The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma?

The Gate of Nine Realms.

The atmosphere in the main hall was as oppressive as the sky before a storm.

A dozen or so powerful individuals sat on either side of the long table. Some had gloomy faces, some had darting eyes, and some stared silently at the table.

Chen sat in the main seat, his white hair as white as snow, hanging down to his shoulders.

His blood-red pupils calmly swept over everyone present, and the star mark between his brows shone faintly in the candlelight.

His fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a rhythmic sound that seemed to strike the heart with each tap.

"Now, the Nine Realms Gate Token is in my hands, and it acknowledges me as its master."

Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

His gaze was so intense that no one dared to meet his eyes.

"Any objections?"

Everyone remained silent.

Not long ago, their sect leader, Burning Daoist, suddenly died.

At the critical moment of death, this man, who appeared out of nowhere, held the Nine Realms Gate Token and was established as the new Supreme Being and the next Gate Master of the Nine Realms Gate.

It's not that no one has tried to question this person.

Without exception, these people were all missing something—a tongue, a mouth, a nose, eyes, and ears.

Even worse, in some cases, the heart was removed on the spot.

The terrifying methods, combined with the approval of the Nine Realms Gate Token, left everyone with no choice but to accept it.

Seeing everyone nod, Chen's lips curled into a satisfied smile.

"very good."

He stood up, placed his hands on the table, and leaned slightly forward:

"That was the first meeting since the sect leader took office."

I know you have some reservations about the orders I previously issued, so I'm giving you a chance now.

These words caused a stir among the crowd.

A moment later, a powerful being stood up.

The man was burly and had a rugged face, but his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

"Sect Master."

His voice sounded a little strained.

"Bringing the disciples of the Central Divine Power back into the sect was something the previous sect leader had decided on."

Why are you sending out the Dharma Corpse of the Central Divine Power again?

Everyone nodded, their gazes shifting back and forth between Chen and the powerful cultivator.

He recalled the arrangements made by the previous sect leader.

[Those with great supernatural powers are forbidden from participating in battles; they may train disciples within their sects, but these disciples may not surpass those with intermediate supernatural powers.]

The order was bizarre and incomprehensible, but it received the approval of nine orders in total.

The convergence of the nine commands constitutes the highest will of the Nine Realms Gate, which cannot be defied.

But now, the new sect leader has released the Central Divine Corpse as soon as he takes office.

"You do remember the orders of the previous sect leader."

Chen narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing in his blood-red pupils:

"Why did you abandon the Shaanxi region after the nameless man from the Thousand Machines Pavilion only showed up and said a few words?"

His gaze swept over the crowd, his voice growing colder:

"All of the previous sect leader's arrangements were aimed at seizing the Myriad Paths Weaving Machine."

"And you lot have really been living a peaceful life for too long!"

Chen's face showed disdain, and he tapped his finger heavily on the table:

"When I inherited this position, you actually withdrew the arrangements from northern Shaanxi!"

"The Nirvana Corpses that you originally intended to take into your possession have been left unattended in Xi'an!"

Everyone looked troubled, and someone whispered their defense:

"But it was on the orders of the previous sect leader that we gathered the disciples of the Central Divine Power back into the sect..."

Chen nodded, his tone softening slightly, but his gaze remained sharp:

"There's no problem in gathering the disciples of Zhongshentong."

But why did you take back the corpse of the Central Divine Power?

What the Thousand Machine Hall is doing there now, nobody knows!

The crowd hesitated, and no one spoke again.

Chen straightened up, put his hands behind his back, and spoke in an unquestionable tone:

"I'll tell you what to do."

His voice echoed through the council chamber:

"All the corpses inside the gate were dumped in northern Shaanxi."

I have instructed my disciples to compile a list, including the names of the individuals, their innate abilities, and their destinations. You may send them there accordingly.

Someone mustered up the courage to ask a question:

"What should we do with the nameless one from the Thousand Machines Pavilion?"

Chen scoffed, a cold smile playing on his lips:

"The Thousand Machine Hall only has one great supernatural power."

If it dares to make a move, depending on where it strikes, I will personally test my strength against it!

"The advantage is in my hands!"

"Why are you still being so hesitant and coy!"

Everyone agreed in unison, and no one raised any further objections.

Chen stood up, flicked his sleeves, and left.

Stepping out of the council hall, the corridor was deep and dimly lit by candlelight.

As Chen turned a corner, he saw a figure who had been waiting for a long time.

The man's chest was wide open, revealing his shriveled chest and faintly visible ribs.

He wore a dark red robe and a bronze mask on his face, the expression on the mask being neither a smile nor a frown.

It was Pan Nanjun.

He leaned against a pillar, waved to Chen, and said in a somewhat languid voice:

"Your supernatural power is really convenient."

They didn't even need to dig a grave; they just pulled me all the way from Dongting Lake.

Chen glanced at him, continuing on his way: "Aren't you supposed to be focusing on healing your injuries? What brings you here?"

Pan Nanjun sighed and followed, "Still so direct..."

His voice lowered, tinged with worry:

I want to ask you, why did you send them to their deaths?

You should know that my disciples are currently not very good at fighting the Three True Ones.

Chen stopped and turned around.

He looked at Pan Nanjun, his blood-red pupils completely unmoved:

"The first half of this match has already been witnessed."

Even if I don't send them, they'll die sooner or later anyway.

His voice was calm:

"It would be better to let them go forward and expend some energy, so that we can—"

He narrowed his eyes. "Let's play the second half."

Pan Nanjun remained silent for a moment.

He felt that Chen was selling off his family's land without any remorse.

It's truly unpleasant to have your hard-earned savings wiped out in one go by someone else.

Pan Nanjun sighed, his voice behind the bronze mask carrying a hint of helplessness:

"Then it's up to you."

I'm also giving you my seven trusted confidants; I hope you'll make good use of them.

Chen nodded calmly without saying a word.

Then he asked:

"How's the situation over there in the wilderness?"

Pan Nanjun's voice lowered slightly:

"It will take a little more time."

Chen sighed: "I hope he can make it."

Otherwise, even a single instant of 36,000 powerful magical talismans would be beyond our ability to withstand.

Chen didn't answer, and turned to leave.

Pan Nanjun stood there, watching his figure disappear at the end of the corridor, and sighed softly.

Ultimately, they were the instigators of the first war of cause and effect.

Such unyielding spirit is truly admirable…

Chen hadn't walked more than a few steps.

Suddenly, someone came running up from the side corridor, carrying a scroll of bamboo slips in his hands, panting heavily:

"Sect Master, this is the list of all the medium-level supernatural corpses."

Chen took it, unfolded the bamboo slip, and quickly glanced at it.

The handwriting on it was neat and densely packed with names, supernatural powers, cultivation levels, and destinations.

"This time the efficiency was quite good."

He rolled up the bamboo slips and put them into his sleeve. "Go now. Our sect leader is recuperating in a secluded room."

"yes!"

The man bowed and withdrew.

Chen walked through several corridors and arrived at a hidden secret room.

Pushing open the door, the room was empty, containing only a stone table, a futon, and an incense burner.

Chen entered the secret chamber and closed the stone door.

He took out an incense stick from his sleeve, rubbed it with his fingertips, and the tip of the incense lit up with a red glow.

He inserted the incense into the incense burner, and wisps of smoke rose slowly, drifting through the secret room.

Chen sat cross-legged on the futon and closed his eyes.

The magical power surged, and the temperature in the secret chamber suddenly dropped.

The wisps of smoke gathered in mid-air, gradually outlining a human figure.

The figure was completely transparent, clearly in the form of a primordial spirit.

With delicate features and a slender figure, it was none other than Haishan.

To be precise, it's Haishan after he grew up.

The primordial spirit floated in mid-air, its arms clasped together:

"You're so slow! I've been waiting for you for ages."

His voice was clear and bright, carrying a kind of composure that made people inexplicably uncomfortable.

"So, did you get the list?"

Chen snorted coldly and remained silent.

He took out the rolled-up bamboo slip from his sleeve and tossed it casually. The bamboo slip flew steadily toward Hai Shan's primordial spirit.

Hai Shan reached out and caught it, unfolded it and glanced at it, his heterochromatic eyes gleaming.

"Yes, it's the same situation as back then."

He rolled up the bamboo slips again, tucked them into his sleeve, and said in a relaxed tone:

"Send it to your current senior."

"Just make sure he doesn't find any trace of me."

Chen stared at him, his blood-red pupils filled with vigilance:

"I hope you will keep your promise."

Hai Shan gave him a rather strange look:

"Do you have any other choice but to listen to me now?"

His voice carried a certain certainty that seemed perfectly natural:

"You don't actually think those guys who've been through six lifetimes and five reincarnations can beat me, do you?"

Chen's face stiffened, and he remained silent.

Hai Shan waved his hand, his tone becoming casual:

Don't worry, don't worry.

"My senior brother's Book of Life and Death is in my hands; all of you people of Fucheng will be safe and sound."

Chen was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded.

Hai Shan's primordial spirit gradually faded, like a wisp of mist dissipating in the sunlight.

Chen was left alone in the secret room.

He watched the last wisp of smoke from the burning incense stick burn out, and slowly closed his eyes.

He sighed deeply.

He then took out a bamboo slip and added some content to it.

【The Great Lord of All Spirits】

I have infiltrated the Nine Realms Gate and gained their trust.

Currently, all the medium-level magical corpses within the sect have been dispatched by me to the Shaanxi region.

Please take a look.