Chapter 1534 - 1524: A New Crisis

Chapter 1534: Chapter 1524: A New Crisis

Fate’s Kingdom!

The Dark Lord narrowed his pupils sharply upon hearing this.

Perhaps for others, the concept of Fate’s Kingdom is unfamiliar, but he had once read an ancient book that enlightened him on its terrifying nature.

Evading Destiny!

Molding the Child of Fortune!

Within the endless cosmos, and even beyond, Fate’s Kingdom is a rare and fearsome entity.

"Are you certain?"

After a moment of silence, the Dark Lord asked solemnly.

If the Qin Dynasty is truly Fate’s Kingdom, then his plans against it would need adjustment.

"Pretty much so!"

The Sage was also uncertain, pondering, "But the power of the Qin Dynasty is indeed eerie; even the Doctrinal Book can’t possibly elevate the Qin Dynasty to such formidable strength!"

"Moreover, the nine Martial Artists of the Causality Realm of the Qin Dynasty don’t resemble living beings!"

"Rather, they seem to be some sort of divine entity!"

Mentioning the deities of the Nine Provinces Cauldron, a glimmer of dread passed through the Sage’s eyes.

He didn’t fear Gui Guzi, Mohist, and the others.

But sensed a lethal threat from the deities of the Nine Provinces Cauldron.

The Dark Lord closed his eyes, a sense of urgency brewing within him. Before this, he had already paid considerable attention to the Qin Dynasty — a force that unified the lower and intermediate cosmos groups within a mere millennium was anything but ordinary.

But that was all.

To the mighty of the higher and ultimate cosmos, the beings within the intermediate and lower cosmos groups seemed like uncivilized barbarians, the disparity was immense.

But now, the Qin Dynasty becoming the legendary Fate’s Kingdom holds vastly different significance.

In the vast cosmos, the most likely threat to the Dark Sanctuary is not the Dao Saint Temple left by the Doctrinal Book’s master, nor the wealth-capable Immortal Treasure Pavilion, but the Qin Dynasty rising from obscurity.

Fate’s Kingdom!

Endows the Qin Dynasty with all possibilities.

"No way!"

"I must not fail!"

"This threat from the Qin Dynasty must be eliminated quickly!"

The Dark Lord opened his eyes suddenly, a keen murderous intent flashing across them. For the sake of the Dark Sanctuary’s dominion, the Qin Dynasty must be eradicated.

Anything obstructing the Dark Sanctuary has to die.

Merciless!

This is the mindset a ruler must possess.

Like a saying in mundane nations: when a king demands a subject’s death, the subject must die.

Is this praise for the loyalty of the subjects?

No!

Not at all!

Another implication of this saying is the king’s ruthlessness.

As long as the king believes the subject is guilty, the subject must die even if innocent.

In the world of martial arts, this saying applies as well.

When the strong believe the weak should die, the weak will surely perish.

Now.

The Dark Lord believes the Qin Dynasty is a threat, believes Qin Wudao should die, so he will spare no effort to annihilate the Qin Dynasty and kill Qin Wudao.

No ruthlessness, no standing in this world.

"Sage, return now, mobilize all strong forces..."

The Dark Lord turned toward the Cloud Sky Palace, thinking of Qin Wudao without protection, his murderous intent growing wildly, ultimately turning into action.

He wants to slay the dragon!

The Qin Dynasty must not rise!

...

Cloud Sky Palace.

Qin Wudao arrived at the exit, standing beneath four statues, hands behind him, quietly waiting.

He was waiting for someone.

Waiting for Xiaoqi!

Also waiting for the culprit who pushed him into the abyss!

Yuwen Chengdu sat beneath one of the statues, glancing up at it; he always felt these statues were alive, yet he had no evidence.

After observing for a while.

The four statues remained motionless.

Yuwen Chengdu reluctantly closed his eyes, began studying the celestial inheritance, and within his palm appeared strands of the Power of Time, constantly being crushed, reformed, then crushed again...

Repeatedly, as if the Power of Time held enmity against him.

The inadvertently revealed power made Qin Wudao tremble in fear, silently moving further away.

He originally thought the gap between him and the notable figures of Huaxia had significantly narrowed, but spending time with Yuwen Chengdu made him realize he needed some more settling time.

Time flew by.

Only two days remained until the Cloud Sky Palace closed.

Gradually, several prodigies began heading out.

Qin Wudao focused his attention, waiting, hoping.

Not far, a few prodigies from the Ten Thousand Slaughter Hall walked together, chatting and laughing, evidently having gained quite a bit during their journey.

Yet among them, only one seemed out of place, listening to his companions’ conversation without speaking, and a trace of disdain leaked from his heart.

"Lin Yun, why aren’t you talking? Didn’t get anything at all, did you!"

At this moment, a prodigy chuckled and said.

"Just unlucky!"

The silent prodigy paused, feigned a lost look, and shook his head.

In truth, he was secretly gloating.

He was the one who pushed Qin Wudao into the abyss.

The direct disciple of the Grand Hall’s elder.

His cultivation reached the Peak of the Molding Dao Realm.

Moreover, he possessed uniquely unrecognized Divine Skills, able to manifest clones identical to himself.

The figure that lured Qin Wudao to the cliff was his clone.

While he hid in the shadows, waiting for Qin Wudao to take the bait, then shattered the cliff, causing Qin Wudao to fall into the abyss.

Thinking of the Viceroy who unified the lower and intermediate cosmos dying at his hand, he secretly delighted.

Of course, what thrilled him was the reward for killing Qin Wudao.

Enough to make him break through to the Three Knowledge Realm.

Thus, Lin Yun did not partake in the group’s discussion, feeling he was the hidden tycoon who only needed a subtle move to reach his division’s limit.

Thinking of this, he lifted his head, quickening his pace.

This left the companions dumbstruck.

What’s up?

Being so arrogant even without obtaining treasures?

However.

Before Lin Yun could move further, his steps abruptly halted, his expression stiffened, eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

What did he see?

Qin Wudao!

The living Qin Wudao!

"How is this possible?"

"Master said there are mysterious prohibitions in the abyss, sealing the cultivation of Martial Artists below the Three Knowledge Realm, with countless powerful divine generals, and even Causality Realm Martial Artists falling in suffer horrific fates!"

"How could he emerge alive?"

Lin Yun’s lips twitched, his mood becoming complex.

"What’s wrong?"

A disciple from the Ten Thousand Slaughter Hall asked.

"Nothing!"

Lin Yun took a deep breath, stabilized his emotions, and pretended to walk casually amidst the crowd.

He knew he couldn’t show any flaw, otherwise he would die without a doubt.

Soon.

Lin Yun grew closer to Qin Wudao, and as the distance closed, his heart reached his throat.

The fierce one who emerged from the abyss — he considered himself no match.

Don’t get discovered!

Don’t get discovered!

Don’t get discovered...

Lin Yun prayed silently, filled with anxiety.

Finally, he brushed shoulders with Qin Wudao, not showing any anomaly.

Yet, as Lin Yun thought the matter was settled, Qin Wudao’s calm voice suddenly sounded: "Are you surprised to see me alive?"

"Why not greet me?"

The voice was neither loud nor soft, but distinctly cold.

Even the disciples of the Ten Thousand Slaughter Hall felt as if they were standing in a frozen cavern.