Scourge Messenger

Chapter 421 Waves
Nanyue, a sacred and mysterious land of Zoroastrianism, a place of eternal night and defilement.

Tong Moli stood in the Starfire Hall on the top floor of the Heavenly Mandate Palace. Before her lay the dark earth illuminated by 65,536 beacon towers, and below them, the lights of millions of households burned, like an endless sea of ​​lights.

"Master," a voice suddenly rang out from among the sparks, "I have important news to report."

"I really hope you can bring good news, Zimi." Tong Moli didn't turn around, but stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the myriad lights outside.

"I'm sorry," Shang Zimi said expressionlessly, "I just learned that the clan leader has been secretly communicating with the Demon Lord Wuxia."

"Immortal Lord Wuxia killed the previous sect leader," Tong Moli said softly, "Does Shang Youli intend to kill me?"

Shang Zimi hesitated for a moment: "This subordinate does not believe that the clan leader intends to assassinate the sect leader... The clan leader is probably bewitched by the Wuxia Demon Lord and the people in the clan. They believe that the current Fire Worshiping Sect has degenerated and that the True Fire Sect founded by the Wuxia Demon Lord is the orthodox one."

"They've gone mad! What right does Immortal Lord Wuxia, a mere mortal immortal, have to establish the Tribulation Lord's lineage? The fire of the Fire Worship Sect is the Everlasting Candle. Only the Fire Worship Sect recognized by the Candle Lord is the true Fire Worship Sect!" Tong Moli's voice trembled slightly with anger. "Immortal Lord Wuxia betrayed his sect and murdered his master. They're courting disaster!"

Shang Zimi remained silent. After a moment, Tong Moli calmed down and said, "Go back and continue to monitor the Shang family. Report to me immediately if there are any unusual movements."

"Yes."

Just as Shang Zimi left, the door to the Starfire Chamber was pushed open, and Li Xi, the High Priest of the Fire Worship Cult, walked in and said, "We can't delay Mo Li any longer. The Shang family has already colluded with the Demon Lord Wuxia, and their rebellion is imminent. We must strike first!"

“There is no rebellion,” Tong Moli said. “The Eternal Night Impure Land is the Candle Lord’s sacred ground, and the Fire Worship Cult are the Candle Lord’s followers. No one dares to betray the great sun in the sky, the ever-burning candle!”

"But the Candle Lord hasn't appeared for over a thousand years!" Li Xi exclaimed. "Even when the Flawless Demon killed the previous leader, He still didn't appear! Mo Li, you should face reality... We can only rely on ourselves!"

“The Candle Lord is a Golden Core Tribulation Master. Even if he is temporarily shrouded in dust, how could he ever perish?” Tong Moli said without wavering. “As long as we persevere until the Candle Lord emerges from seclusion, all problems will be solved.”

"But what if we can't hold out? You just heard it too, the merchants are all planning to surrender to the Flawless Demon Lord. At that time, the enemy will be stronger and we will be weaker. Even if the Flawless Demon Lord is still no match for the Fire Worship Cult, our pressure will be much greater... The Flawless Demon Lord isn't just her alone!" Li Xi's face flickered in the lamplight: "To become a Three Tribulation Immortal Lord in such a short time, and with her combat power undiminished, she most likely has the support of the Heavenly Court's Tribulation Lord... If Shang Youli also gets the support of the Tribulation Lord... Mo Li, are you going to just watch the Fire Worship Cult's ten-thousand-year foundation be eroded little by little by the Heavenly Court!?"

"I can persevere," Tong Moli said firmly.

"Mo Li, you'll regret this," Li Xi said angrily.

"I won't regret it." Tong Moli took out a black and gold invitation card: "I've found a solution."

Li Xi was slightly taken aback, and also took out a black gold invitation from her bosom. After a moment's thought, she understood Tong Moli's intention: "You want to bid for the guild creation token?"

"The merchants are only superficially friendly with us because they're afraid we'll harm them," Tong Moli said. "As the old saying goes, it takes a thousand years to cultivate a bit of gold, but ten thousand years to find a token... Once we obtain the establishment token, the Fire Worshiping Sect will have no more suspicions!"

"Moreover, such a grand event is unprecedented in history. The Golden Core Tribulation Master might even make a move. Perhaps... the Candle Lord will also grace the Treasure Pavilion with his presence."

...

The Western Xia Dynasty, the secret realm of Loulan.

"The token of imperial authority, after nine cycles of refinement, is the foundation for the path to immortality, and the perilous pursuit of gold on the road to immortality."

"The mortal world is in turmoil, imperial ambitions and hegemony are pursued, families have secret realms for centuries, and sects have been established for ten thousand generations!"

Bai Chuanliu put down "Miscellaneous Anecdotes from the Wilderness" and said, "Golden Crow Immortal Lord, are you really going to use the secret treasury to bid for the establishment token? That's the culmination of our six families' years of accumulation, just waiting to be invested in this war... Even if we trust your judgment, if you spend too much, when the Azure Cloud Demon Lord attacks, our logistics may be disrupted and we may be unable to continue!"

"If I could get the guild creation order, this war wouldn't even need to start."

The patriarch of the six clans of Longshi, the Golden Crow Immortal Lord Deng Guanjian, lazily sank into a soft chair, reading a book while drinking black, sweet water. This black water is only produced in a very few secret realms of Western Xia, and because the Golden Crow Immortal Lord is particularly fond of it, he drinks more than five bottles every day. Basically, half of the annual production is gathered here by the Golden Crow Immortal Lord.

"The reason why the twelve clans of the first generation of Dragon Poetry were able to advance and retreat together without distinction is not only because we are all descendants of the Dragon Lord, but also because the twelve clans of Dragon Poetry all joined the Dragon Lord's gang, the Dragon Palace." Deng Guanjian said, "Although our Dragon Poetry bloodline is born with supernatural powers and nourishes the metal element, and each has its own strengths, we are all extremely self-centered and arrogant, making it difficult for us to coexist."

"Gangs have two great uses. The first is 'no one can harm each other,' meaning that gang members cannot harm each other. This is the starting point for all coexistence. The Dragon Poetry family has been divided and united for generations, with blood feuds spanning generations. Unless we encounter an extremely powerful enemy, such as an attack from the Heavenly Court, we simply cannot put aside our prejudices and trust each other... Gangs can solve this problem."

"But would the Azure Cloud Demon Lord be willing?" Bai Chuanliu asked. "What he wants is not peace, but the revival of the Dragon Poetry Clan."

“He will be willing,” Deng Guanjian said. “The second wonderful use of gangs is to reverse the balance of power. In the past, when the Dragon Lord was invincible and the Demon Lord was rampant, how could the Heavenly Court resist? Their gang power played a key role. Gai Qingyun has lofty ambitions, and he will not refuse to join the gang led by Long Shi. No matter how ambitious he is, he will quietly wait for us to elevate the Long Shi gang to its peak. With a gang, he will have the confidence to fight against the Eternal Heaven, the Fire Worship Sect, and even the Heavenly Court.”

"This process is also the process of the twelve clans of Dragon Poetry reuniting." Deng Guanjian closed the book: "This is much easier and more effective than war."

"If that's the case, then why didn't the Dragon Palace, the Dragon Lord's faction, survive?" Bai Chuanliu asked curiously. "If the Dragon Palace still existed, the twelve clans of the Dragon Poetry wouldn't have split up in the first place, right?"

“Time is too long, long enough for anything to happen,” Deng Guanjian said calmly. “A crushing defeat caused by overconfidence can destroy the foundation built by our ancestors over thousands of years, and even cause the Lord of the Dragon Palace to disappear without a trace. As the gang members wither away one by one, the Dragon Palace will become a forgotten name.”

"First, the Treasure Pavilion suddenly underwent a strange change, then a new gang was born, and now there's an auction for gang creation tokens..." Bai Chuanliu stood by the window, looking at the city under the blazing sun: "Things that have never happened before in history are starting to appear one after another, it's almost like..."

"Someone has set the wheels of history in motion?" Deng Guanjian laughed. "It's rare to see you so uneasy. Are you worried? I think it's a good thing. This world has been quiet for too long, and it's time for some new changes."

“The world changes, so things change.” Bai Chuanliu said softly, “Perhaps, in our lifetime we will witness the rise of an eighth-rank Immortal Lord, or even…”

"Nine Revolutions Immortal Venerable!"

(End of this chapter)