In the Imperial Capital, which had swelled to over ten million people with the influx from various regions, everyone was looking at the Map of Rivers and Mountains, living in constant fear.
This heavenly treasure that protected the Imperial Capital and the Great Yu Dynasty’s destiny had been slightly opened by two giant hands, and even some people were pulled inside.
The heavenly treasure is the very foundation of the nation and also a symbol of the imperial authority.
No one could have imagined that the Huanmo Sect could have left a hidden move within it.
For a time, the hearts of the people in the Imperial Capital were unsettled.
It was understandable that the emperor did not personally intervene.
But what about the Eighth Stage of the imperial family?
The Great Yu Dynasty, which controlled the Central Plains and encompassed the aura of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, surely didn’t lack an Eighth Stage cultivator, right?
Just as this absurd thought was fermenting in people’s minds, a cold snort echoed from within the imperial palace.
The voice reverberating through the heavens and earth was neither male nor female, old nor young; it sounded like the roar of waves against the shore and the rumble of the earth, as if it were a natural sound.
A small yellow flag condensed in the air.
Its vast and solemn aura illuminated the sky, and its pressure was so intense that even martial artists at the Sixth Stage found it difficult to maintain their composure, their consciousness souls dimming, and their inner and outer worlds freezing, losing all their supernatural abilities.
Is someone at the Seventh Stage making a move?
No, this isn’t the Seventh Stage; it’s truly the Eighth Stage, divine power reaching the heavens.
A dragon’s roar emerged from within the flag, and countless dragons appeared, forming scales on the Map of Rivers and Mountains, and soon taking shape.
This dragon was countless feet long, with five claws, complete with horns and whiskers, but its face lacked eyes.
The dragon soared through the sky, directly towards the Map of Rivers and Mountains.
The dragon’s shadow tore through the sky, illuminating the horizon.
A bl**d bead floated out from the Gate of the City of Divine Beings.
bl**d mist obscured the sky, shadows overlapping, red light seemingly burning the Map of Rivers and Mountains, staining this heavenly treasure with a sinister and eerie appearance.
In the next second:
The dragon plunged into the sea of bl**d, stirring up waves thousands of meters high. The two forces clashed, engulfing the sky above the Imperial Capital.
Strange lights gathered and vanished, representing powers beyond common understanding clashing.
The world within the Map of Rivers and Mountains turned into a kaleidoscope of colors, beautiful yet terrifying.
“Second Grandfather…”
All the martial officials present knelt on the ground, including those who had not received the protection of the Seventh Stage.
Li Mo almost went weak in the knees just now.
Fortunately, Bing Tuozi held him, her cool and soft hand giving him an inexplicable sense of defiance.
The ordinary stick in the small world let out a resounding sound, exuding an awe-inspiring presence, allowing him to straighten his back.
“This is the Eighth Stage, a transcendent powerhouse…”
Li Mo’s throat felt dry.
Even though they were fighting within the Map of Rivers and Mountains, some of the energy leaked out.
If they were to fight in the sky above the Imperial Capital, even with the city’s defenses, ordinary people without the protection of Seventh Stage powerhouses would likely find it extremely hard to survive.
“Have you ever seen an Eighth Stage battle before, Bing Tuozi?”
Li Mo had just managed to straighten himself up after a moment.
Ying Bing remained calm throughout, as if she were not standing on the ground but looking down, her clear and cold gaze seeming to look down upon everything.
“Not in this lifetime.”
“Why then…”
“In the Eighth Stage, Jiang Wen is considered the weakest. His Eighth Stage isn’t entirely due to his own strength.”
Ying Bing spoke lightly, but her words made Li Mo lean back slightly.
How does she know?
“Hmm, it’s just using the power of the national destiny…”
Shang Wu wrinkled her nose, clearly unhappy, rolling up her sleeves as if still ready for battle.
“Master, this… Let’s give them a break today.”
“Alright, I’ll give my precious disciple face. Next time, we’ll restore Shang and defeat Yu.”
Shang Wu took the opportunity to step down gracefully, her words filled with ambition.
“Who do you think will win between these two?” Li Mo asked.
Ying Bing frowned and pondered,
“They’re evenly matched. If the Map of Rivers and Mountains tilts completely towards Jiang Wen, he would have a hundred percent chance of winning, it’s just a matter of time.”
The heavenly treasure can change the balance of power between Eighth Stage cultivators…
Li Mo gained new insights into the heavenly treasure, but then he realized something was off:
“The Great Yu imperial family has controlled the Map of Rivers and Mountains for so many years, and the bl**d God, who was only sealed inside, has no reason to use the power of the heavenly treasure, right?”
“But He seems to be too familiar with this divine artifact… almost as if He participated in its creation…”
Ying Bing expressed her feelings.
Li Mo found it quite mysterious.
Little Li, a genius, made a somewhat unreliable guess, saying he might not understand the great principles or the heavenly treasure, but he might explain it better with his experience from his past life.
The Map of Rivers and Mountains is like an order, and the bl**d God has been suppressed within it for many years, gradually becoming a virus within this order.
The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths were recreated by the Nine Immortals led by Ying Huang, and the primary function of the Map of Rivers and Mountains is to reflect the world.
That means, the bl**d God could even be the developer of this order…
The Great Yu Dynasty is currently the administrator of this order.
As he pondered,
The battle within the Map of Rivers and Mountains ended, not fully concluded, but the two sides began to confront each other.
Voices echoed through the heavens and earth, grand and solemn, dark and low.
It was as if two entities were in dialogue, but the content was incomprehensible to ordinary people because language had lost its meaning as a medium.
This form of communication was probably similar to how Li Mo and Ying Bing communicated through the Consciousness Soul of Taiyin.
“What are they saying?”
Behind Ying Bing, a bright halo appeared, and the fluctuations of Taiyin entered Li Mo’s consciousness:
“The bl**d God says that back then, you betrayed us. If you try to stop Him again, it will be an all-out destruction, turning the Map of Rivers and Mountains into a sea of bl**d.”
“Jiang Wen says that if not for hiding within the Map of Rivers and Mountains, His body and limbs would have separated, and He would have disappeared long ago.”
“The bl**d God not only wants to leave but also wants to take away the Heavenly Phoenix Domain.”
“Jiang Wen refused, telling Him to take it if He has the ability.”
After a while,
The fluctuations continued to reach Li Mo:
“It seems they have reached an agreement.”
“They are betting on the outcome of this trial in the City of Divine Beings. If the City is breached during the trial, the bl**d God wins and can take the Heavenly Phoenix Domain. Otherwise, He will leave.”
Hearing this, Li Mo furrowed his brows. This bet seemed unfair.
Regardless of the outcome, the bl**d God would leave.
If He is considered a virus within the order, leaving would indeed be beneficial to the Map of Rivers and Mountains…
But in reality, letting such a demon god leave would surely cause chaos among the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
Or perhaps, was it the mysterious Ninth Heaven Immortal who intentionally left room for negotiation?
“Jiang Wen agreed,” Ying Bing said softly.
