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Until this moment, Wang Sijin finally breathed a sigh of relief, his face suddenly turning pale as he spat out a mouthful of old blood.
"Thud!"
The dark blood splattered on the ground, staining it red.
Wu Boyi's expression changed, and he hurriedly supported Wang Sijin, asking with concern, "Boss, your injury?!"
Wang Sijin waved his hand. "I'm fine. I just accidentally aggravated the wound earlier. I just need to rest for a while."
Wu Boyi took out some medicine and made him take it. After seeing that his complexion improved a bit, he continued with concern, "Boss, was it really necessary for you to take such risks? You didn't need to get hurt like this. Even if he is an immortal, with your strength..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Wang Sijin waved his hand to interrupt him.
"Boyi, your strength is not weak, and your mind is the best among everyone. However, your overall perspective still needs some improvement."
Saying this, Wang Sijin looked directly into Wu Boyi's eyes.
"Even though I can defeat Ye Mingshang, his father is Underworld River. The power of that black dragon is unfathomable; even now, I don't know what his limits are. Although that Old Dragon wouldn't come to kill me just because I defeated his son, you know my abilities; he also kills to enter the Dao and aims to take lives with every move."
"I cannot hold back in his battle, but if I go all out, casualties are inevitable at critical moments. If he dies, that Old Dragon will certainly not care about face or treaties. I fully believe he would come directly to wipe out my Black Witch Cult; after all, we are still too insignificant in front of him." At this point, Wang Sijin rarely managed a bitter smile.
He was an ambitious person. As his status rose, he was no longer satisfied with being just the leader of the Black Witch Cult; instead, he set his sights on something further.
Strategies can sometimes yield remarkable results, but at other times, the gap is too vast to achieve any effectiveness. If the Underworld River had any comparable enemies, perhaps there could be some manipulation. However, until now, he has no idea who could match him in battle. Perhaps the King of Hell could, but he has to suppress countless ghosts and has sent out his avatars to experience the mortal world.
Since the battle with the Killer Prince a thousand years ago, even the King of Hell has not made a move.
Gods can intervene, but they are not allowed to descend into the mortal realm; at most, they can only possess a mortal's body. But how much can a mortal's physique endure? Even at their limit, it would hardly be enough to defeat the Underworld River.
So now it is quite awkward; facing the Underworld River, he can only choose to avoid confrontation as much as possible. Fortunately, the Underworld River is not radical; otherwise, this world would not be so peaceful.
Everyone compares him to other demons and corpses and refers to them as the Four Great Holy Kings. However, in Wang Sijin's eyes, this is a joke. Although he has not interacted much with the other Holy Kings, having witnessed the might of the Underworld River, he does not believe such a powerful existence could have more.
"But being unapproachable does not mean there are no weaknesses. We cannot trade with the Underworld River, but we can trade with his son, Ye Mingshang," Wang Sijin said with a glint in his eye.
"If we can gain Ye Mingshang's assistance, even if he does not mobilize his forces behind him, just by himself he would be a significant help."
"Moreover, his Xian Dao is very different from what I know; it is very likely that he is on that path."
"That path?! Isn't that a dead end? No one has ever succeeded." Wu Boyi exclaimed in surprise.
"That's right, it is that path," Wang Sijin nodded. "However, it is not true that no one has ever succeeded; the great deities of ancient times all walked that path."
"But that's just a legend."
"Our existence is still a legend to ordinary people."
Wang Sijin interrupted, then looked up at the sky.
"This world is about to become unsettled. Ever since the blood moon appeared, various dark forces have been stirring. Those from the Taoist Sect have also begun their preparations."
"This is an era of chaos, where major forces have nearly reached their peak. Someone has achieved a level of immortality that hasn't been reached in hundreds of years, and it’s a path that hasn’t appeared for thousands of years."
"The reincarnation of the Killer Prince is present in this world, and a bloody storm is destined to occur. An upheaval is imminent; we just don’t know how intense it will be."
Taking a few steps forward, he declined Wu Boyi's offer of assistance. Wang Sijin stood with his hands behind his back, exuding an overwhelming aura.
"I once said that I do not want my life to burn slowly like a candle, but rather to be like fireworks—brief yet dazzling. I desire brilliance, even if it means being shattered into pieces or having my soul scattered."
The sunlight illuminated him, making him appear even more divine.
In that moment, Wu Boyi felt as if he were gazing upon a deity!
He then looked into the distance.
Indeed, this world is already destined to be anything but peaceful...
...
No one knows that in a certain mountain range of the Underworld, this place is covered in ice and snow year-round, beautifully adorned in silver.
On the mountaintop stands a castle, its colors reminiscent of ice and snow, creating a dreamlike atmosphere, as if straight out of a fairy tale.
Inside this castle, on a snow-white throne, sits a figure draped in white garments, with only a delicate chin visible.
Flap!
A pure white Dove flies in. She extends her slender hand to catch it and untangles the Bamboo Bag wrapped around its leg. After observing it for a moment, she feeds the dove some food before releasing it.
"Hehe!"
She laughs, and her laughter is as melodious as silver bells, seemingly capable of clearing one's mind.
"You are finally going to find that place. It seems I can no longer stay here."
"Shura!"
Suddenly, accompanied by a swirl of black mist, a gaunt middle-aged man appears. He kneels on one knee, one hand resting on his knee and the other clenched on the ground, showing great respect.
"Shura, I will be leaving for a while. During this time, you will manage the Snow Empress Castle."
"Yes!" the man replies respectfully.
With a flash of white light accompanied by ice and snow, and what seems to be the sound of pleasant wind chimes, Ouyang Xue has already departed.
Far away, thousands of miles away, lies the Sichuan Dragon Emperor Mountain Range.
Within a vast and endless expanse of mountains is a forbidden area for humans. In the middle of a large lake, an eye larger than a lantern suddenly opened.
This is an Abyssal Behemoth, and even the vast lake does not seem wide enough for its enormous body.
Its voice rumbled like distant thunder, creating a series of bubbles.
"The aura of the Ink Spear has been activated. That kid has actually grown to this extent."
Thinking this, the giant eye slowly closed.
"Truly worthy of being my son."
Ye Mingshang, residing in Miao Witch, was unaware that in different corners of this world, there were those who were watching him.
It was as if the world revolved around him; the atmosphere was strange and terrifying.
But one thing was certain: this world was no longer peaceful...
(To be continued.)
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