be a black dragon; as the Azure Dragon Saint Lord, he is naturally very curious.

"That black dragon holds the power of destruction, feeds on the Heavenly Dao, and devours all realms," Zhou Buqu said, his face solemn.

The others heard this and were also shocked beyond measure.

"Feeding on the Heavenly Dao... the difficulty of dealing with this black dragon is no less than Red Pupil."

"It seems this black dragon is a helper found by Red Pupil.

The black dragon devours the Heavenly Dao, Red Pupil annexes all living things.

Both are the root of world destruction!"

"So what? In this God Game, we have no way out; we must win."

"We must win."

However, just at this moment, suddenly, a surging aura swept over.

In the southernmost part of the Supreme Heavenly Palace, a vast and peerless aura permeated, then suddenly exploded.

It was as if a great battle had occurred there.

The people at the scene had strange expressions, feeling extremely astonished.

"What happened?"

"What is going on?"

"Why is there a great battle there?"

"With this level of fluctuation, could it be above the Saint Domain?"

"Who is so bold as to cause trouble in the Supreme Heavenly Palace?"

Qianyuanzi saw this, his expression remaining normal: "Everyone, do not be alarmed.

This battle is our Great Beast-Taming World's two Supreme Elders surrounding and Slaying the Ancient God of Pale Pupil."

"What? The Supreme Elders have taken action!"

"Ancient God of Pale Pupil, what is going on?"

Many people showed confusion, clearly not knowing what had happened.

Qianyuanzi flicked his horsetail whisk: "Pale Pupil colluded with Red Pupil; he is truly a dark agent of Red Pupil and must be executed."

"What, Pale Pupil is a dark agent of Red Pupil?"

"No wonder this Pale Pupil was able to Slay Red Pupil; there really was something strange!"

"Red Pupil is detestable, using Pale Pupil to disrupt us; he should be killed!"

These people were filled with righteous indignation and high spirits.

Not long after, a rain of blood fell from the south, which announced the fall of the Ancient God.

The people at the scene were all in high spirits.

The pressure of the God Game in a hundred years seemed to have diminished a lot because of this victory.

On the field, many people whispered to each other.

"Thousands of years ago, the failure of the God Game was caused by traitors.

Now that the internal traitors have been eliminated, this God Game will surely be won!"

"Right, without traitors, our Great Beast-Taming World will work together and will surely be able to win in the God Game!"

However, there were also those who were not without worry.

"A thousand years ago, we had five Saints; now, we... only have the Vermilion Bird Saint Lord alone."

The rules of the God Game state that living beings over ten thousand years of age cannot participate.

In the last God Game, the five Saint Lords of the Holy Palace were all above the Saint Domain.

Now, however, there is only one above the Saint Domain.

Even though many powerhouses later became Chosen Ones and their strength soared, reaching above the Saint Domain is still extremely difficult.

The expressions of the people on the field became solemn again.

Compared with the last God Game, the foundation of the Great Beast-Taming World is much thinner.

The last time was a failure, let alone this time.

And at this time, the Vermilion Bird Saint Lord's gaze suddenly looked toward the south.

The blood rain danced, seemingly declaring an ominous omen.

(End of this chapter)