Chapter 333: Pulling the Firewood from Under the Pot!

I really want to damn my mother!

Absurd?

It's sheer absurdity, opening the mother of absurdity's door—

Absurd to the max!

Whoever's ancestors are richer, who gets the misfortune now?

Is this the so‑called rich tax?

Where's the logic?!

Su Ming, irritated, tugged at his hair, his gaze gloomy.

"The balance of this broken game..."

"It's truly like shit!"

He seemed to have understood.

This is nothing like a fair competition.

Clearly it's a directed demolition against ancient civilized nations!

"Got it?"

Beside him, Li Lao suddenly slammed his large hand onto the table.

The impact sent tea splashing everywhere.

"Those small, shallow countries, at most they bring in a few rats, just step on them to kill them."

"Sakura Country is the kind where the household keeps a pack of mad dogs; when the chain snaps, they bite their own people first."

"And us..."

Li Lao pointed at the blue bricks under his feet, then at the unseen sky overhead.

His voice was oddly trembling.

"What sits beneath our behinds..."

"are countless active volcanoes that could erupt at any moment!"

Li Lao sprang to his feet, his murderous aura surging.

"Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, Hundred Schools of Thought, Heavenly Court and Underworld, Mountain-and-Sea Exotic Beasts..."

"Kid, you dare to imagine?"

"If Journey to the West weren't a myth, but a monster encyclopedia."

"If the Eighteen Levels of Hell truly reopened in the physical world."

"If the monsters in the Classic of Mountains and Seas, each capable of devouring a mountain, broke their seals..."

He waved his hand toward the endless night beyond the courtyard, spitting saliva that flew like stars.

"Then it wouldn't be called a disaster."

"That is..."

"Apocalypse!"

"Ha!"

Su Ming couldn't hold back and laughed.

Just laughing out of sheer anger!

His mind buzzed, as if tangled with a knot of chaos.

The imagery was so intense it was suffocating.

Not even mentioning the Three Purities and the like.

Even if Sun Wukong or Xing Tian of that caliber came out for a walk...

Even his current build would probably be just a slap's worth.

The dungeon difficulty here in Dragon Country...

Swap to any other nation, they'd probably hit GG right at the start!

This damn thing is a totally unsolvable, certain‑death mode!

"Now you understand the situation?"

Chen Rang's voice rang out at the right moment, pulling Su Ming back from his collapsing mental ramble.

He steadily poured Su Ming another cup of Dragon Spine.

"Because our foundation is so strong, even a trace of our aura..."

"will create the most terrifying forbidden zone!"

"To prevent this from happening."

"We, the few undying old ones, turned ourselves into nails, nailed firmly onto those soon‑to‑burst‑out guys."

"Thus, we barely secured this false peace outside."

Chen Rang lifted his head, his gaze profound.

"But now..."

"As I just said, I can't hold on much longer."

"At most, maybe another two months!"

"If I die, the cursed dragon I've locked will go completely out of control."

"Then the current balance of Dragon Country will collapse instantly."

"The first wave of mythic revival that's been striking the seal..."

"Will tear a gaping wound in our hinterland!"

Su Ming fell silent.

Or rather.

The air in the courtyard seemed to solidify, pressing so hard that one could barely breathe.

This is a countdown.

And also a sharp sword hanging over everyone's heads!

"So…"

Su Ming lifted his eyelids, the golden glint in his eyes already dimmed.

"You brought me here to have me take over?"

"If that's the case, I advise you to give up early."

Su Ming answered cleanly and decisively, without any hesitation.

"I'm a life‑cherisher, very ordinary, not that noble."

"You want me to become, like you, a vessel that's neither human nor ghost, locked up in this dilapidated courtyard until death?"

"Sorry, I can't take this job, nor do I want to."

That's the truth.

He still has many things undone and many puzzles unsolved.

He's not here to be a hermit or a martyr.

"Hahaha!"

Upon hearing this ruthless refusal.

Li Lao, instead of getting angry, burst into another hearty laugh.

"Kid! That's honest enough! No hypocrisy!"

"If you kept saying yes, I'd suspect you have ulterior motives!"

"Rest assured!"

Beside them, Zhao Lao adjusted his glasses on his nose, the lenses flashing.

"That kind of grueling task isn't yours to shoulder."

"Your methods are too reckless to sit on this cold bench."

"We won't let you be a shield."

Chen Rang took over the conversation, leaning forward slightly.

In those murky old eyes, two terrifying flashes of spirit light suddenly erupted.

"The reason we summoned you is to make you a knife!"

"A blade… that can, for us, cut off those budding tumors before they emerge!"

The hidden dagger appears!

Su Ming narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Be specific: what do you want me to do? What will I gain?"

Chen Rang inhaled deeply.

From the inner pocket of his Zhongshan suit, he pulled out a tiger tally stained with mottled copper rust.

Snap.

It struck the stone table.

"In many places, our people can handle it!"

"Only this place, we aren't confident…"

"Chang'an."

Those simple two characters carried a palpable weight of history.

"There, according to our specialists' monitoring…"

"A major problem is about to erupt!"

"Compared to the Wuhou Shrine you encountered in Jin Cheng, it's only stronger, not weaker…"

"Hmm?"

"Wuhou Shrine?"

Su Ming's expression flickered, his eyelid twitched.

That time, he met the Chancellor, met Jiang Wei, and met Zhao Yun!

If it weren't for those Shu Han heroes who inherently carried the attribute of benevolence and righteousness, they would have been considerate to a junior like him…

That truly wouldn't be a nine‑in‑a‑hundred chance of survival.

It would be ten deaths with no life!

If we say it's truly only stronger, not weaker…

Then this Chang'an…

Chen Rang pointed to the ground, then looked at Su Ming.

The two locked eyes.

The next moment, Su Ming's expression shifted sharply, a coldness surging up.

"That position…"

"Chang'an…"

"What the hell is this…"

Just as expected.

Chen Rang spoke again.

"That eternal emperor..."

"His coffin lid is about to give way!"

Silence.

Su Ming swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his throat so dry it seemed to smoke.

Although he had a suspicion in his heart.

But hearing it with his own ears, he still felt it was far from the grand script.

"You mean..."

"First Emperor's Tomb?!"

"Zu Long is about to fake a corpse?!"

"Yes!"

Chen Rang nodded, his expression solemn.

"Based on our calculations over the past few days, we can basically confirm it!"

"There, it will be the first super explosion point for the Myth's revival."

"Once the First Emperor's Tomb is fully activated, it will become an instance..."

"What emerges then will be more than just some clay‑molded Terracotta Army."

A hint of dread flashed in Chen Rang's eyes.

"It might even be the real Great Qin Black Armor!"

"It is the undead legion that swept the Six Kingdoms, standardized wheels and script, and suppressed an entire era!"

"The so‑called shadow soldiers? The so‑called hundred ghosts over at Xiao Yinghua?"

"In front of this army, they are just a bunch of weaned‑off children, beating stone with eggs!"

Saying that, Chen Rang stared intently at Su Ming, his tone grim.

"Therefore, we must send someone in before it fully erupts."

"Do everything possible to weaken, even resolve these instances in advance!"

"Cut off the source!"