Chapter 1914: What Are the Conditions?

At that moment, the crowd came to an astounding realization—the first emperor of the Black Sun Empire was wary of the Dragon God!

The first emperor of the Black Sun Empire led a powerful army of a thousand ninth-transformation Great Yin Demons, yet he was still wary of the Dragon God Formation. They could hardly imagine how profound the Ancient Dragon God Palace's foundation truly was!

Nanming Ruyue murmured softly, "In the past, I always thought the Ancient Dragon God Palace was just slightly stronger than us, but looking at it now, that is clearly not the case..."

"Old Fifth, today can be considered as taking you out to see the world," Chen Enxue smiled. "Otherwise, why do you think every faction in the Shenwang Realm has to give face to the Ancient Dragon God Palace?"

Nanming Ruyue wore a bitter smile, but what worried him even more was that now that the situation had turned out like this, what kind of role could the Enlightenment God Palace play in it? He could not help but transmit his voice to express the worries in his heart.

Wang Ye, who had been very silent all this time, said calmly, "If we cannot play any role at all, should we choose to look out only for ourselves? In the end, we would still have to die; it is just the difference between a sharp knife and a blunt knife. I am unwilling to be slowly ground to death by a blunt knife."

A trace of a smile appeared in Wang Ye's eyes as he looked at the two opposing sides. "If we must die, I would rather die a worthy, swift, and pleasant death."

"Old Second, you really know how to talk. What's all this about dying? Who said we are bound to die today?" Chen Enxue sneered. She turned her gaze toward Ghost Mother Hua Zizai and King of Yin Mountain. "We still have two Yin Demon Kings on our side, and hasn't Old Ninth always had a ninth transformation protecting him?

"Besides, what stands behind Old Ninth? It is the Yang Gods. Those Yang Gods have not even shown their faces yet, which is exactly what the first emperor of the Black Sun Empire meant when he said the people eating the meal haven't all arrived. Once they have all gathered, we can look at the situation again; we might not necessarily have no chance of winning."

Spurred by her words, everyone's spirits were lifted, and the gloom in their hearts cleared up a bit.

"Since you insist on waiting until everyone coming to the table has arrived, then I'll give you that opportunity. At least you'll die knowing exactly why."

The Dragon God chuckled and flew toward Fang Chen's side with his massive Formation.

The cultivators of the Enlightenment God Palace tensed up. Fortunately, the Ancient Dragon God Palace could be considered to be standing on the side of the Human Race now, making them allies. As the Dragon God Formation slowly approached, everyone felt the pressure becoming clearer and clearer. Sweat broke out across their backs.

Xie Aman took a step forward and cupped her hands in salute. "Senior Dragon God."

At the same time, King of Yin Mountain and Ghost Mother Hua Zizai also drew closer to this side. Abbess Qinghe even stood right in front of Fang Chen, tilting her head up to look at the Dragon God Formation before her with a curious gaze.

"I have nothing to say to you people from the Enlightenment God Palace. You have stolen quite a few things from the Ancient Dragon God Palace. We haven't even settled that account with you yet," the Dragon God said calmly.

Many people looked at each other in dismay.

So the relationship between the Enlightenment God Palace and the Ancient Dragon God Palace was not very good?

Even many core disciples of the Enlightenment God Palace found it strange. Xie Aman seemed to know some inside information, and upon hearing this, she could only give a bitter smile.

The Dragon God's gaze landed on Fang Chen, and he smiled faintly. "Monarch Fang, if you hadn't been exposed to the world by the half-step Heavenly Dao of the Demon Race back then, I really wouldn't have known that Monarch Yan's inheritance had already fallen into someone's hands. If you were given a bit more time—just a few thousand years—you would have been able to conquer the Floating Pagoda Realm and rebuild the order of the Underworld."

The Ghost Immortals of various factions fell into a bit of an uproar. They did not expect the Dragon God to hold Monarch Fang in such high regard.

Could a junior really accomplish something that even the Motian Division had failed to achieve over countless years?

If the first emperor of the Black Sun Empire had not appeared, perhaps they would still think that whoever mastered the Eighteen Heavens Prison Tower could control the Underworld. But now, that powerful army of Golden Immortals belonging to the first emperor of the Black Sun Empire was still present on the field. Why would the Dragon God hold Monarch Yan in such high regard? Was it just because of the Monarch Yan Seal and the Eighteen Heavens Prison Tower that might fall into his hands?

Fang Chen smiled faintly. "You praise me too highly. The Underworld is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Even if I were given tens of thousands of years, I might not necessarily be able to sort out these interwoven relationships, let alone rebuild the order."

"You naturally cannot do it alone, but what about those behind your back?" The Dragon God smiled faintly. "If you intend to take the Eighteen Heavens Prison Tower, I can help you this time."

Xie Aman and the others looked at each other, their eyes brightening slightly.

The Ghost Immortals from the Upper Three Realms were taken aback. If that was the case, this Eighteen Heavens Prison Tower had actually already been internally decided by these existences.

Did that mean they had really come all this way this time without being able to reap a single benefit?

"Perhaps... it is time to choose a side. If we wait any longer... it would be too late..." murmured Elder Heiyu softly.

Her voice entered the ears of the group of elder Ghost Immortals, drawing them into deep thought.

The gaze of the first emperor of the Black Sun Empire became incomparably sharp. If looks could kill, the Dragon God would have been hacked into thousands of pieces. However, the Dragon God paid him no heed. He continued looking at Fang Chen with a faint smile.

Fang Chen's smile faded, replaced by a serious look. "What are the conditions?"

He didn't even use honorifics anymore.

At that moment, everyone finally felt as if they were seeing the true Monarch Yan who ruled over the Underworld—someone who had the qualifications to stand on equal footing with any existence of the Nine Realms.

The Dragon God smiled faintly. "I do have my conditions. Today I represent the Ancient Dragon God Palace in making a pact with you. I can help you control the Eighteen Heavens Prison Tower. And in return, you must preserve a single thread of hope for the survival of my race."

A look of shock crossed the crowd's faces. Even the first emperor of the Black Sun Empire looked at the Dragon God was clearly taken aback?

The majestics Dragon God of the Ancient Dragon God Palace wanted the not-yet-matured Monarch Yan to leave his race a single thread of survival?

Fang Chen's expression shifted slightly. "What do you mean by this?"

The Dragon God smiled, a glint in his eyes. "You know what I mean."

"Perhaps I do." Fang Chen nodded. "I agree to this condition. Do we need to ask the Ten Thousand Star Palace for a contract?"

The leading Ghost Immortal of the Ten Thousand Star Palace immediately showed an embarrassed expression. How could the contracts they produced possibly be qualified to bear the signatures of a man who might very well be the strongest ninth-transformation cultivator in the Nine Realms and Monarch Yan of the Underworld?

"What need is there for a contract? You are Monarch Yan. I naturally trust you."

The corner of the Dragon God's mouth rose. He then swept a cold glance toward the first emperor of the Black Sun Empire. "In the past, what qualification did this little thing have to act presumptuously before me? Let him be arrogant for a moment today."

Fang Chen's thoughts shifted slightly, and he seriously sized up the Dragon God a few more times. In his heart, he was not entirely sure whether the one before him could possibly be that Saint Long. Back then, when the God Race was targeted, it seemed that Saint Long was also implicated.

Back then, the methods of that Saint Long were probably already no weaker than a Realm Lord. If even he had to fall to the point of fleeing for his life together with the Human Race, then the struggle between these factions must be terrifyingly brutal.

Fang Chen's thoughts were quickly interrupted by the Dragon God.

"I presume all of you heard that? The Ancient Dragon God Palace supports Monarch Yan in regaining control of the Underworld's great authority. What are your intentions?"

The dragon eyes, deep as an abyss, slowly swept across the group of Ghost Immortals. The invisible pressure made them feel a sense of suffocation.