Chapter 526 Zhenyu Fumo Iron (9000, Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

Beneath the North Ridge Weapon Forging Pool, there was indeed a scorching river of subterranean fire.

The surging and boiling geothermal magma had been artificially diverted, with the most essential tributary intercepted and channeled into the weapon forging pool, which resembled a lake. This provided the master artisans and their disciples with an inexhaustible supply of spiritual power.

The deeper one went, the higher the temperature. In the middle layers, the surrounding temperature exceeded two thousand degrees. Most metals would melt at this temperature, and only high-level Earth Realm cultivators and extraordinary metals of special quality could survive and maintain their form in this environment.

As Su Zhou descended, he did not see traditional blacksmiths wielding hammers.

Instead, he saw various specialized spiritual machines similar to hydraulic presses—or rather, magma presses—glass flame spray guns, and Nanli Fire ultra-high temperature furnaces.

At the very bottom, where the weapon forging pool was located, the environment was even more terrifying. Temperatures exceeded three thousand degrees, and spiritual energy carrying scorching fire toxins assaulted the senses. Even tungsten steel would likely melt.

However, with Su Zhou's current strength, he could walk on the surface of the sun at will, and even withstand coronal mass ejections.

This mere subterranean fire was as powerless as eighteen-degree heating in winter.

At the heart of the crimson-gold geothermal magma essence, a sea of flowing spiritual fire, the three master artisans surrounded the Calamity's Edge (滅度之刃), which was quite elated to return to a place similar to its birthplace. They used various strangely shaped tools to conduct detailed inspections and studies.

Seeing Su Zhou and Wang Haiping arrive, the three turned around and offered their respective opinions.

"This blade's divine intent is too strong, and the blade spirit is bound by it. Therefore, I believe that we should use sacrificial methods to strengthen the blade spirit, and use the power of the blade spirit to control the divine intent's will, abandoning the mundane blade body, to become an unsurpassed blade of divine thought. It should be neither soul nor weapon nor energy, but merged with thought!"

"In this way, with the rise of a pure and clear thought, one can sweep away thousands of miles of floating dust, shatter ten thousand miles of false worlds, and pave the way for a Dao weapon!"

This was Master Artisan Chu Wu's opinion—he meant to use sacrificial methods to strengthen the blade spirit, and then use the blade spirit to purify and control the endless power of will on the Calamity's Edge, transforming it into a blade of the mind, almost akin to the Dao.

"This blade is already close to a demon-god Dao weapon, but its innate material is flawed, binding the blade spirit and preventing its liberation. In this old woman's opinion, it should be supplemented with a portion of your own lifeblood, True Person, and part of your body, to transform the divine blade into a divine body, complementing each other!"

Master Artisan Wu's words were extremely pertinent, suggesting turning the magical weapon into a part of the body. This would naturally allow for free control and mutual supplementation of shortcomings, leading to further advancement—if Su Zhou didn't know how, she could provide the corresponding secret methods and invite elders from her sect to teach him.

Finally, there was Master Artisan Mu Wu.

This youngest master artisan was taciturn, but his opinion was the most intense.

"A blade is a tool, it should not have a spirit."

He said so simply: "Although it can be imbued with divine intent, it should not be combined with the weapon, especially since your blade spirit, True Person, is pure and kind, and not suitable for this weapon of conquest and evil suppression."

"Separating the blade and the spirit will make both more pure, and only then can a Dao weapon be achieved."

His opinion was the simplest—Master Mu believed that a blade was a tool for battle and should not have its own will. Moreover, the Calamity's Edge's blade spirit was too pure and lively, and its temperament did not match the divine intent of the divine blade itself, making it impossible to achieve one hundred percent resonance.

Therefore, separating the two would allow for further strengthening.

After the three master artisans finished speaking, they waited for Su Zhou's choice.

Su Zhou didn't think for too long.

"A blade of the mind is meaningless, I can transform evil souls into soul weapons at any time—even my own soul will do, there's no need for a blade of the mind that moves at will."

"Turning the weapon into my body, isn't that something I do often… Although it is indeed useful, doing so would cut off the blade spirit's path to growth, turning it into a plugin for me."

In the end, it was Mu Wu's suggestion, the seemingly most harsh and cruel blade spirit separation, that made Su Zhou seriously consider it for a moment.

"Indeed… After the Calamity's Edge gained a blade spirit, I would subconsciously be careful, not using my full strength, and it would be difficult to achieve true synchronization with the blade."

"Moreover, with a blade spirit, there are many more concerns when strengthening the weapon… After all, one careless move could damage the blade spirit's spirituality."

"In this way, it is indeed better to extract and separate them, cultivating them separately, which would be purer."

Su Zhou recalled the topics he had discussed with Dao Saint and Craftsman Saint when he was on Earth.

——The crux of the intelligent machine crisis is that objects have their own will.

Immortals and Gods can ignore this because non-immortal and non-divine life itself is part of the things they control.

But Su Zhou didn't want to do that.

"Calamity, what do you think?"

Reaching out and pressing his hand on the spine of the blade, Su Zhou asked his blade.

Flame-like spiritual power flickered.

Then, he heard a clear and innocent voice.

"Don't want… to leave… Master…"

Speaking somewhat vaguely, the clear voice was a little afraid: "Master… wants to leave, me?"

"Of course not! But, is it just because you don't want to leave me… that you want to slay?"

Hearing this, Su Zhou sighed: "As expected, child, are you not slaying because you want to slay evil?"

The Calamity's Edge blade spirit made a rather ambiguous 'hmm?' sound.

The youth couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy.

The Calamity's Edge had accompanied him all the way.

Although it didn't participate in every battle, it had always been by his side.

He nurtured the blade, but the blade also nurtured him.

The Calamity's Edge, slaying the undying, assassinating gods, its suppression of devils, and the divine will to protect the world, were proof of all of Su Zhou's achievements along the way.

The blade spirit was born from this, and in a sense, perhaps, aside from Yala, it was the being that understood his solitary journey the most.

Su Zhou could sense the blade spirit's intentions.

It was close to him, but it was not born for battle.

He knew very well that the Calamity's Edge blade spirit slashing at random things in the personal space was not because it liked to fight, but simply because it found it interesting.

It was not a suitable weapon spirit.

So, he made his choice.

"If you still want to fight alongside me in the future."

Speaking thus, Su Zhou placed his hand on the Calamity's Edge. He said solemnly: "Then I will allow you to return again."

"But if you simply want to stay by my side, then I will not force you, a child who has only been born for a few years, to bear a burden that you should not have to bear at your age."

*Pa cha.*

The power of the Celestial Soul Throne flowed.

As he finished speaking, Su Zhou gently severed the connection between the blade spirit and the Calamity's Edge with his power.

With a soft hum, the Calamity's Edge, having lost its past liveliness, became immensely filled with killing intent—in an instant, the murderous aura of the countless lives Su Zhou had slain in various worlds and on Qingqiu Star erupted forth after losing the suppression of the blade spirit.

Even the three master artisans and Wang Haitian, who were in the weapon forging pool surrounded by thousands of degrees of heat, felt a bone-chilling cold spreading from their spines, and an extreme sense of danger alerted them!

But in the next moment, as Su Zhou's left hand pressed on the hilt of the blade, the Calamity's Edge, which was wantonly emitting baleful aura, immediately calmed down.

It no longer had a spirit, but the divine intent and divine thoughts residing within it became purer, and synchronized with Su Zhou's heart.

On the other side.

In the palm of Su Zhou's right hand, he held a point of light the size of a fist, releasing a crimson-gold glow that was extremely bright and lively.

It released a terrifying heat that dwarfed the heat of the entire weapon forging pool.

Nourished by the divine blade and Su Zhou for many years, the Calamity's Edge blade spirit's power was as vast as the sea, and immeasurable.

After being separated by Su Zhou, it initially didn't react.

But in the next moment, the blade spirit was sent by Su Zhou into the 'sun' of his personal space.

"Let's try this first."

Su Zhou's voice echoed in the sky of his personal space: "If you don't like it, it won't be too late to return to the Calamity's Edge then."

Then, the originally red fire elemental sun in the sky instantly turned from red to gold.

"Bad, bad blade?"

Sensing this, even the Wisdom Tree, which was currently communicating with and healing Sarah, was quite surprised. It swayed its branches and said excitedly: "Bad blade, turned into a sun?!"

"This feeling… is even more comfortable?"

As for the Sarah family, they felt that the fire elemental sun in the personal space had become more lively, gentle, and radiated vitality in that instant.

As a divine blade spirit, the Calamity's Edge blade spirit's spiritual level was naturally much greater than a mere sun condensed from fire elements. Its very existence transformed the pure light represented by the fire elemental sun into a blazing sun with attributes of purification, strengthening, and evil extermination.

"Ya!"

One could hear the Calamity's Edge blade spirit exclaim.

At first, it was a little unaccustomed, like a person who had adapted to a narrow area not knowing how to walk in a spacious place.

But soon, the blade spirit enthusiastically felt this more natural, spacious, and open residence—although the fire elemental sun needed to fly according to the corresponding trajectory and could not fly and walk everywhere, it felt that it could leave the sun at any time, and then return at any time.

The sun was its home, but it was not itself.

This novel feeling made the Calamity's Edge blade spirit very happy.

Even.

After leaving the Calamity's Edge, it instead felt… a burst of freedom.

A freedom that seemed to want to spread its wings and fly.

——Because it was born from the blade, could it only live as a blade?

Obviously, Su Zhou didn't think so.

Even if the Calamity's Edge really had to be a blade spirit, he hoped that it would make its own choice after experiencing other forms of existence.

"Tsk tsk."

Coiled around the upside-down Wisdom Tree, watching all of this, the red serpent spirit couldn't help but nod slightly: "Bearing merit, severing immortality, having slain dragons and serpents, and also capable of shining as hope in the world…"

"After this blade spirit is freed from its shackles, it has more paths to choose from."

But as Yala said this to herself, she couldn't help but hesitate: "But after all, this is in the perfect primordial world. Under information disturbance…"

"Yi, this blade spirit… how does it look like…"

At this moment.

Outside.

After doing all of this.

Su Zhou turned his head to look at the master artisans.

"I have removed the blade spirit."

He said so, his tone calm: "Next, is it to find spiritual materials to strengthen and purify the divine blade's body?"

“…Yes.”

Even Master Artisan Mu Wu didn't expect Su Zhou to be so decisive. He was stunned for a moment, and then nodded vigorously: "I have prepared all the auxiliary materials for recasting the divine blade for you, True Person—and even if you don't mind, I can provide the core strengthening material for you."

"However, since the divine blade's foundation is so profound… then True Person, why not use the best main material and try to advance it to a Dao weapon?"

"I will apply to the Holy Emperor to take the highest level of spiritual materials from the national treasury."

As he said this, not only Mu Wu, but even the other two master artisans and Wang Haiping's eyes revealed a eager desire.

——No divine weapon artisan would not yearn to forge a demon-god Dao weapon.

The Calamity's Edge's foundation was so strong, and it contained the world's extremely rare spirituality and divine intent… This was a natural opportunity. Even without the help of a god or demon, it could probably initially achieve the realm of a 'Dao weapon'!

Anyway, even if it didn't succeed, there would be no harm, and it could still strengthen the divine weapon, so why not try?

"Good, then let's do as the master artisans say."

Sensing the ambition in the hearts of others, Su Zhou naturally would not refuse this intention to 'do better'.

Afterwards, the youth lowered his head and picked up the Calamity's Edge.

A purer sword intent connected with his palm, and in an instant, an even greater and more dazzling flame rose on the blade.

Su Zhou smiled slightly.

Now, without the blade spirit.

He could finally, with pure, his own intent.

——To wield the blade.

——To kill.

"The upcoming battles will definitely be cruel, and the enemies will definitely be ugly."

Muttering softly to himself, Su Zhou gently shook his head: "After all, I don't want to let a child slay such disgusting things."

Of course, there was another possibility that the youth, foreseeing the crisis, would not say out loud.

——If, in that future destined evil battle, the divine blade were to break and the blade spirit were to be annihilated…

"I don't want to learn from the Perfected's kin, and insist on being reborn to redeem some regrets."

……

Tianyuan Mortal Realm.

Central Continent, the edge of Central Continent.

In the sky, a slow and leisurely stream of shallow golden spiritual light flew, overlooking the vast earth.

Gazing at his own country, and the happy lives of the people within the country, the man watching all of this had a smile on his face.

For a long, long time, Ming Zhengde had not taken any action outside of his 'plan'.

The optimal solution. This was the only principle of his actions.

Through many rebirths, he determined an almost perfect course of action, and then carried it out through one rebirth after another, using his failures to pave the way for the next step.

——It was painful.

But the most painful thing was not actually the rebirth, but 'not knowing if you are correct'.

Had he really achieved perfection? Was this really the path to a perfect and correct future?

Ming Zhengde always pondered this.

Then, he trembled and questioned.

Perhaps his seemingly perfect actions now would brew bitter fruit in the future.

Perhaps he had unknowingly embarked on a wrong path.

Perhaps in this way, he would never succeed.

In fact, the repeated failures in the process of resisting the gods and demons had already made Ming Zhengde begin to doubt whether the current path had any chance of success.

Resisting the gods and demons, expelling all the influence of the gods and demons from the Tianyuan Mortal World?

Was this really possible?

Had his thirty thousand rebirths only led to a wrong path of no return?

Every time he thought of this, Ming Zhengde would always be at a loss, and even lose the motivation to act for a time.

After all, even he could not think of any other path besides this one that would make his family and people happy.

But he was, after all, Ming Zhengde, the ruler of this vast new kingdom, the Five Virtues Sect of the Holy Gate.

He was resisting the gods and demons, and was the person destined for this world.

So, no matter how confused or at a loss he was.

He would continue to walk forward.

Again and again.

What's more… now.

Ming Zhengde was no longer confused.

Instead, he was filled with motivation because of that 'unexpected' existence!

"Wanting divine iron to forge a Dao weapon?"

At this moment, the emperor, hiding his identity and walking in the world, received a communication directly connected to him.

After learning of the communication between his beloved minister and several master artisans in North Ridge City, he couldn't help but smile wryly: "Willing to exchange secret methods, not taking advantage of our new kingdom? He is really direct—but he is indeed worth investing in."

"Zhu Zhao… is it? As expected, a name I have never heard of."

After roughly knowing Su Zhou's requirements and the other party's specific information, Ming Zhengde closed his eyes and pondered for a moment.

He had thought about what he should do if that unknown existence that had never appeared was a force on the side of the gods and demons, or just a meaningless accident.

He had also thought about what to do if this unknown existence was inherently evil and could not be communicated with, and would not bring him help except to make him even more troubled.

He had also thought…

Ming Zhengde had thought of many bad possibilities—he never thought of good possibilities, because good things were good things, there was no need to think, he only needed to accept them with joy.

Only bad possibilities needed to be considered how to deal with.

And now, he was quite pleased to find that his previous thoughts were all useless.

This was a good thing.

"This divine bird named Zhu Zhao is also a powerhouse who cares about the world's people and is not afraid of even gods and demons?"

Muttering softly in his heart, Ming Zhengde sighed: "If I didn't know very well that Haitian would never deceive me, I would probably only listen to it as a joke—I couldn't even dream of such a good thing."

"In that case, there is an opportunity that I have not had time to find."

Thinking of this, a divine material that was extremely suitable for that 'Zhu Zhao's' requirements appeared in Ming Zhengde's mind.

In ancient times, the Southern Continent bred misfortune. Gods and demons struck it, so the continent collapsed and sank, and the gods and demons were severely injured.

This was a history recorded in the divine demon calendar, which anyone with a mind to find could find.

However, no one had ever thought about… after the destruction of the Southern Continent, where tens of billions of races once thrived, what would the countless wronged souls become, and what would they breed?

The answer was simple.

——Hell.

The Sea Abyss Hell, which churned and wailed in the sea.

At that time, countless wronged souls and evil ghosts climbed out of the seabed at all times along the southern coast of Central Continent, attacking the coastal people. They were transformed from souls who had died innocently in a sudden catastrophe.

The coastal countries naturally would not try to resist this kind of near-natural disaster with their own power. What's more, the situation in Central Continent at that time was not good, and sudden changes in the world were increasing sharply. Many countries were destroyed in the turmoil of changes, and the many wronged souls on the southern coast were only one of many disasters.

This kind of thing, the gods and demons did not care, the countries did not care, the royal family did not care, and the nobles did not care—anyway, they could move away from dangerous areas, and this matter had nothing to do with them.

Even the ordinary people who were affected by the disaster felt that they had suffered a natural disaster and deserved to leave their homes and die.

Anyway, this world had been like this for hundreds of thousands of years, and it was no exception now.

But.

Someone did not think so.

Therefore, a True Person emerged with emotion and suppressed hell with his own body.

The True Person's name was unknown, and had long been annihilated in history. He spent a hundred years sweeping away the evil ghosts of a state, and then spent two hundred years drawing a vast and incredibly detailed giant array spanning thousands of miles in this place.

Immediately afterwards, he spent another hundred years using the giant array's spiritual light to attract the wronged souls and evil ghosts from tens of thousands of miles of the coastal area to gather here, and then spent another two hundred years making all the evil spirits coming out of the South Sea habitually go to the location of the giant array.

After spending six hundred years, more than half of a land True Person's lifespan, he finally created the foundation for all conditions.

Finally, on a certain extremely Yin day with demonic energy, when countless evil spirits and wronged souls mobilized together and rushed towards the southern coast of Central Continent, he merged with the array with all the power and soul of a peak True Person, and activated the unprecedented great array to purify the world and subdue evil.

It was said that at that time, endless spiritual light illuminated the world in the South Sea of Central Continent, millions of evil spirits were subdued, and hundreds of millions of souls rested in peace. The gods and demons paid attention to it.

Countless corpses of demons and ghosts, as well as the core of the wronged soul spiritual light, had been piled up in one place since then, and had not dissipated for a long time.

Hundreds of thousands of years had passed.

The great array had long stopped operating, and there were no more evil spirits in the South Sea.

The True Person's name had been forgotten, and the South Sea residents who worshiped him had changed several times, and eventually forgot him.

But everything in the world left traces—after hundreds of thousands of years, in the center of the former great array, where countless of the most powerful evil ghosts were purified and subdued, their corpses mixed with the core power of the great array, gradually condensed and settled, and transformed into a strange stone and divine iron that was even better than innate divine gold.

Its power could suppress prisons and demons, and break evil and cut off disasters.

Therefore, it was named Zhenyu Fumo Iron (镇狱伏魔铁).

"In my one thousand nine hundred and twenty-fourth rebirth, I chose to live in seclusion with my family and live as long as possible. That time, I lived to be seven hundred and twenty-nine years old, and for the first time I saw a True Person wielding a Dao weapon cast from this divine iron sweep across the world, almost invincible for a generation."

"Unfortunately, in the end he fell into the trap of the Zhengyang Kingdom and was killed by Nan Zhengkai with the Azure Sky Zhengyang Ruler. The Dao weapon collapsed and turned into stardust."

There may not be several of these psychic divine materials that can cast Dao weapons in the entire continent.

But with the experience of countless rebirths, Ming Zhengde knew more than ten such opportunities.

However, it was impossible to hold all of these divine objects in his hands, and once he exceeded the limit, he would be alerted by the gods and demons, and even directly destroyed.

"This divine iron will definitely meet his requirements."

"After I have personally seen him and confirmed what kind of existence he is, I can tell him the location."

Thinking of this, Ming Zhengde accelerated his escape light.

A peak True Person wielding a Dao weapon may not be able to compete with the true body of the gods and demons, but he was more than capable of resisting the other party's descent and possession, and incarnation.

Before, he was waiting for news, but now that he had determined the target, it was time to act with all his strength.

But just then.

Ming Zhengde heard an extremely familiar voice that rang in his ears.

[Emperor of the New Kingdom, I am the messenger of the Nine Abyss.]

Hearing this, Ming Zhengde couldn't help but slow down his escape light.

He frowned and looked to his right.

And there, a circle of faint and eerie gray demonic energy surged, eventually turning into a calm mirror.

In the mirror, the image of Ming Zhengde's close friend, Cang Song, emerged from the mirror, revealing a rather evil smile.

“…Don't use my friend's voice and image to communicate with me.”

Seeing this scene, Ming Zhengde was expressionless, and even though the other party claimed to be a messenger of the Nine Abyss, he did not have the slightest good expression.

[Not a subject?]

The image in the gray mirror suddenly changed for a while, and a teasing voice rang out.

But Ming Zhengde just stared at the mirror without saying a word, making the other party feel quite bored: [Boring mortal.]

After saying this, the image in the mirror turned into Ming Zhengde himself, with the same evil smile, and the same voice rang out: [Emperor of the New Kingdom, Ming Zhengde, have you considered it?]

[The Lord of the Nine Abyss Demon Realm, the Great Desire Heavenly Devil King Mōra has promised that if you are willing to join our Nine Abyss Demon Realm, the Heavenly Devil King is willing to grant you the position of 'Overlord Domination Heavenly Devil', in charge of all the power related to 'coercion', 'hard labor' and 'oppression' in the wish sea of all living beings.]

[——You can be the Heavenly Devil King of the Mortal Realm, ruling the beings of the Mortal Realm for three thousand years.]

[This is the Heavenly Devil King's original words and has contractual effect.]

The words of the Nine Abyss messenger were actually quite sincere.

The fact that the Heavenly Devil was willing to offer a contract was enough to be called sincerity.

It could even be said to be a rare 'kindness'.

However, at this time, Ming Zhengde was not interested in paying attention to superfluous matters.

"Let's think about it again."

He said quite perfunctorily, and then turned around, seemingly wanting to continue flying away with the escape light: "Let's talk next time."

However, the Nine Abyss messenger did not intend to give up.

In the gray mirror, Ming Zhengde's own shadow shook his head slightly.

[The 'Ziwei Star Lord' position promised to you by the Celestial Heavens side actually contains a trap.]

[Do you know the fate of the previous Ziwei Star Lord?]

[But our Nine Abyss lineage is different—we do what we want, but we uniquely cannot deceive ourselves, so as long as you make an oath, we will earnestly abide by it.]

"Of course I know that the previous Ziwei Star Lord violated the laws of heaven and was punished by the previous Heavenly Emperor with the Heavenly Rules. Now his soul has been reincarnated without any memories of his previous life."

Answering perfunctorily, Ming Zhengde had no intention of answering seriously: "In short, let's wait until later—anyway, you can afford to wait, right?"

Saying so, the seemingly young emperor's tone carried a trace of mockery towards himself and the world: "No matter what, I will turn to ashes after a thousand years, and you don't need to pester me, a mortal, to join your camps of gods and demons."

[That's not necessarily true.]

The gray mirror smiled slightly. He said: [The Heavenly Devil Lord believes that the great calamity is approaching, and from that time on, there will inevitably be a battle between the gods and demons to determine the perfect righteous path in this world.]

[Therefore, before that, we will of course choose the prepared immortals, gods and heavenly devils. This is inevitable.]

[What's more, Emperor of the Mortal Realm.]

Saying this, his tone changed again: [The population of Central Continent has increased by nearly half during your rule—if it doubles again in a few decades, it would not be surprising.]

[But there is no way out for the New Kingdom. Its total population exceeds 140 billion, and if it doubles, it will be nearly 300 billion. This is a burden that Central Continent cannot afford. Your country will repeat the cycle of resistance and oppression.]

[Only by relying on us and joining our Nine Abyss Demon Realm can you have the opportunity to find a way out for the New Kingdom.]

The gray mirror—the temptation heavenly devil—spoke sincerely.

Faced with this half-seductive and half-threatening words, Ming Zhengde was silent.

Not because of any fear.

But because in the past thirty thousand rebirths, he had never heard of this conversation, and he didn't know what decision was the most correct choice.

It had been a long time since he had heard such unfamiliar, never-before-heard words…

So, he was even a little moved.

But the choice that needed to be made still had to be made.

"I'm sorry, I still don't want to choose."

And this was Ming Zhengde's choice. His tone was calm and firm: "What's more, I think that if things continue to develop according to the current situation, this world will definitely usher in a prosperous age."

"Humans can go on without gods and demons."

[……If, that is your choice.]

Seeming to sense Ming Zhengde's firm will.

The figure in the gray mirror as the Nine Abyss messenger shook his head slightly, saying with some regret: [Then I hope you don't regret it.]

[After a while, I will come again and ask the same question.]

[Hopefully, you will have a different answer then.]

The Heavenly Devil slowly dissipated.

After this, the gray mirror also disappeared without a trace.

“…Trouble.”

Gazing at this scene, Ming Zhengde couldn't help but sigh: "Just starting to act has caused such serious consequences… And as expected, no matter how secretly I hide, the gods and demons can find me?"

"It seems that the appearance of Zhu Zhao is not only being watched by me, but also being observed by the gods and demons."

Ming Zhengde couldn't say whether this feeling was excitement or worry—he had been acting step-by-step for countless years, and his original emotions had almost worn away.

But precisely because of this, he must meet him in person now.

After pausing for a moment.

The golden spiritual light flew towards Qinglin State.

At the same time.

Central Continent, the border between Qinglin State and Northern Desert State.

The edge of Linmo Prefecture.

[Task.]

Suddenly, accompanied by an extremely obvious spiritual power fluctuation, a gray Nine Abyss door appeared in a secret gathering place located in the hinterland of the mountains, blocked from all external exploration and visits by spiritless black stones.

Hearing this cold announcement of the task, immediately, cultivators, either because of instinct or because they had been waiting here, immediately got up from the ground or the edge of the cave, and seriously waited for the gray mirror to announce the next plan.

If someone was familiar with the New Kingdom's wanted list, they would see that many well-known figures on the list were resting here.

Among them, the vast majority were the so-called 'Zhengyang remnants'.

"Venerable Messenger, what is the task?"

A man with a clearly altered appearance that seemed stiff and rigid took the lead in getting up and respectfully bowed to the gray mirror: "What instructions do you have?"

[Destroy North Ridge City.]

[Destroy all the mines around the North Ridge area, and the weapon forging pool.]

On the mirror surface, no figure appeared, only pieces of cold black characters: [No matter what project, what mine, what tunnel, destroy them all.]

[No matter what plan the other party has, completely destroy it all. It is best to make the entire North Ridge mountainous area a mess.]

Hearing this task, even the many desperadoes present couldn't help but show shocked and unbelievable expressions.

"The entire, entire North Ridge area?!"

"I remember that although the two True Persons of Qinglin State are not patrolling around Linmo Prefecture, it wouldn't take long to get here at full speed!"

"The North Ridge area is a newly emerging place where the false Emperor of the New Kingdom has recently increased resource investment, and it has a high degree of attention. Just us…"

No one dared to question the gray mirror.

Everyone was just muttering to themselves in their hearts.

——Faced with the messenger's mission, they had no right to refuse, and no right to complain.

However, this time, the gray mirror did not disappear directly after issuing the task as in the past.

This time, some vortexes rose from the smooth mirror surface, and then transformed into five seeds emitting a deep demonic light.

[Destroy the North Ridge area completely at all costs.]

The cold will was transmitted, and the demon god's divine thoughts had no arrogance, only indifference: [Since you have spent half a year and still cannot find out the secret mission of North Ridge City, then bury everything.]

——No matter what the other party wants to do, in short, don't let him get his wish.

"As you command, Venerable God."

The man with a stiff and rigid face happily agreed. He was the first to step forward and took a seed emitting a deep demonic light.

Then, he swallowed it in one gulp.

Immediately afterwards, four more cultivators stepped forward and swallowed these Heavenly Devil seeds.

Just as all the Heavenly Devil seeds were taken away, the gray mirror dissipated into nothingness, with no intention of continuing the communication.

After swallowing the magic seed, the man looked at the rocky dome, feeling the demon god's power gradually erupting in his body and gradually merging with his cultivation.

He coldly and mockingly smiled at himself: "We remnants must also exert our effectiveness."

At this moment, the center of the dispute.

Su Zhou had just left the weapon forging pool.

The Calamity's Edge was left here to be processed by the three master artisans, preparing all the preliminary work.

When the time came, he only needed to directly integrate the Dao weapon's main material into the blade to complete the final step and advance the divine blade.

As for the final result, whether it would achieve a Dao weapon, or take a step further at the peak of the divine weapon's peak, that would depend on luck.

Of course, the most important thing now was not this.

The most important thing was that Su Zhou had just sensed the aura of the Dragon Serpent Jade Pillar located deep underground at the bottom of the weapon forging pool.

Today's update is a total of 17,000 words, seeking monthly tickets!

Let's see if I can update another chapter today…