Too many people are dying in this chaotic world? Then I'll activate the control panel!

boom!!!

This time,

The world was plunged into darkness and chaos.

Everything fell silent.

A good half day has passed.

Ah!

A mournful scream rang out from the True Lord.

boom!

The earth shook violently.

The strange phenomenon caused by the fall of the True Lord finally brought the first ray of light into the dark world.

Puff puff……

Then,

A series of muffled groans, cries of pain, and howls of agony rang out.

Splash...

The rain poured down.

The world flickered between light and darkness, experiencing hundreds of cycles of day and night in just a few breaths. It was extremely eerie.

Dense purple lightning bolts danced like dragons.

The lake where the Immortal's Tomb is located has been stained blood-red, and the stench of blood is overwhelming.

Whoosh...

All the True Lords were retreating, their eyes filled with terror, frantically moving away from the Immortal's Tomb.

"What happened?"

The wind whistled past Wang Sheng's ears, and he frowned in confusion.

He wasn't a true lord, so he just went through the motions and didn't make a move.

now,

Si Ming Yin Tian Zhen Jun is frantically leading Wang Sheng to escape from the Immortal's Tomb.

"All the power of the True Lords rebounded back onto ourselves!"

"The Hidden Heavenly Lord of Fate said softly."

Wang Sheng smelled a faint scent of blood on her.

Clearly, Si Ming Yin Tian Zhen Jun was also seriously injured when he was hit by his own all-out attack.

"That old bastard Da Jing is dead!"

"The broken sword fell into the lake."

Si Ming Yin Tian Zhen Jun then spoke.

Upon hearing this, Wang Sheng felt a chill run down his spine.

The foundation of the Great Jing Dynasty has been lost just like that.

Although the Great Jing's resources certainly extend beyond this, this treasure, which could directly threaten the life of a True Lord and is something even the Hidden Heaven True Lord of Fate would fear, is probably the only one the Great Jing royal family possesses.

The broken sword is a national treasure, the very foundation of the nation.

If the Southern Jing royal family loses its means of directly controlling the many True Lords, then why should the other True Lords obey the orders of the Sima clan?

"Is Nanjing finished?"

Wang Shengdao.

"Nanjing is doomed! A great chaos is about to erupt, and even the True Lord will not be spared. You must act with caution!"

The Way of the Hidden Heavenly Lord of Fate.

Because of the existence of the Immortal's Tomb, from now on, the entire Great Jing Kingdom will be a true place of right and wrong, the center of chaos.

All the True Lords of all nations under heaven will gather in the Great Jing.

This was a catastrophe.

The previous minor disturbances were calamities for mortals.

Now, the True Lord will face his calamity.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

When there are many people, there will be many disputes, grudges, and killings.

The same principle applies to the True Lord.

"However, during this time, the True Lords will all be in seclusion to heal their wounds and prepare for the future. They will not act unless absolutely necessary. Whatever you need to do, do it as soon as possible!"

Si Ming Yin Tian Zhen Jun then informed Wang Sheng of another piece of news.

This siege of the Immortal's Tomb

Of the more than sixty True Lords, seven or eight perished on the spot. The higher one's killing power, the more likely they were to fall.

Si Ming Yin Tian Zhen Jun deliberately conserved her power because of Wang Sheng's reminder. Otherwise, she would definitely be at least severely injured and on the verge of death by now.

As for the other True Lords, even if their killing power was weak, their injuries were still quite severe.

The more than sixty True Lords encompassed almost half of the Jing Dynasty and part of the Northern Barbarian forces. Some True Lords were in seclusion, or did not believe in the Immortal's Tomb.

The rest—Nanze, Xiyi, and Donghai—only sent one or two people each.

So now,

Within Nanjing, almost all True Lords realized that the future would be difficult and chaotic, and they were seizing the time to heal their wounds.

This is an opportunity for Master Yuzhen.

If you wish to prove yourself a true lord, now is the time.

But the meaning of the Hidden Heavenly Lord of Fate was that Wang Sheng should have his fun while he could. Once the other lords recovered, there would be no chance.

"I see!"

Wang Sheng nodded, his expression serious and solemn.

"The True Lord's Method!"

"I must seize this time to obtain the True Lord's Dharma! Otherwise, when True Lords run rampant, even the Imperial True Immortal will be nothing but an ant. Even with the protection of the Hidden Heaven True Lord of Fate, I will have no chance to go out and search for treasures."

Wang Sheng made up his mind.

To save Siming Yintian Zhenjun, or rather, to save himself, he threw away the Immortal's Tomb as a bargaining chip. He and Siming Yintian Zhenjun were one. If Siming Yintian Zhenjun died, he would not survive either.

Now, the only option left is to target the descendants of the former tomb keepers.

Half a day later,

Si Ming Yin Tian Zhen Jun brought Wang Sheng to the Zhen Ding Bei Zong of Shen Yang Fu.

Si Ming Yin Tian Zhen Jun had no intention of staying at Zhen Ding Nan Zong any longer, as the differences between the two were too great.

So she and the other two True Lords of the Northern Sect simply moved the Zhen Ding Mountain and several of its peaks, which were originally located in Tiannan Prefecture, to a small town near Shenyang Prefecture and re-established the Zhen Ding Northern Sect.

one day later,

Wang Sheng escorted his family and friends to the Northern Sect of Zhen Ding.

With the Hidden Heavenly True Lord in charge here, Wang Sheng can go about his business with peace of mind.

Three days after the Immortal's Tomb was revealed to the world, the True Lords of various countries heard the news and emerged from their seclusion, beginning their journey towards the Great Jing. They first went to Jiangling Prefecture. This plunged the already fragmented Northern Jing, a region divided between four dynasties, into even greater chaos.

Nanjing is still relatively peaceful.

Seven days after the appearance of the Immortal's Tomb.

Rumors began to circulate in Nanjing that all the True Lords were healing their wounds.

For a time,

Many of the Imperial Masters began to attempt to become True Lords.

These True Immortals are all backed by True Lords, but even True Lords have enemies. When True Immortals challenge True Lords, they might worry about enemies launching sneak attacks and disrupting their plans.

But now, these Imperial Immortals are all wholeheartedly devoted to breaking through to the True Lord level.

Half a month after the turmoil at the Immortal's Tomb, a True Lord was born in Nanjing.

Nanjing,

Qingyun Prefecture.

A schoolteacher in a small town suddenly looked up and saw the extraordinary phenomenon of colorful clouds in the sky that resembled a dragon and a phoenix taking flight. A complex expression appeared on his face.

"A true ruler has been born!"

The teacher ignored the students in the classroom, took a few steps outside, stood by the threshold, gazed at the horizon, and muttered to himself.

"The Immortal's Tomb has been discovered, and we, the guardians of this tomb, have failed our ancestors. Now we are reduced to this state, without even a single True Lord. When will our lineage of Gusu be able to produce a True Lord?"

The schoolteacher sighed inwardly.

"Sir, sir, what is a True Lord?"

A boy asked loudly out of curiosity.

"Sir, you didn't say 'True Lord,' you must have misheard!"

Upon hearing this, the teacher smiled slightly, turned around, and was about to continue the lesson.

but,

"Alas!"

All the boys let out a strange sound.

The boy was originally looking around, whispering, sleeping, playing around, or spacing out, making all sorts of small movements.

They all stopped what they were doing, stood up in unison, their faces expressionless, and turned their heads to look directly at the schoolteacher. In their childish voices, they asked in a cold, unanimous voice, word by word:

"Sir, what is a True Lord?"

hum!

The schoolteacher trembled.

He turned to look at all the students.

An indescribable chill instantly surged into my heart.

this moment,

The schoolteacher named Gu Suyun felt a chill run down his spine, his hair stood on end, and he felt an icy coldness that made his brain feel like it was about to explode.

What the hell is this thing?