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Chapter 127 There is no such thing as the Dao transforming into nothingness, there is only...

"Roar!"

The roar of the dark gray dragon shook the heavens. Su Yan, who had been perched on the shoulder of the Unborn Emperor, gradually recovered from his chaotic thoughts. He silently closed his jaw, which had almost dislocated from shock, his face filled with a complex expression that defied description.

The sheer amount of information revealed in just a few words from Emperor Wusheng and Xia Chongming left Su Yan completely stunned.

The original Nightmare Suppression Sect in the Central State was actually established by Emperor Wusheng under the pseudonym of the Holy Mother of Nurturing All Spirits. It was created to research the methods of Nightmare Suppression in an attempt to reverse the fate of Emperor Xia Yu, who was plagued by Nightmare Suppression and could not be cured by medicine.

The higher-ups of the Nightmare Town were once meritorious officials of Xia Yu, which is why they were so arrogant and domineering. As a result, the three masters of Xia Yu, whose reputation was well-known among the people of Xia Yu, never intervened in the troubles caused by the Nightmare Town followers. Ultimately, this was because the higher-ups of the Nightmare Town had merits that protected them.

If that were all, Su Yan would at most be left speechless by the Emperor Wusheng's dazzling display.

What truly shocked Su Yan was that the former Emperor Wusheng was actually a human with the bloodline of a nine-tailed fox!

It should be noted that in the present-day Xia Yu territory, all the folk songs praising Emperor Wusheng say that Emperor Wusheng was born as a powerful nine-tailed fox, to the point that Xia Yu has now developed a cultural custom that no village is complete without a fox immortal.

The Wusheng Emperor is the origin of Xia Yu's fox worship. Now, the cultivators of the Nightmare Town Sect are actually saying that the Wusheng Emperor was once just a fire-type human girl, not a chosen one born with pure nine-tailed fox blood.

From these words, Su Yan could conjure up countless dark and cruel stories of the royal court.

The thought of the possibility that the Emperor Wusheng had murdered his mother and brother sent chills down Su Yan's spine, who had a slight connection to the Nine-Tailed Fox bloodline.

"Fool."

Emperor Wusheng opened his mouth slightly and spoke, glancing sideways at Su Yan on his shoulder. He raised his hand and clenched it, and endless yellow winds swept up the remains of Emperor Xia Yu, grinding away at the flesh, membranes, and internal organs of the gray-black evil dragon.

In the blink of an eye, the roaring, earth-shattering dragon was reduced to nothing more than its weathered, fallen skeleton.

"There is no such thing as the Daoist method of non-action; all that exists is my elder brother's gift before his death."

Having regained his emotions, Emperor Wusheng's face revealed a slight trace of sorrow.

The throne of Emperor Yu may seem precious, but for the extraordinary Emperor Wusheng, it was not a treasure worth worrying about day and night.

The human bloodline of the Wusheng Emperor granted her unparalleled cultivation speed. When Emperor Xia Yu was alive, the Wusheng Emperor's cultivation level was already among the top in the palace. However, Emperor Xia Yu's health was always poor, and the Empress had been searching for doctors and medicines for him everywhere.

This is how the Crown Prince presided over the government while the eldest princess and Emperor Wusheng were out on military campaigns.

At that time, Emperor Yu was not as peaceful as he is now. Even Emperor Yu's three masters could not spare the time. They stayed by Emperor Yu's side until his death, using their cultivation to suppress Emperor Yu's gradually worsening condition.

The crown prince of Xia Yu died in an accident. When Emperor Wusheng rushed back from outside, Empress Su had already suppressed Emperor Xia Yu, and the crown prince was beyond medical help.

"Boom!"

The remains of the gray-black dragon fell into the yellow sand with a thud, sending sand flying into the sky. This sandstorm combined with the yellow wind that was grinding away at the blood, essence, bones, and flesh.

The yellowish-green world slowly faded, and the azure sky of Xia Yu reappeared. The Xia Yu main city, which seemed to have been erased, gradually emerged in Su Yan's eyes.

Emperor Wusheng stood atop the city wall beside the imperial city, gazing at the dragon-shaped skeleton lying on the ground.

On the dragon-shaped skeleton, wisps of bloody light gradually emerged, and flesh and organs seemed to appear out of thin air, churning inside the dragon-shaped skeleton, while ominous black smoke rose up once more.

The dragon is not dead yet!

Su Yan almost vomited when he saw this scene. This was no longer a case of murder and arson, but a crime scene resembling that of a deranged dismemberment killer.

Su Yan had never seen such a stimulating, explicit, and terrifying scene.

"The Undying Kingdom's race is nearly immortal. Forging divine weapons from their remains is the only way to stop their resurrection."

Emperor Wusheng looked at Su Yan, who was covering her mouth, and said calmly, "This is an immutable law."

The method of Nightmare Suppression is a gift from the heavens, a winning strategy for humanity to break through the encirclement of the chaotic war between all races.

It is imperfect and full of loopholes, but it is also an extremely perfect secret method.

Those who cultivate the Nightmare Suppression Technique will die, but the undead races that evolve from their remains are extremely valuable materials for refining weapons. As long as they are thrown into the weapon refining furnace, they can be used to create divine weapons.

The gray-black dragon possessed extraordinary cultivation in life, and the Undying Kingdom that evolved after its death also possesses catastrophic power that is invincible below the level of immortals and can exchange one for one with the level of immortals. By combining this remains with some precious materials, it is certain that an unparalleled divine weapon that will shock the cultivation world for hundreds of years can be forged.

However, the gray-black evil dragon could not be forged, and no one dared to persuade Emperor Wusheng to forge a suitable weapon.

The remains of the gray-black evil dragon were those of Emperor Yu of Xia in his previous life! The father of Emperor Wusheng, who dares to suggest that Emperor Wusheng use his father's remains to forge weapons?

"go with!"

Emperor Wusheng raised his hand and pointed. The Holy Sword, which was swirling around him, slashed through most of the sky above Xia Yu City and nailed itself to the gray-black dragon's skull. Its incomparably powerful force propelled the gray-black dragon's skeleton into the Demon Suppression Department's warehouse.

The Demon Suppression Bureau warehouse area, which had been razed to the ground after the dragon broke free of its seal, now has a black mist with array patterns spreading out from it. The Holy Sword, with the dragon's remains at its tip, crashes into the array and flies towards the golden door in the depths of darkness.

"Boom!"

The dragon's remains crashed into the iceberg, and endless cold air emanated from the iceberg, refreezing the broken remains of Emperor Yu the Great.

The Holy Sword spun around, flew out of the golden gate area, and stuck in front of the prayer mat.

A phantom emerged from the Holy Sword, its form gradually solidifying into the appearance of an old man. At the same time, another illusory, formless ghost also followed the old man out of the Holy Sword.

"Everything has a cause and effect relationship, so why do you insist on the result that has no cause?"

The old man sat back down on the futon, glanced back at the evil dragon and the nine-tailed fox iceberg, then looked at the remnant soul in front of him that could not take human form and said:

"Now, do you believe what I said?"

"Your Highness," the illusory figure spoke after a long silence, "that is, the Holy Mother of the Ten Directions, who nurtures all spirits..."

Before Emperor Wusheng revealed the truth, Xia Chongming had already fallen into a state of madness and loss of control. Now, after severing most of his soul and regaining his sanity, there is still one thing he does not understand.

"My younger sister is stubborn and unwilling to admit defeat, while at that time, the Xia Dynasty was in turmoil. I am the crown prince of the Xia Dynasty, and I once swore an oath to my subjects to bring prosperity for ten thousand generations."

The old man spoke with a hint of guilt: "My sacrifice can bring about a new Xia Yu, a prosperous Xia Yu."

"Your understanding of the Dao as non-action is my deception and fraud towards Ling'er."

The old man showed a look of guilt and sorrow as he recounted his unbearable past.

But at that time he had no choice. After his father and mother passed away one after another, his strength was insufficient to support the crumbling Xia Dynasty. At that time, Xia Yu faced the covetous eyes of foreign tribes and the icy climate, with internal and external troubles coming at him at the same time.

He had no choice but to lie, and the old man still feels ashamed to face the Emperor of No Life.

Xia Chongming remained silent as he looked at the old man.

Holy crap, I had a dream during my afternoon nap. In the dream, I was frantically updating my writing, and after writing more than 1,600 words, I said I was going to take a nap. When I woke up, I was still groggy and actually thought I had written more than 1,000 words.

Then I went back to sleep feeling at ease.

After waking up, there were no words; it was all a dream.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 128 Those who suppress the Nightmare shall be killed without mercy!

Xia Chongming stared at the old man in silence for a long time, his face gradually contorting into a ferocious expression, before roaring:

"Liar! You damned old liar!"

Xia Chongming could not accept this ending. He could not accept that the Holy Mother of All Spirits was able to obtain the nine-tailed fox bloodline through the Crown Prince's self-sacrifice, without any deceit or treachery involved.

This didn't align with his worldview, nor with the values ​​he had built up over a long period of experience. The more righteous the old man's answer seemed, the more ugly and insignificant he appeared.

Xia Chongming was filled with anger, his lifelong pursuit was nothing but a pipe dream, and the so-called Daoist non-action was ultimately the Crown Prince's willingness to sacrifice himself, using himself as fuel to light the way forward, so that Xia Yu could continue to move forward.

"Hehe. Are you surprised by the answer?"

The old man looked at the furious Xia Chongming, smiled, and said, "Shouldn't you know me very well?"

The old man was born in peace but witnessed chaos. He saw countless soldiers marching forward one after another, even when faced with celestial formations, they stepped forward without hesitation, using human lives to pave a safe path to obtain the divine weapon to slay the demon, and enabling Emperor Yu of Xia to shoot down the Bashe that threatened the land of Xia Yu.

Having overcome numerous obstacles along the way, the old man deeply understands what his responsibilities are.

Back then, there was no Emperor of No Life. Xia Yu faced all sorts of powerful demons and monsters, whose size was often larger than a city, and the unpredictable inheritance methods of clans and tribes.

The word "responsibility" permeated the first half of his life, and even now, as a ghost cultivator, he still does his part.

They guarded this place, watching over the foundation stone of Yu the Great, and accompanying his mother who had fallen into a deep sleep.

Xia Chongming initially used his cleverness to sneak behind the golden door without the old man's knowledge, but the old man eventually noticed and didn't make a fuss.

They even deliberately let him meet the Emperor of No Life.

Subduing a cultivator at the Tribulation Transcending stage who is proficient in evil arts is more cost-effective than directly killing and suppressing him. Of course, this was because the old man knew Xia Chongming's background and acted accordingly.

Although Xia Chongming has lost all his cultivation and his soul has become incomplete, it is not unsolvable.

It will just take some time; for the Xia Dynasty, several hundred years is but a blink of an eye.

The old man looked at Xia Chongming with a big smile.

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Inside the alternate dimension of the Demon Suppression Bureau's warehouse, an old man with a beaming smile was brainwashing Xia Chongming.

Meanwhile, atop the imperial city, Emperor Wusheng waved his long sleeves and issued an order: "Notify the Ministers of the Demon Suppression Division, the Ministry of War, and the Ministry of Justice to prepare sufficient prison cages. Those who suppress the Nightmare Sect do not want me to enjoy the celebration in peace. I will make sure they do not live past tonight!"

"Do any of you ministers have different opinions?"

"none."

Faced with Emperor Wusheng's inquiry, neither the court officials nor members of the royal family nor kings of other surnames had any objections, or rather, none dared to raise any objections.

There are some things that the Emperor Wusheng doesn't care about, which means he doesn't care. Once he speaks, no matter what happened before, you must now obey the Emperor Wusheng's will.

In the imperial court, there have always been cases of officials having vested interests with the Nightmare Town Cult. The Nightmare Town followers in the central state are some very useful outlaws. Some people who cherish their reputation, or those who are not comfortable to do things in person, can have the Nightmare Town followers do it.

They can even throw blame on people without any basis.

Emperor Wusheng knew about these things, but the actions and deeds of the officials were all in the interest of Yu the Great.

Those who break the law and violate discipline will be recorded, nurtured, and then uprooted to enrich the national treasury.

"click"

After the officials answered, the space in front of them shattered, creating a spatial tunnel.

The three masters of Xia Yu, the kings of different surnames, and the successor kings all parachuted directly into the hiding place of the Nightmare Town Cult through the space tunnel.

The Demon Suppression Division, the Ministry of Justice, and the Ministry of War, which were specifically named, also began to get busy.