Chapter 752

"I never expected you to return from hell, only to have forgotten everything."

Di Shitian, hidden within the profound ice, saw that the God of Immortal Life was not only bald but had also forgotten everything, and couldn't help saying,

"You're bald, and you're stupid!"

"Damn it!"

If this weren't the central command tent of Mu Huali, the God of Immortal Life would have immediately unleashed his aura and clashed with Di Shitian.

"Who are you? State your name!"

"I am Di Shitian, servant of the Great Dragon Chief of the Qinglong Society!"

Compared to the title of guest advisor of the Qinglong Society, Di Shitian actually prefers being called the Great Dragon Chief's servant.

After all, it matters who you serve.

That man is the number one taboo of the Nine Provinces, a marvel no one can even hope to match!

Would an ordinary person be worthy of serving such a man?

"Di Shitian…"

Everyone, except the God of Immortal Life, was shaken to their core.

Di Shitian founded Tianmen in Yunzhou and wandered the mortal world for a thousand years.

These deeds had long spread to every corner of the Nine Provinces after Yunzhou's return.

Though he was humiliated and forced into servitude by Ximen Wudi, who drove him into Tianmen.

But as I said before, how many people in the world are worthy of the Great Dragon Chief's personal visit?

"I don't recognize you!"

The God of Immortal Life actually knew the name Di Shitian, but truly did not recognize him.

After becoming the Left State Advisor of Dayuan, Dayuan's intelligence was fully open to him.

Moreover, Tie Muzhen and others had, intentionally or not, informed him of several powerful experts in the Qinglong Society.

"Alright! It seems you really are stupid."

Di Shitian couldn't help laughing, then added,

"But I am genuinely curious: you fell into the Eighteen Layers of Hell, doomed to eternal damnation.

Your physical body was destroyed.

Yet how did you return, become young again, and even grow stronger?"

After the battle on Divine Dragon Island, when Di Shitian and the other two returned to Qinglong Peak,

they naturally received further mission rewards for completing their task.

Their strength received another slight boost.

Originally, upon hearing that the God of Immortal Life had taken the alias "Monk Changsheng" and appeared in Dayuan as its Left State Advisor,

Di Shitian and Xiao Aoshi still found it unbelievable.

But today, seeing him, they realized that though the God of Immortal Life had lost his memory,

his cultivation level had, imperceptibly, surpassed even what it was on Divine Dragon Island.

But how could this be?

At their level of cultivation,

even a slight advancement is exceedingly rare.

For someone like the God of Immortal Life to leap an entire tier in power,

it would require decades of arduous cultivation—or training under an unparalleled master like Ximen Wudi!

Time is insufficient, so it must be the second possibility.

But aside from Ximen Wudi, could there be another master of equal stature?

The thought made Di Shitian find it utterly absurd.

One Ximen Wudi in the mortal world was already beyond Di Shitian's expectations.

If another emerged, Di Shitian could not even imagine it.

"So it was you who destroyed my body!"

Though his memories were erased, the scenes from the Eighteen Layers of Hell—the endless battles with demons—

returned to him in dreams, vivid as if still before his eyes.

Now hearing it was Di Shitian who cast him into hell, he flew into a rage,

"If you have the courage, come fight me in the ten-thousand-li sky."

Without looking back, the God of Immortal Life stormed out of the tent.

This time, he did not vanish with his overwhelming cultivation to mock them—clearly, his fury was genuine.

Di Shitian also found it strange: previously, the God of Immortal Life had regarded human lives as grass.

He had once treated his five hundred divine servants as mere pawns to fight the monsters on Divine Dragon Island.

He felt no sorrow when they died or were wounded.

Even his disciples, the Divine Generals, and Miss Xue Yuan, were no different to him.

Yet now, upon returning, he was not only bald—he had begun to care about others' lives.

At least he now cared about the lives of Dayuan's generals and its court cultivators.

A single rebirth could reshape a person's character—how bizarre.

Di Shitian found it amusing: on Divine Dragon Island, he himself had once fought the God of Immortal Life in the ten-thousand-li sky.

He had used profound ice to freeze everything, suppressing even the God of Immortal Life's domain techniques.

Yet the God of Immortal Life had used the Divine Stone and turned defeat into victory.

Now once again, he was about to face a battle ten thousand zhang up in the sky.

It was just that the divine stone had now been placed back beneath Lei Fengta — could this old bald donkey really have other tricks up his sleeve?

Having thought this much, Di Shitian no longer wished to linger here any longer.

"Hall Master May, I'll take my leave first."

Logically speaking, one of Di Shitian's dual identities — that of a guest minister — was actually on equal footing with Hall Master May.

At times, he could even sit and discuss the Dao with the Dragon Head.

It was just that Hall Master May was no ordinary hall master, but the most trusted among the Great Dragon Head's confidants.

All those peerless beauties filling the courtyard of the Qinglong Shanzhuang had been brought back by May himself.

Di Shitian was no fool; he naturally knew that Li Canghai's identity was no trivial matter.

"Safe travels, Mr."

Li Canghai actually rose — a rare occurrence — and gave Di Shitian a bow.

Only then did the Xuanbing abruptly vanish, and the icy atmosphere throughout the great tent gradually dispersed.

"Huu…"

A host of Great Yuan generals and consecrators, including Long Xiang Seng and Mu Huali, could not help but let out long breaths.

While Di Shitian was present, he had not, in fact, targeted anyone there.

Yet the bone-chilling aura of that Xuanbing had filled the entire great tent.

Everyone could clearly feel that, beneath that chilling aura, they had no secrets left to hide.

Now that Di Shitian was gone, they naturally relaxed somewhat.

"Enough! Long Xiang, are you choosing to take your own life?"

Li Canghai gave them no time to catch their breath, and immediately turned to ask Long Xiang Seng again.

Long Xiang Seng was about to answer when Mu Huali stepped forward and said,

"Master Long Xiang is a nation-protecting consecrator of Great Yuan, a virtuous Gao Seng of Ming Wang Si.

How could he be made to take his own life here over a single word from Hall Master May?"

If he truly took his own life over a single word from Li Canghai,

then Great Yuan would have no need to shout any slogans about dealing with the Qinglong Society in the future.

After all, your very own nation-protecting consecrator had already taken his own life.

Let alone anyone else?

"Good!"