Martial God Asura

Chapter 6414: The Man Who Calls Himself Emperor

Chapter 6414: The Man Who Calls Himself Emperor

Eighth Zhao’s order was quickly relayed.

Jie Mubai quickly interjected, “Lord Clan Chief, this is a rare opportunity. It isn’t easy for us to find this tombstone realm. I beseech you to think twice.”

“Master, our clan is acquainted with Chu Feng. I cannot avert my eyes when he needs help. If you aren’t in a rush, you're welcome to come with us. We’ll visit the remnant after we resolve Chu Feng’s quandary. Otherwise, I’m afraid we’ll have to part ways here. If fate allows, we’ll work together another day,” Eighth Zhao said.

“How regrettable.” Jie Mubai waved his sleeves and left.

Zhao Daobin called out, “Master, there is no need for us to rush. Not everyone wields means like yours to discover potential tombstones, and the Immemorial Cemetery is huge enough that it’ll be hard for others to come across this specific tombstone.”

“You’re right, Elder Zhao, but I chose to work with the Zhao Immortal Clan because of your strength and decisiveness. I thought you’d grasp every opportunity that comes your way. I’m surprised that the Zhao Immortal Clan’s Clan Chief would give up on this opportunity for Chu Feng. Perhaps our expectations do not align,” Jie Mubai said with a coercive tone.

He was issuing an ultimatum to the Zhao Immortal Clan—if they left now, he would never work with them ever again.

Eighth Zhao understood Jie Mubai’s threat, and he smiled. “Master, I understand your intention. Feel free to leave.”

Zhao Daobin decided to say no more. He had to respect their clan chief’s decision.

Jie Mubai harrumphed as he walked out of the palace and left the warship.

“Father, is it worth giving up on this opportunity for Chu Feng?” Zhao Tingxue asked.

“Opportunity? How big an opportunity can it be? If you ask me, Chu Feng is the biggest opportunity in the Immemorial Cemetery! There’s no point latching onto him like leeches when he doesn’t need us, but he must be in great trouble now that he’s actively seeking help. This is the perfect opportunity to sell him a favor. It’d be the equivalent of delivering charcoal to him in the dead of winter. Chu Feng will remember this favor,” Eighth Zhao said.

The Zhao Immortal Clansmen soon disappeared in the darkness.

Jie Mubai traveled alone toward the tombstone realm, but his complexion looked terrible.

“What kind of spell has Chu Feng cast on these people? All of them are going all out for him as if they are out of their minds!”

This didn’t make sense to him. Eighth Zhao should have been the kind of person who would prioritize his clan’s interests over all things else, yet he was choosing an outsider over his clan’s fortuitous encounter.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he felt.

Jie Mubai would have never reached out to the Zhao Immortal Clan if he were capable of claiming the fortuitous encounter alone. In any other circumstances, he would give in and go along with the Zhao Immortal Clan, but he couldn’t take losing to Chu Feng yet again.

Even though he was the one who chose to part ways with the Zhao Immortal Clan, he wasn’t confident of deciphering the tombstone realm by himself. It made him feel regret, and the more he regretted, the angrier he felt. However, his anger was not directed at himself but at Chu Feng.

“What’s the point of throwing a tantrum?” a voice suddenly echoed ahead of him.

Jie Mubai was taken aback.

It was a masculine voice. It didn’t sound old, but the accent didn’t sound like someone from the present era. The voice carried no oppressive might or energy, but it made Jie Mubai’s hair stand on end, and even his soul quivered in fear.

“Who are you?” Jie Mubai asked deferentially.

He realized the other party could be a formidable existence.

A divine, golden light that was at odds with the eerie Immemorial Cemetery suddenly appeared before him. It wasn’t particularly brilliant, but it filled one with hope. It was only the size of a bead at the very start, but as it revolved, it began to expand until it manifested into a gate.

A black talisman covered with a red, humanlike pattern floated out from the gate. It looked terrifying. Jie Mubai could tell just by looking at it that it was a powerful talisman.

“You’re an ambitious man, but your talent is limited. You won’t be able to reach the pinnacle of cultivation alone. You’d only be devoured by your ambitions. But if you submit to this emperor, your path will be smooth sailing. I am not fond of forcing others into submission. The choice is in your hands,” the man’s voice echoed from the golden light.

“Milord, may I know your name?” Jie Mubai hurriedly asked.

Not only was there no answer, but the golden light dissipated as well. However, the black talisman in his hand made it clear what had just happened wasn’t his imagination.

“He calls himself ‘emperor’?” Jie Mubai looked conflicted.

He understood the weight of this title. Had it been anyone else, he would have shrugged it off as an empty title. But the person’s voice itself was worthy of the title.

This could be an immensely fortuitous encounter, and the black talisman was the crux of it.

But he was conflicted.

As a world spiritist, he could sense the peculiarity of the talisman paper. Activating the talisman paper would awaken the powerful entity inside, but he would have to offer his soul in exchange. This was not a decision he could make in the spur of the moment.

He looked at the boundless darkness and the bizarre tombstones around him and murmured, “Just what kind of place is the Immemorial Cemetery?”

He had known the Immemorial Cemetery was not as simple as it looked, but the earlier encounter made him realize that he was still underestimating this place. This could be the most unfathomable place he had set foot on in his entire life.