Chapter 835: The Evil Dragon Has Gone Mad
Originally, Shang Jue’s plan was to make Ye Li Dongjun the ninth seat, then erase Ye Li Dongjun’s consciousness and turn him into a living dragon puppet to participate in the Sumeru War.
Unfortunately, Ye Li Dongjun, a chess piece, died unexpectedly midway, bitten to death by a rat that appeared out of nowhere.
The plan was thus disrupted, and he could not personally participate in the Sumeru War.
Fortunately, Jin Yangtian, the young man he truly valued, had no accidents and could continue with the original plan.
Jin Yangtian’s talent was not only recognized by him, but Huang Ye had also praised his extraordinary talent.
As long as he encountered some opportunities and received Shang Jue’s personal guidance, Jin Yangtian’s achievement as a True God was almost a certainty.
It was also for this reason that this young man was one of the most likely candidates to become the second Pillar State.
The Imperial Civil War three thousand years ago had rendered the Second Gate Pillar virtually extinct, but the assets left behind had not been resolved. The seven great power factions had argued for three thousand years, delaying this matter for a full three thousand years. Finally, under the impetus of the council, a resolution was reached to rebuild the Second Gate Pillar.
It was truly ridiculous.
Shang Jue knew that the seven great power factions wanted to increase their control and influence over the Empire by controlling the Second Gate Pillar.
Let them have their way.
Neither Huang Ye nor he himself cared much about secular power.
They had higher goals.
Shang Jue narrowed his dark gold pupils into needles, gazing at the divine palace beneath the starry sky, his eyes reflecting the unchanging, ancient long night of ten thousand years.
“Your Majesty, ten thousand years have passed, and the changes in the world are unpredictable. Did you ever anticipate this predicament?”
Heavenly Revelation Divine Palace.
At the end of the Divine Steps, outside a towering golden gate that could support the sky, the Heaven’s Revelation Knight stood guard with his sword. His expression was indifferent, and he quietly stared at the middle-aged man on the distant precipice.
Although he showed no emotional reaction, his gaze never left the middle-aged man, and the giant greatsword in his hand subtly emanated wisps of golden patterns that rippled like water.
Clearly, he was prepared for a divine battle at any moment.
At the same time, a heavy thought spread through the gap behind him and into the hall. He respectfully said, “Your Majesty, that child seems to have not completed the mission you entrusted to him.”
The divine palace was dark, with only the faintly glowing gilded high-backed divine seat on the endless layers of stairs in the distance.
The woman in the dark gold imperial dress rested her elbow on the armrest, prop ped her delicate jaw, appearing to be dozing.
Hearing Theseus’s words, she slowly lifted her closed eyes, silent, and did not reply.
As Shang Jue had said, she was now in a predicament. Although she had repeatedly emphasized the seriousness of the matter to Xia Feng and placed all her hopes on this believer, she had no confidence that Xia Feng could truly seize the Blazing Sun Divine Domain.
Through the memories of her main body, she naturally knew that believers had many trump cards, extraordinary methods, and extremely high comprehension and talent.
But the believer was facing eight Sacred Realms, half of whom were beings who had retraced the path of a Venerable.
The difficulty of ensuring personal safety and seizing the Blazing Sun Divine Domain amidst such a pack of wolves was absolutely not ordinary.
However, she knew that Xia Feng was doing his best.
Through the Pale Contract Seal, she clearly sensed the violent fluctuations of Xia Feng’s spirit body, as if he were enduring extreme pain.
That kind of pain was very familiar to her; it was the power of the seal in the Place of Seal!
Moreover, as time passed, this pain grew closer and deeper.
“What exactly is this guy doing…” The woman on the divine seat subconsciously sat up, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, and her sense of unease grew stronger.
Only a dragon, whose spirit body and physical body were naturally strong like hers, could withstand the power of the seal. For a mere human like Xia Feng, enduring such pain was no different from seeking death.
In fact, seeking death would be a form of release.
The power of the seal could make any human Star God wish they were dead.
“Buzz—Buzz—!” The woman raised her smooth back, covered with half white scales, and looked at the Pale Contract Seal appearing on the back of her hand. The speed at which it flickered accelerated until it entered a state of invisibility, appearing as if it were always lit.
This indicated that the believer’s will had reached the limit of the world and was about to collapse and be annihilated, falling into eternal slumber.
Such annihilation of will might not even be awakened by resurrection methods, because such extreme pain would cause its consciousness to develop a subconscious self-protection mechanism, unwilling to wake up again.
The woman in the imperial dress stared intently at the contract seal on the back of her hand, her pupils narrowing into needles at some point. Amidst her indifferent and detached emotions, fear seemed to be born.
She feared that the contract seal would suddenly shatter and turn into nothingness.
Fortunately, the contract seal did not collapse; instead, its brightness grew higher and higher.
This meant that the believer was still holding on.
Every extra second was torture.
She did not understand.
“Why are you trying so hard?”
Is it for me?
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Place of Seal.
The World Tree remained magnificent and desolate, its giant dragon skull, now just bones, still held high majestically, with unquenchable azure flames swirling around the high-backed divine seat directly below.
However, unlike before, there was no star-skirt woman on the divine seat today.
The Place of Seal was silent and desolate.
But below the Divine Steps.
A white-haired woman was pinned to the center of the ground by a sword body constructed of pale lightning. Her lower body was serpentine, like a beautiful snake pierced through the heart by a fishing fork, suspended in mid-air. Her cold white snake pupils, gazing at the treetop in the sky, were filled with fear and hatred.
She was Bai Suxi, one of the Bone-Masked Nightmare Gods that Xia Feng had captured from the Calamity Demon Sea in the Nightmare Realm as a hostage to threaten ‘Ze’.
There were two Bone-Masked Nightmare Gods: Ze and Bai Suxi.
Bai Suxi had been captured for nearly half a year. During this half-year, she lived in fear every day because the one on the divine seat would peel off a cold ice snake scale from her body and refine it to suppress reproductive desire.
Her scales were a kind of rare treasure. Besides suppressing desire, they could also slightly suppress pain, which was a good medicine for the woman on the divine seat.
In addition to refining her snake scales, the woman on the divine seat seemed to have a very monotonous life. Besides staring blankly, she would read the thick book that was almost worn out, occasionally writing and drawing on it.
When she was bored, she would go to the freezer below the Divine Steps and stand there alone for three days and three nights without moving.
The freezer once seemed to have stored some human sweets, and the smell still lingered.
In short, the divine being on the seat only did these four things every day. No matter how bored she was, she was unwilling to sleep.
If she slept, she could better suppress her reproductive desire and the pain caused by the seal.
But she insisted on peeling off her snake scales, and even used divine power to help her realm improve and her snake scales recover, and then peeled them off again.
Undoubtedly, this great existence, sealed here for ten thousand years, had gone mad! Mad!!
Just like now.
