Each of the nine dragon maidens possesses extraordinary abilities.

Xunlan frowned at him: "So, you're going to satisfy your gods, right?"

Although the three gods worked together, they each had their own selfish motives. For example, the White Mountain Ancestor did not value the earth vein energy very much. His selfish motive was to use his power to reshape Youzhou.

But this will undoubtedly expand His faith. If everyone relies on the mountain for their livelihood, what will happen to the Blackwater Goddess?

Moreover, can sacrificing a portion of the land veins and transforming Youzhou really help us resist the Four Gods? Obviously not.

Xunlan said, "The Four Gods have always been domineering. They have followers all over the Nine Provinces. Their power is also very strong. Even though the Nine Peaks Sect lost a Heavenly Venerable representative in the internal war, it does not mean that we can gain the upper hand in the God War."

Cang Song asked, "If we can't start a divine war, and Youzhou can't be reformed, then what do you suggest we do?"

Yes, what should we do?

Xunlan suggested, "Let's not push things to the brink. The Jiuyi Sect isn't united either. We should make peace with the Jiuyi Sect, or at least with the faction that opposes the Four Gods."

She persisted in her own ideas, and her long-established intelligence network told her that this was the only correct way out.

The Nine Peaks Sect is indeed powerful, but it is internally divided into at least three factions: the sect leader's faction, the nine guardians' faction, and the four divine agents' faction. Moreover, each of these three factions is also in disarray.

Leaving aside the faction of the sect leader and the faction of the agents, the nine guardians alone have been scheming against each other, fighting for power and profit, and wishing the other dead.

In this situation, Youzhou could completely regard Mo Zhiyan and Qing Zaishan's entry into Youzhou as their personal actions, separate them from the Jiuyi Sect, and try to win the support of other members of the Jiuyi Sect.

For example, the sect leader's faction.

The sect leader's faction was isolated and helpless because it had no divine backing, and was also suppressed by both the protectors and the divine agents. It could be said that it was all in name only.

Xunlan believed that this was the best thing for Youzhou, but she had already advised the Ghost King before. However, judging from the Ghost King's attitude, although he did not reject it, he did not accept it either.

He could never forget the hatred for his father's murder.

At this moment, he also looked at Su Changming: "Brother Su, what do you think? Do you also think that we should go and negotiate peace with the Jiuyi Sect?"

Su Changming nodded: "Even if we don't negotiate, I will stick to my original point of view. At the very least, we should talk to Qingzhou and get Qingzhou's support."

At this point, the Ghost King finally understood.

Neither the three agents nor the gods behind them wanted to start a divine war easily.

The three gods of Youzhou are attached to their homeland, so their homeland must be protected, but everyone's ideas on how to protect it are actually quite similar...

It would be unnecessary for the war to develop to the point of a divine war. Moreover, everyone felt that the Four Gods did not want to fight a divine war. They were only there for the earth veins. The intensity of the war was actually still maintained on the side of the agents. Didn't you see that in Qingzhou, the Heavenly Venerable's agent died, but the Heavenly Venerable himself didn't even fart?

Even their favorite proxy died without seeking revenge. Doesn't that demonstrate the Four Gods' attitude? As for Youzhou, what if they start a divine war first and really push the other side to the brink? If the Four Gods' followers swarm in from all directions and all nine guardians are mobilized, even if they can withstand it, Youzhou will be utterly destroyed.

And can they really withstand it? Putting aside the battles between gods, in this area below, they couldn't even get past Qing Zaishan, let alone Ji Cheng, who is the most capable fighter.

No matter how unwilling the Ghost King was, he understood the three gods' meaning. Now that things had come to this, he had no other choice but to do so.

He said, "Let's prepare for the worst. If our talks with the Jiuyi Sect and Qingzhou fail, we need to have a backup plan. Brother Cang, half of the earth veins is too much. How about a third? Can we ask our ancestor to build the Netherworld Curtain and reconstruct Youzhou?"

Cang Song remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "I can only say that I will try my best."

The Ghost King then said to Xun Lan and Su Changming, "Considering that there are still many dead souls that have not been eliminated, I will trouble you two to handle the matter of contacting the Jiuyi Sect and Qingzhou."

The group exchanged a few more words before dispersing.

Cangsong stood tall above Youzhou, overlooking the location of the earth's veins. Xunlan chased after him, frowning as she asked, "Are you really going to do that to satisfy the White Mountain Ancestor?"

"The ancestor did not do it for himself."

Cang Song said, "The rise of the mountain range will indeed deplete the earth's vein energy, but it will also bring more abundant resources to Youzhou. I assure you, I will not move the location of your believers near the River of Oblivion. I will only reinforce the original location and surround it with the energy of the Ancestor."

He slightly raised his hand.

The land surrounding Youzhou was soon engulfed in a thick, earthy-yellow energy, which from a distance looked like a sandstorm. However, before long, the sandstorm transformed into a continuous mountain range.

A thick mass of energy rose up and connected with the thin veil of darkness above.

At that moment, Xunlan understood that Cangsong had not lied.

The White Mountain Ancestor was truly prepared to sacrifice himself. Once the Netherworld Curtain completely shattered, or a divine war broke out, the energy of the mountain range he had constructed would become a second line of defense, which also contained the Ancestor's divine essence.

Shared glory, shared humiliation.

If the White Mountain Ancestor dies, Cang Song will also die.

The earthy yellow and the black above them are intertwined, thus becoming a community of shared destiny.

"Once I'm sacrificed, Youzhou will depend on you and Changming."

Cang Song patted Xun Lan on the shoulder, then rode away on his spiritual energy to find a place to heal his wounds.

Moon stars are rare.

The Ghost King came to Beifeng's palace again.

He conveyed the meaning of the three representatives present today.

Bei Feng nodded. She looked rather listless today; her hidden injury had flared up.

That was a hidden injury from a long time ago.

Over the years, the Ghost King has consulted many cultivators, but none of them have been able to cure the Queen's illness.

To be on the safe side, the Ghost King even personally learned methods of nourishing and healing souls. He figured out his own techniques for constructing soul-related spells during that period.

Even so, the Queen's illness did not improve much. She suffered from hidden injuries for many years, and no matter how many healing artifacts and secret treasures the Ghost King found, it was no use.

Bei Feng looked terrible tonight, so it wasn't a good time to talk to her. The Ghost King finished setting up the great formation for her and then left.

As soon as I returned to the main hall, someone came to report.

It is said that an envoy from the Jiuyi Sect has arrived.

The Ghost King frowned, and before he could reply, his guard's next words made his eyes widen.

"The visitor calls himself Lu Yueyuan and claims to be the heir of the sect leader's lineage," the guard said. "He says he is a divine agent and can cure the queen's illness."

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The girl opened her eyes in confusion, surrounded by darkness.

She sat on the bed for a long, long time, and finally, slowly got off. She dared not move, dared not cry, dared not scream, afraid of attracting her parents' attention, but where was she? She felt terribly hungry and wanted to call her sister's name, but dared not utter a sound. She cautiously approached the door and peered out; a thick, earthy smell filled the air, followed by a maze of corridors.

The corridor was empty. She mustered her courage and walked forward, the darkness staring at her. Was this still the Demonic Cult? There was no smell of blood, no terrifying sounds, and she had just slept soundly. She heard footsteps in the corridor and, terrified, quickly hid behind it, watching two women enter her room.

"Oh no, Lord Qing Zaishan has gone missing!" "Find him quickly!"

Footsteps and dark shadows mingled together. The girl cowered in the corner in fear, feeling her belongings and touching a jade pendant.

It was left to her by her older sister.

Her parents wanted to refine her, and her brothers and sisters wanted to eat her. Only her older sister treated her the best, protecting and caring for her. Her sister said that if she was in danger, she should use her spiritual energy to impact the jade pendant, and she would sense it. The girl quickly protected the jade pendant with both hands, and with the weak impact of spiritual energy, the jade pendant emitted a faint light.

In the dark, silent tunnel, this was the only warmth. The girl huddled there in fear, shivering... "Sister, sister," she called out in her mind. A child, in her coldest and hungriest moments, didn't call for her parents, but for her sister. Her sister appeared out of nowhere; her parents and siblings couldn't see her. The girl's only warmth came from her. She held her, gently tracing the back of her hand with her own, "I am your eternal warmth." And so, her sister and her jade pendant became her light.

Don't resent a child's cries; they are helpless too... Of all animal offspring, only human children cry loudly upon birth. Some say the baby's cry attracts hungry wild animals, and they are eaten. Others say the baby's cry softens carnivores, leading to instances of animals adopting infants. Regardless, in the absence of warmth, the only thing a baby can do is cry and suffer until warmth arrives, whether that warmth is a mother's embrace or the jaws of a tiger or leopard.

Therefore, the girl also longed for her sister to be her only warmth... "I will always be by your side." "One day, when you are in despair, we will meet again." "Love yourself until one day, you see me."

In truth, the girl had long since given up. Her parents had wanted to sacrifice her for long ago; she was the perfect offering. She couldn't hold on any longer, and on the very first night, her brothers and sisters were going to eat her. But her older sister gave her support, saying that when she escaped, they would finally meet again.

A little warmth is enough. Babies are very strong. Just give them a little strength to stand up, and they will have the courage to live on. This is the earliest form of courage in humankind.

Even for just a little bit of warmth, we should live on.

Why is there still no response? The girl is getting more and more scared. Although there is no smell of blood in this dark environment, she is still very afraid.

There was no familiar feeling of warmth on the back of her hand. Was her sister no longer responding? The girl unconsciously bit her nails and picked at the dirt. The small warmth disappeared, and courage turned into madness. In the shadows, splashes of ink dripped out.

She felt like she was going crazy; the world around her had turned into monsters.

The girl stood up unsteadily. No matter what, she had to keep going; maybe things would be different. Before the final madness descended, she had to squeeze out all her courage. So she took her first step, running haphazardly in one direction. Run, run! Wild beasts were chasing her. Only by imagining monsters behind her could a little child run so frantically.

Where is the warmth? Where is the warmth? The light on the jade ring disappeared, and the girl ran even more happily, even as pain gnawed at the soles of her feet.

Ghostly figures loomed, and darkness became the most terrifying monster.

During every hunting feast, her sister would guide her to hide under the corpses. It was through this that she always managed to escape the demonic cult's killing games. Her parents would grumble, "How come this girl just won't die?" She dared not say that she had a wonderful sister. Even if she was covered in blood, even if she smelled the sticky stench, it didn't matter. As long as that small warmth was there, she had courage.

Courage comes from "believing in yourself." This phrase itself has no magic, but the person who uttered it possesses it. "You'll leave here someday and become a very capable person," she firmly believed.

So she started running, the girl tracing sentences on the back of her hand... one after another, she could remember every word her sister had said to her.

Children will always remember the warmth that first comforted their crying.

Buzz! A halo suddenly bloomed, and footsteps approached. She stopped and saw a maid holding a glowing jade pendant standing there.

"Waaaaah!" She cried and rushed over, hugging her and sobbing uncontrollably. She really was still a child.

Tonight, the moon is bright and the stars are few; crows fly south.

Cang Song, who was healing his wounds, Xun Lan and Su Changming, who were clearing away the dead souls, and Lu Yueyuan, who was being led into the main hall by his guards to meet the Ghost King, all sensed something at the same time.

Lu Yueyuan asked the Holy Emperor, "That feeling just now..."

The Holy Emperor nodded, his expression extremely solemn: "That's right, it is power, and a very powerful power at that, containing many complex things such as time, cause and effect, and destiny."

"Is it the power of Mo Zhiyan, the power of Qing Zaishan, the power of the three gods of Youzhou, or the power of [death]?" Lu Yueyuan asked.

"It comes from the earth's veins, so it should be Qingzaishan."

Lu Yueyuan subconsciously began to think, "At this time, she has activated her powers again? What exactly is she doing?"

He couldn't understand the other party's actions at all, but Lu Yueyuan was certain that Qing Zaishan had indeed hidden something in the simulation. She wasn't originally this difficult to deal with.

However, he had no time to think deeply. He had already arrived at the main hall, where the Ghost King received him. The Ghost King was still the same as he remembered, with an air of authority, and asked him, "A member of the Nine Peaks Sect, what brings you to my Fengdu Ghost Palace?"

Lu Yueyuan respectfully replied, "I can cure the Queen's illness."

"Is the Queen ill?" the Ghost King asked.

“You know best,” Lu Yueyuan said. “If you don’t trust me, then I have no choice but to take my leave.”

The Ghost King laughed heartily, then his expression changed: "You little brat, are you kidding me?"

Lu Yueyuan said, "I'm not joking."

The Ghost King roared, "I'm not joking, you bastard! How do you know my wife is sick? If you can't answer that, I don't care which god's representative you are, I'll kill you, believe it or not!?"

Chapter 101: The World Has Always Been a Mess (4k)

"You little brat, who are you talking about?"

A magnificent voice suddenly escaped from Lu Yueyuan's mouth.

In an instant, the oppressive aura in the hall surged. The Ghost King subconsciously stood up, grabbed the handle, and almost knelt down on the spot.

This is divine power, the majesty that only erupts when a deity possesses the body.

The Ghost King was terrified. Faced with this terrifying majesty, he could not muster any thought of resistance. Little did he know that the Holy Emperor, due to his seal, could only possess him at this moment with ten percent of his power.

If the Holy Emperor were in full victory, the moment he possessed this main hall, it would have exploded.

The Ghost King recalled the scene when he met the three gods. The majesty of the gods made it impossible for anyone to have the will to resist, even if you were already a powerful expert in the Dao Realm.

The three gods of Youzhou were local deities, which already made the Ghost King feel that they were mysterious and unpredictable. But the god that Lu Yueyuan was possessing at this time made him feel that it was even more magnificent and great. The bright golden eyes were like stars that had just been lit in the night sky - eternity was about to disappear, but in the moment of disappearance, they were incomparably dazzling.

What kind of deity is this?

What kind of faith underpins His divine way? What are His powers? What is His domain?

The Ghost King didn't know, but he was certain that Lu Yueyuan was not backed by the Four Gods.

He had seen the agents of the four gods, and that extreme depravity and lust was completely different from the golden flames burning now.

So captivating, so beautiful, no one can ignore those eyes. When they look at you, you can hear your own heartbeat. At that moment, you could entrust your life to them.

"You are... I have never seen a god like you before, who exactly are you...?"

The rear palace of Beifeng.

She suddenly sensed something and abruptly stood up.

When she appeared in the main hall, she saw her husband stammering to a young man from Zhongzhou, using honorifics for the first time. When she looked at the young man, she also saw that divine power.

Unlike the Ghost King, Beifeng can see things in a purer way.

The Holy Emperor stood tall and unpredictable in the void, his golden eyes like the sun, extinguishing the darkness in the abyss.