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Chapter 304: A Quasi Emperor!

Heavenly Origin Realm. The original location of the Blood Demon Clan.

At this moment, looking around, the earth was shattered, and the scenery desolate. Crimson miasma lingered in the sky, as if millions of creatures were wailing, their voices tearing through the void and traversing the river of time, incessantly swirling. Every being approaching this area couldn't help but feel a chill down their spine, even the mighty Saints felt a bit jittery.

The place was too horrifying. Not long ago, in that battle, not to mention Saints, even Great Saints fell in large numbers. Even the blood of Quasi Emperors stained the void, giving every inch of land a demonic aura. It felt like entering an endless purgatory, extremely terrifying.

Occasionally, some cultivators practicing demonic arts entered, but they dared not venture too deep. They only hovered on the periphery for a short time. If they went a little further, those with shallow cultivation would lose their minds and go completely insane.

Thousands of miles away from the battlefield, next to an inconspicuous hill, in the void, a divine ship floated. It was thousands of feet long, with scars of blades and spears covering its hull, appearing weathered, as if it had emerged from blood and fire, having experienced countless wars.

A large flag fluttered at the bow, bearing the words "Great Yin." Below the flag were countless elites, clad in armor, wielding spears and halberds, their bodies emanating a vigorous blood aura.

"If it weren't for the guidance of the Pavilion Master, who could have imagined that in such a place, there would still be a Saint's inheritance?" a man in blue robes standing on the divine ship remarked, looking down at the hill below with envy in his eyes.

This man was originally a lone cultivator. After breaking through to the level of Holy Lord, he joined the Great Yin Dynasty and became a worshiper. On ordinary days, they didn't need to show themselves unless there was a major event. Now, following the Great Yin God Emperor, they were here to guard the information Bei Chenheng just bought from the Heavenly Secret Pavilion.

Currently, Bei Chenheng has entered the opportunity. The more critical the moment, the more cautious one must be. No one can be certain whether there are individuals from other forces lurking in the nearby void, waiting for Bei Chenheng to emerge and then seizing the opportunity in his hands.

In the past, such incidents have occurred many times. It is said that even the Tai Chu Holy Land suffered a great loss due to negligence. Since then, every faction has become more vigilant, always guarding against those who might attempt to take advantage.

"Indeed," a person nearby nodded in agreement, saying, "Back then, during the great battle with the Blood Demon Clan, the Quasi Emperor intervened, and the opportunity of a Saint was not discovered.

"Today, it has fallen into the hands of the Great Yin Dynasty. It must be said that it's fate. To some extent, the Heavenly Secret Pavilion Master has already represented destiny."

Some whispered, and upon hearing this, many remained unfazed. Clearly, they shared the same sentiment. Sometimes, things vigorously fought for cannot be obtained, while a casual guidance from the Pavilion Master can significantly boost one's strength. Isn't that destiny?

"It's a pity. A hundred years ago, all my savings were used to buy materials for refining weapons. If I had some savings left, I might have bought an opportunity from the Heavenly Secret Pavilion. Perhaps…" A man in blue robes sighed, his face expressing regret.

"The future is long, Fellow Daoist. Don't be disheartened," someone consoled.

"As we are currently followers of the Great Yin Dynasty, it's better for everyone to be cautious and vigilant. The more critical the moment, the more we should not let our guard down," a middle-aged man in armor spoke solemnly.

"The general is right," others nodded in agreement, refraining from further words.

Before long, a thunderous sound resounded, and the hill below exploded, debris flying everywhere. A powerful aura of a Saint soared into the sky, stirring the winds and clouds. A majestic dragon aura swept over thousands of miles, and as soon as those on the divine ship sensed this aura, a hint of joy appeared on their faces.

"The God Emperor is coming out!" Wearing armor, the man exclaimed, "It seems that this trip has been smooth and without surprises!"

Others, too, breathed a sigh of relief. Originally, they were just followers of the Great Yin Dynasty, using their own strength to exchange for resources. They had no deep sense of belonging to the Great Yin Dynasty because they were originally wandering cultivators. Being able to cultivate peacefully without anyone making a move at this time was the best outcome for them.

In the sky, Bei Chenheng descended with both hands behind his back, stepping down from the void step by step. Before touching the ground, countless soldiers kneeled, shouting loudly: "We greet the God Emperor!"

"Rise!" Bei Chenheng extended a hand, gently supporting the void. He smiled and said, "This journey has been quite fruitful. Although this opportunity cannot elevate the entire Great Yin Dynasty, it can lay a solid foundation for my descendants. As long as my third son refines this opportunity, there will undoubtedly be a place for the Great Yin Dynasty on the Heavenly Genius Ranking in the future!"

It can be foreseen that tens of thousands of years later, the Great Yin Dynasty will become famous! This is a long-term investment. The results may not be seen in the short term, but in the future, they will undoubtedly reap plentiful rewards. If what the Pavilion Master said is true, and a Great Emperor is born in the Great Yin Dynasty… that scene will simply be unimaginable.

By then, wherever the decree of the Great Yin God Emperor goes, won't all races submit?

"Return to the Imperial Dynasty!" Bei Chenheng landed on the divine ship. He stood at the forefront, full of lofty aspirations. With a wave of his hand and a loud shout, he commanded.

"Yes!" A guard bowed and received the order.

Soon after, the divine ship trembled, slowly ascending. Runes on the ship lit up, emitting an inexplicable power, breaking through the space, as if it were about to depart in the next moment.

Just before the divine ship left, a horrifying aura suddenly appeared, as if manifesting out of nowhere. Even the Dao seemed to be in chaos, and the rules and order seemed to be collapsing, making the surrounding sky and earth dim.

This aura was too terrifying, as if an ancient divine mountain had descended, crashing onto the divine ship.

"Boom!"

With a loud noise, the Great Yin Dynasty's divine ship plummeted from the sky, crashing into the ground, creating a massive crater and raising a cloud of dust.

"What's happening?"

Many people were oppressed by this aura, unable to move, only able to lie on the ground in fear. They began to pray, hoping not to be targeted by the owner of this aura.

"A Quasi Emperor!"

Bei Chenheng's hair was disheveled, and with both hands supporting his body, he awkwardly half-knelt on the ground, looking quite miserable. In the blink of an eye, he went from being vigorous to his current state. It can be said that he experienced a shift from heaven to hell in just a breath's time, leaving him with no time to react.