Each of the nine dragon maidens possesses extraordinary abilities.

“Reality and illusion, forward and backward, left hand and right hand, they look like two separate things,” Lu Yueyuan said.

“But actually, it’s one, like Yin and Yang. They are opposites, yet they are one. You’ve been jumping around on the timeline for so long, you must have heard the saying that all the gods actually share a common origin, and all the power in this world comes from that origin.” The Holy Emperor said, “Hey, don’t look at me like that, I don’t actually know the answer either.”

“But you must know something,” Lu Yueyuan said.

"Hey, do you want to ask me a question? You're being quite fierce, but I'll let you have your way since you've done so much." The Holy Emperor sat up straight, his white-stockinged legs swinging back and forth under the table.

Lu Yueyuan thought for a long time before finally speaking: "The sword you buried, and the people who died there..."

The Holy Emperor said, "Ah... you've discovered it. Yes, you're right. My sword—that so-called divine weapon—is actually a person. This is my biggest secret, but I didn't force her. She became my sword willingly."

The Holy Emperor snapped his fingers, and an image floated on the blank table. The background made it impossible to tell what era it was from. A tall girl with long black hair was wearing bone armor and a bronze mask. She held a weapon that looked like a halberd, and behind her, flames were burning. The firelight illuminated the girl's body, making her look heroic and valiant.

"Her name was Jiang Dingqu, the daughter of a farmer. Her family was chosen as human sacrifices, and the whole family died except for her. That child was actually quite lazy. Her favorite thing to do every day was to sleep. Sometimes, even when the enemy was attacking, she would still be sleeping like a dead pig." The Holy Emperor said softly, "She was already dead when I buried her there. The sword was just her shell, and what remained was just a remnant of her consciousness."

"Those white bones beside the sword..."

"They are all her reincarnations. Do you believe in gravity? There is a saying that the soul is part of gravity. No matter how many times you are reincarnated, you will be driven by your soul. That child is probably like that too. Because she was unwilling to accept her fate, no matter how many times she was reincarnated, no matter what identity she became, she would come to this place to keep studying until she died. She died there many times, so many that I lost count."

"What does she want to do?" Lu Yueyuan asked.

"Who knows? I've never really understood that child's thoughts. But it seems she wants revenge for me. She's been researching the body she possessed when she was Jiang Dingqu, that is, that sword, and even created the [Divine Rhythm], but it seems she hasn't activated it. Maybe she's given up. Sigh, that's why I really dislike my followers. They're too fanatical, sometimes so crazy that it scares me. I just hope they leave me alone and go live their own lives. Even though they've been reincarnated, they're still so stubborn. It's a bit ridiculous," the Holy Emperor said.

"That's why you're so cold to those arrogant people."

"God is inherently indifferent. Not only me, but all other gods are the same. Except for the agents, believers are just consumables."

"That's really going too far."

“What do you mean by excessive? This is the truth. Gods need the faith of believers to maintain their power. They treat them as food. Do you think blessings are something good? Once you get hooked, you can’t get rid of them for all eternity…” the Holy Emperor said. “I buried that child there hoping she would obediently reincarnate. Who knew she would be so stubborn? Even after reincarnating to another state, she still managed to find me.”

“But her research did help me. If I hadn’t seen her diagrams and activated the Rhythm of God, Ming Huaiwei’s power wouldn’t have been weakened so much, or even damaged at its source,” Lu Yueyuan said.

"I see. Well, maybe she knew something too. But now she can rest in peace. Her preparations paid off. I pray for her and hope she forgets me in her next life."

"You said she willingly became your weapon, and Pride's ability is also... do you think it's possible?" Lu Yueyuan thought of Pride. He remembered that she had told him that the reason she created the Seven Deadly Sins organization was to imitate the Holy Emperor's Guard in ancient legends.

Moreover, arrogance also has the awareness to transform into swords, but the difference is that Jiang Dingqu transforms into a sword, while arrogance transforms into a knife.

"Impossible! Don't I know my own followers? Arrogance can't be the reincarnation of Jiang Dingqu. Their souls are completely different." The Holy Emperor waved his hand. "That's why I didn't want to respond to Arrogance before you came. That kid is even more self-willed than Jiang Dingqu, if not more so."

"So you just watched them get killed by me without stopping them?" Lu Yueyuan asked softly.

Only then did the Holy Emperor look at him, her golden eyes gazing at him for a long, long time. Suddenly, she smiled gently: "But now, you're on their side, aren't you?"

Chapter 57: The Song of Prophecy

Should he stand on their side? No, Lu Yueyuan doesn't stand on anyone's side. He just wants to use them, and of the seven deadly sins, only pride is useful.

“I’m only on your side,” Lu Yueyuan said.

The Holy Emperor clapped his hands with a smile: "Wow, I'm glad you said that. We share glory and we share humiliation, right? But you don't need to hide it. I can tell you don't want to drag them down with you. On that point, I'm on the same page as you."

"But I will use arrogance."

“That child is just like you, with a noble and unyielding soul. Perhaps you two are a good match?” The Holy Emperor scratched his head awkwardly. “Hey, that sounds like you’re saying something sarcastic because you don’t want my agents and my followers to be together. No, no. By the way, how about we celebrate breaking the first blockade? Lend me your body.”

Lu Yueyuan saw the expectant look in the girl's eyes and did not refuse.

It was an ordinary night in Baidi City. Nothing much happened. The usual lively places were still bustling. After Ming Huaiwei fell asleep, he was looked after by Ao Man, while Lu Yueyuan flew alone on his qi.

He landed on a lonely mountaintop, where the moonlight shone and there was nothing. The body, now under the control of the Holy Emperor, began to move, clapping its hands and singing a song facing the direction of the divine artifact.

[When the heavens die, the holy emperor is born, and seven wicked ministers lie beneath the throne.]

They do not worship gods or heaven, but only iron armor and broken shoulders.

The first is laziness; the lazy one sleeps, sleeping for ten thousand years.

Bone-corroded iron armor, a dream turned into an abyss.

This body is as immovable as a mountain.

When I woke up, the world had changed.

Secondly, jealousy; the jealous weep, their tears of blood drying.

I saw my old face reflected in the mirror.

All of nature's wonders can be imitated.

There is a hole in my heart that has never been filled.

Thirdly, anger; anger consumes, fire raging to the heavens.

He bears the burden of all the killing karma from all directions.

The wronged souls gather like birds returning to their nests.

If it doesn't destroy the lives of ordinary people, it will destroy itself.

The fourth is greed; greed leads to devouring, and the belly is an abyss.

The world has exhausted its resources, yet remains silent.

Its belly can hold thirty thousand acres of the netherworld.

Gold and jade may be beautiful, but a full stomach is hard to fill.

Its five desires, desires that entangle, are bound by red threads.

Crossing the sea without a boat, I become the sail.

Willing to be reborn a thousand times over,

I only wish to catch a glimpse of your face.

The sixth meal was a banquet, which ended when the feast was over.

Heaven and earth are gone, leaving only sighs.

Having tasted all the flavors of life,

He alone had not eaten.

Its seventh pride: the proud stand tall, their eyes like swords.

A thousand waves rise, pierced by a single punch.

The spine is cast into a pillar supporting the sky.

I would never stoop to discussing this with anyone in this lifetime.

The seven sins are exhausted, and the cycle begins anew; serving the ruler is like walking among tigers and wolves.

Once the stars have returned to their places, there will be no end to the reign beneath the throne.

His body clapped his hands uncontrollably, and finally bowed. Lu Yueyuan witnessed all of this through his consciousness and suddenly realized that he could control his body.

"Alright, the celebration is over," the Holy Emperor said. "This is a prophetic song that someone sang to me a long time ago."

“I thought your celebration was about feasting on my body,” Lu Yueyuan said.

"Haha... I do miss the taste of the human world, but maybe it's because I saw old friends that I really want to sing." The Holy Emperor said, "I couldn't sing when I was alone in the Nether Sea because I lost my voice. Fortunately, I have you now, and I can borrow your voice to sing."

Lu Yueyuan asked, "Do you really like singing?"

"Don't let my appearance fool you, a long time ago... I think it was when I was a child, I was a lark, and many people loved to hear me sing. Alas... now, I hardly have the chance to sing anymore. Even gods have their troubles. By the way, you accepted it so quickly. I thought you would find me strange," the Holy Emperor said.

“Of course, of course, even if you think that way, you can’t say it,” the Holy Emperor said. “You are my representative, you should consider my feelings, so don’t say anything that would hurt me.”

"Okay." So Lu Yueyuan said nothing more.

The scene of the mortal world was reflected in the Holy Emperor's pupils. He stood at the edge of the dark sea, his hands, now materialized, appearing on the handles. His golden eyes opened amidst the swirling sand, like an inextinguishable sun.

"When the stars return to their places, there will be no end to what lies beneath the throne..." He murmured, without making a sound.

The flying sand covered everything, and in the dark sea, something was stirring.

The same night, Qingzhou was also silent.

Flames burned outside, and the woman in green peeked her head out from under the covers. It was very quiet outside.

So does that mean she became a cultivator?

Now, she is a direct disciple of the recluse.

On the first day, the hermit taught her betrayal. The hermit said that loyalty is the least valuable thing for cultivators, and she was about to stage a betrayal before disappearing.

In fact, Qingyi probably guessed what she was doing; she was probably going to harm the young master who bought her.

The reclusive hermit had already told her about her mission, and she now understood just how important the bloodline of the Azure Phoenix was to Qingzhou.

But the hidden dangers brought to her by her bloodline have not yet been eliminated. Originally, the reclusive hermit was full of confidence and said he had a solution, but after going out for a while, he came back cursing and said that the first lesson he would teach her was betrayal.

Is a fight about to break out...?

Actually, she's still not used to it. Everything in Qingzhou is different from Zhongzhou. She feels that the people here have ill intentions towards her. At this time, she will think of the young master who bought her.

Now that I've finished answering the questions about my mother's request, what about the young master's?

Should she stop her master...?

Bang! The door opened, and the man walked in with his head hanging low.

Ah, Master is back.

What happened? She got out of bed and timidly turned on the magic instrument to light it up. She saw that her master's face was very ugly, like someone who had become rich overnight but lost everything at the casino and was now poor again overnight. He looked like he wanted to jump off a building to quit gambling.

"Lost... How could I possibly lose... Ji Cheng said I went easy on him that time, how could that kid...?"

Then she sat there all night, muttering to herself.

Qingyi didn't dare to sleep either, and stayed with her all night.

When daytime arrived, the senior sister who brought breakfast asked what was wrong with Master. Qingyi answered truthfully, including the words Master muttered to himself, which frightened the senior sister so much that she put down the food and ran away.

Finally, just before noon, the recluse came to his senses.

"My gambling skills still aren't good enough. Damn it, I've been surpassed by a junior." She gritted her teeth.

"Master, are you alright now?"

Qingyi finally managed to strike up a conversation with her: "You've been like that all night, it's scary. Would you like something to eat?"

"Ah, it's Qingyi. Don't worry, I just lost. I'll go find your senior brothers and sisters to gamble a few rounds later."

"it is good......."

The reclusive hermit rubbed her head: "Little Qingyi, it's really kind of you to keep me company. I'm sorry. By the way, would you like to join in the gambling?"

"Me, should I gamble too?"

"Yes, yes, whoever loses has to run thirty laps around the bamboo forest while shouting 'I'm a pig!'" The recluse's eyes lit up. "Want to come?"

"No, no, thank you..."

Chapter 58: Cute Pinch

The Nine Peaks Sect's investigation into Wuming Peak has concluded.

The outcome was terrible: Ming Huaiwei, Yunhai, and Yungui have all gone missing, their fates unknown, and the Huaizai Vein is now left unattended.

"Hmm... I'd like to hear what you guardians have to say. You're not really going to abandon your sisters, are you?" Su Zhaoran asked the guardians present.

“From what we can see, Ming Huaiwei's disappearance isn't as simple as it seems; moreover, our connection to her bloodline has vanished,” said Wei Daidan, the only one present in her true form. “Huai Zai Sea Pavilion is currently unmanaged, so I…”

"Did I agree?" "Sister wants to monopolize the distribution of spiritual energy? That won't do." "We disagree." Wei Daidan's words immediately caused the avatars on the field to argue among themselves.

"Stop for a minute!" Su Zhaoran said, "We need to deal with Ming Huaiwei's matter first. The disappearance of the guardian is a serious problem."

"Isn't my sister here? Then I'll leave it to her." Zhong Sifu said to Wei Daidan with a smile.

"I'm not going." Wei Daidan's expression changed, and he refused very quickly.

The meeting in the Chuiyi Hall quickly turned into a spoils-sharing session for the Huaizai Vein. In the past, with the Dragon Vein Supervisors and the Four Gods' representatives present, the Dragon Maidens wouldn't have dared to be so presumptuous. But with the changing situation, now it is the Four Gods who need the Dragon Maidens' support.

The old order has collapsed, and everyone just wants to split up as quickly as possible, hoping to get as much as possible off the other's corpse.

Is it not terrifying that such an existence can make a guardian disappear without a trace? It is terrifying! But so what? As long as they branch out across the Nine Provinces and consolidate their base, what can such an existence do to them? The Dragon Maidens have this confidence.

Of course, there are also those who appear greedy but are wary at heart, such as Wei Daidan, who has already secretly ordered people to investigate this matter.

The Holy Emperor's artifact, the Seven Deadly Sins, Gluttony, the token stolen that night... Even the most dim-witted Wei Daidan could guess the gist of it.