A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 586 Dongfang Wuyou, Wushen Juegong

The participants from the Chaos Tide side basically arrived at the territory on the east bank of the New River at the same time.

Because they had already spent a long time gathering all the members to enter this universe, and were holding a full meeting.

Just then, the basic rules and restrictions of the martial arts competition were transmitted to their minds, and they witnessed the division of the competition venue. Naturally, they all got up at the same time and rushed to their own camp's territory.

Upon arriving at their destination, one of the handsome men, with long, seagull-gray hair and wearing a tuxedo, broke off one of his right index fingers and threw it into the ground.

His fingers regenerated instantly, while the severed finger that had been thrown into the ground transformed into static, like a television screen, which instantly expanded and covered the entire territory belonging to the Chaos Tide.

When these snowflakes reach the boundary of the territory, they suddenly rise from the ground, and tens of millions of illusions appear.

Transparent mountain peaks, shimmering trees, giant whales in the clouds that seem to be intertwined, and blurry human figures with fingers stuck together.

These illusions are enormous, as if tens of millions of different kingdoms were simultaneously transferred to this territory, but they are also ridiculously crude.

It seems that if someone were to poke it with their hand, the optical instruments that create these illusions would malfunction briefly, flickering and revealing the true scenery that is hidden by these optical projections.

But are those seemingly normal "realistic landscapes" really not illusions?

At least, even if all these crude illusions are eliminated, the members who have just arrived in this territory cannot be found.

This is enough to show that there are many more unpredictable changes beneath these rough environments.

At the same time that these illusions spread and expanded, all members of the Chaos Tide instinctively became alert and used various means to resist these environments.

The atmosphere within the Chaos Tide is not very harmonious. Even among combat units that have been operating together for a long time, there is not much genuine camaraderie among them.

Moreover, many of the participants gathered here today are from the warbands affiliated with [Chaos Tide], and they don't have much experience cooperating with each other.

Caution and vigilance are ingrained in these people's fundamental understanding. Under no circumstances would they allow these illusions to overwhelm them.

However, they couldn't afford to break ties with the other members at this time, so their resistance against the illusion was limited to themselves, and they didn't intend to damage the surrounding environment.

This level of self-preservation is a tacit understanding that everyone has always maintained; it doesn't even qualify as a probing confrontation, and certainly can't be considered internal strife.

However, just as they were making this limited attempt to protect themselves, one of the men next to the handsome man in the tuxedo suddenly made a move.

This man had a broad forehead, large ears, thick eyebrows, and bright eyes. He wore a purple-gold crown, had thick black hair, and was dressed in a purple royal robe with nine dragons, the sun, the moon, mountains, rivers, and rolling clouds. At this moment, he suddenly raised his hand.

All the participants suddenly felt their bodies lighten and their vision float slightly.

The vast majority of those present were powerful individuals who had reached the seven-star level. Even the few who were recently recruited subordinates or local monsters they had subdued often possessed extraordinary vitality and special abilities, allowing them to briefly contend with seven-star individuals.

Even without any protective measures, if they were thrown directly into the Great Void Sea and subjected to the baptism of chaotic currents, they could maintain their stability for a long time, without being dissolved or changed.

But now, they clearly felt that they had become semi-transparent ghosts.

A martial artist who always wore the golden armor suddenly looked down and saw that his gray armor had lost its luster and texture.

The warrior, whose qi and blood were incredibly thick, wearing heavy armor and carrying a greatsword, suddenly found himself becoming light and airy. The energy flowing through his body no longer seemed to be the fiery power he had gained from bathing in dragon blood, but rather a cold, gloomy energy.

Forbidden spellcasters who cultivate the six major magic systems of light, darkness, earth, water, fire, and wind have had their six elemental powers, whether brilliant or newly generated, fade by several layers. The light is still there, but it is cold light; the darkness is still there, but it is darker than darkness; and the earth, water, fire, and wind are still there, but they have all become pure yin.

Li Jiancheng, who cultivated demonic techniques in his lifetime and refined an extremely cold body after death, and had already obtained the title of Ghost Emperor in multiple worlds, thought he had long since reached the extreme of pure Yin. Only now did he realize with astonishment that there was still Yang energy in his former body, which had just been stripped away.

An electronic ghost whose body is entirely composed of data was already a ghost in the electronic world, but never imagined that one day it could experience another kind of ghost state.

Born with the essence of the sun, condensed into a god, neither male nor female, dwelling in the heavens and shining brightly, possessing the evaluation of the peak of the seven stars, directly taking the power of the sun as the origin of his concept of existence, but now he feels that he has lost the power of the sun.

Even more terrifying is that, after losing the power of the sun and the very essence of its own existence, it did not die, but instead became a dim shadow of the sun...

When these powerful individuals, who could achieve top-tier ratings among the seven-star reincarnators, had their forms of existence changed in an instant.

The status of the other participants in the Chaos Tide competition goes without saying.

Regardless of what the substances that originally made up their bodies were, they no longer existed, and the masculine power in their souls had also completely disappeared.

"Dongfang Wuyou, what do you want to do?!"

"He must be a traitor!"

"Kill!!" "Run!!"

These reincarnators, who came from different factions, partly for profit and partly for authority, all possessed indestructible fighting qualities and had a composure and thoughtfulness that they were proud of.

However, it seems that most of their excellent qualities were also taken away with the withdrawal of yang energy. All sorts of emotions surged up, leaving them almost no room for thought or buffer before they tried to launch a counterattack or escape with all their remaining strength.

The hand that Dongfang Wuyou raised suddenly flipped over, and the palm turned into a downward pressing shape.

All the members who had become ghosts suddenly felt their original state again as the hand flipped over, and the force of the attack came towards their current ghostly forms.

It was an indescribable, intangible feeling.

They didn't realize any attack was coming towards them, but they were indeed struck by something surging towards them, and each of them took a step back in the direction behind them.

Then they found that they had returned to their original normal state.

While most of the reincarnators were still in shock and doubt, Li Jiancheng and the others had already turned their attention beyond the illusion.

They are now at the heart of the illusion, and looking outwards, they see layers upon layers of phantoms forming a massive protective shield.

Beyond these phantom battle lines, on the opposite bank of the Xinhe River, several intense gazes were pressing in this direction.

After exchanging glances for a moment, everyone looked away.

"Dongfang Wuyou, how dare you start an internal conflict at this time?"

With a ruddy complexion, pure white hair and beard, and an imposing aura, the white-browed Taoist priest spoke up to question him.

"You've planted this controlling method in their bodies, which has greatly damaged the unity among them. The martial arts competition hasn't even really started yet, and you've already ruined your own morale. You should give us an explanation."

When Dongfang Wuyou attacked the many reincarnators, among the other eight-star experts, Bai Mei Daoren was the first to try to stop him.

However, the white-browed Taoist's remote true energy was blocked by the golden-haired, blue-eyed swordsman beside Dongfang Wuyou with his sword intent, and thus failed to interfere with Dongfang Wuyou's movements.

"Damaging morale?"

Dongfang Wuyou stood with his hands behind his back, "If our camp truly possessed collective morale, why would I need to attack them?"

He faced the many reincarnators directly and spoke frankly, "I don't need to elaborate on what kind of people the members of the Chaos Tide are. If our faction wants to win the upcoming competition, we must have a leader with absolute authority."

"But if we want you to obey certain orders under normal circumstances and have enough trust in other members when taking action, then we probably need to let a nine-star powerhouse directly lead you."

"I don't think I have enough of a deterrent effect, so I have no choice but to resort to this more direct means of control."

"The yang aspect within you has been taken away by me. The yang aspect that exists within you now is one that I have recreated for you."

"If you fail to carry out my orders to the best of your ability during this competition, then you will experience what it feels like to have your very existence shattered."

The many reincarnators had calmed down by this time, showing little sign of losing their composure. They simply stared at Dongfang Wuyou with unreadable expressions.

"Very good, it seems no one wants to stage a scene of making an example of someone."

Dongfang Wuyou laughed, "You all know the full contents of the bet made by those two, so you should also note that one of the clauses is that all the participants who sacrificed on the winning side will be resurrected."

"If we win this competition, not only will we get those bets, but the hidden dangers in your bodies can also be completely cleansed through the rules of the bet."

He raised his voice slightly and said slowly, "As long as you're the winner, you have nothing to worry about!"

Li Jiancheng looked around, then looked up and said, "The law of the jungle has always been true. Now that you've succeeded, we won't ignore reality. What's the first order? Tell us."

Dongfang Wuyou said, "It's not time to attack their territory yet. We eight-star cultivators should stay here to secure our own territories, while you go out and inquire about the whereabouts of those so-called Four Mythical Beasts."

As he spoke, Dongfang Wuyou unleashed many rays of light, each containing several different names, clearly indicating that he had already planned ahead and divided them into different teams.

Some of them were originally from the same battle group and considered themselves to have excellent teamwork within the [Chaos Tide] faction. However, they were now separated into different teams, and many thoughts raced through their minds, but they did not voice their objections directly.

The general direction for each team to gather information had already been assigned, and without further ado, everyone set off immediately.

The White-Browed Taoist, observing from the sidelines, chuckled: "It's certainly well-organized, but why did you wait until just now to make your move? If you're not careful, wouldn't those people on the other side find an opportunity to take advantage of you?"

"But in the end, I succeeded. The victor has nothing to worry about, so why dwell on meaningless things!"

Dongfang Wuyou smiled and asked, "Will you all join forces to fortify our territory, or will only the three of us come?"

He glanced at the Great Demon King Barn, the Conqueror Shao Kang, and others, and said, "I have a very close relationship with Broken Cloud and Skynet, and we have many ways to cooperate."

"How about we three take charge of fortifying the territory first? If anything goes wrong, you can step in to fix it, okay?"

Bai Mei and Shao Kang didn't respond. They each found a nearby place and built their own dwellings, clearly intending to stand by and watch.

Barn walked over slowly and said gently, "Dongfang, you were originally a high-ranking general in this war zone from the Chaos Tide headquarters. You used to have many methods for doing things, but you weren't usually this straightforward and domineering."

"You've acted without any restraint this time. It seems the arrival of this swordsman friend has given you wings."

This great demon king from the world of "Dragon Quest" has been a reincarnator for an unknown period of time. After coming to this universe to participate in the war, he usually appears as an old man.

When he's not smiling, his robes, crown, and thick beard give off a slightly imposing aura, but when he smiles, he becomes much more approachable.

"I'm not a swordsman."

Tang Suiyun wore a sports vest, a shirt, and casual trousers. Her long sword was wrapped in blue silk and tucked behind her waist. When she smiled, she looked like she was enjoying the summer breeze on the beach.

"I just happened to be using a knife."

Barn smiled and nodded slightly to him, then said, "The four mythical beasts are important, but we cannot ignore the restrictions we are subject to."

"You sent these people out to gather information, firstly to involve more related causes and effects, making it easier for the Skynet to calculate the whereabouts of the Four Mythical Beasts, and secondly to use them as bait to figure out who the other side is and to see through the limitations on our side."

Dongfang Wuyou nodded slightly and said, "That's right, that's exactly what I'm planning, and I guess the other side is about the same."

"However, while the overall strategies are similar, the minor variations are endless. On-the-spot choices are the most important, which is why our side must have someone who can oversee the whole situation."

"Brother Barn, do you have any suggestions?"

Barn thought for a moment, but his suggestion seemed unrelated to the previous topic: "The current state of this territory is not grand enough. We should build a magnificent and expansive city or palace."

Dongfang Wuyou's expression shifted slightly. He glanced back at the Heavenly Net and chuckled, "Then let's build a Godless Palace!"

On the east bank of the Xinhe River, amidst an endless illusion, suddenly a series of mountains rose up, the highest peaks towering thousands of kilometers above the ground, with faint flames about to erupt and billowing black smoke.

The palace is nestled among the mountains, with the plaque of "Palace Without Gods" hanging high above.

Lin Touhua saw it from afar, then used her power to alter the terrain, imitating the Tianshan Mountains but enlarging it many times over, creating the shape of the Tianxia Society's headquarters.

"The World Society is a place where masters harm their disciples, and disciples kill their masters. It's so unlucky."

Yan Kuangtu shook his head violently, raised his hand and struck the plaque from afar, erasing the three characters "Tianxia Hui" and replacing them with three other characters.

"Since I'm the one in charge here, let's change it to 'My Power Gang,' hahaha!"

Guan Luoyang sensed something and thought to himself: In the background of "The Legend of the Divine Swordsman", after you old man founded the Power Gang, it seems that at the peak of your career you were besieged by the entire martial arts world and even betrayed by your own successor and son.

Well, compared to the World Society, this is probably not a good omen at all.

(End of this chapter)