Chapter 422: Unworthy of Being a Quasi-Saint, Competing for Brilliance with the Dao Ancestor

Chapter 422: Unworthy of Being a Quasi-Saint, Competing for Brilliance with the Dao Ancestor

Facing the curse of the Dark Forbidden Lord, Da Jiutian did not panic. He was not like Jade Emperor Zhou Yan.

He raised his hand and conjured a cyan lotus throne, which landed beneath him.

The Heavenly Emperor nearby was sitting cross-legged and Cultivating, wisps of eerie black Qi wrapped around his body like he was plagued by evil spirits, looking chilling and horrifying.

Five days later.

Da Jiutian felt the power of the curse abruptly surge, and his brow furrowed tightly.

Why was it always five days later?

Could there be some profound mystery behind it?

Da Jiutian had accompanied Jade Emperor Zhou Yan in resisting the curse before, and he caught this detail.

While pondering, he resisted the power of the curse.

…

Inside the Innate Cave Mansion, Han Jue stared closely at his Attribute Panel.

One hundred and ten billion years!

One hundred and fifty billion years!

Two hundred billion years!

Two hundred and fifty billion years!

Because Da Jiutian did not generate any emotions toward Han Jue, Han Jue had no way of knowing his specific situation.

Screw it!

Let's send him another three hundred billion years first!

Han Jue continued cursing.

It was only after a cumulative deduction of three hundred billion years of lifespan that Han Jue finally stopped.

Having consumed six hundred billion years of lifespan back-to-back, Han Jue was fine overall, but felt an inexplicable panic in his heart.

To be precise, it was a sense of guilt.

He felt he had failed his own Soul and let down his Dao Heart.

But the Heavenly Emperor was in trouble, so he had no choice but to act.

"I wonder if that fellow is injured."

Han Jue thought with worry.

Should he calculate it?

Forget it!

The other party was a Quasi-Saint; if he calculated it, a massive amount of lifespan would be deducted again.

Han Jue began to adjust his emotions, preparing to continue to Cultivate.

…

Inside the grand hall, Da Jiutian was still sitting cross-legged healing his injuries. His expression shifted unpredictably—at times deranged, at times furious, at times terrified, and at times gloomy, as if he possessed multiple personalities.

The Heavenly Emperor stood to the side, staring fixedly at him.

After a long while.

Da Jiutian opened his eyes, his expression extremely unsightly, and muttered, "Damned it! Why is this fellow's power of the curse so terrifying? How many living beings' lives did he sacrifice?"

He concluded that the Dark Forbidden Lord sacrificed living beings to curse his enemies. Using one's lifespan to curse an enemy was the most powerful curse of all.

No one would sacrifice their own lifespan to curse an enemy, not even a Grand Unity Golden Immortal.

Grand Unity Golden Immortals were acclaimed as immortal, but that was merely a definition by all living beings. No Grand Unity Golden Immortal had lived from the primordial creation of heaven and earth until now; either they had died, or they had Breakthrough to a higher Realm, elevating the essence of their lives once more.

Furthermore, if one cursed using their own lifespan, it would inevitably incur Karma. For Grand Unity Golden Immortals, this was the most taboo thing, and even Quasi-Saints found it taboo.

The more Da Jiutian thought about it, the more he felt that the Dark Forbidden Lord was a major hidden danger. If he were allowed to continue growing, he would definitely become a great scourge to the Heavenly Dao!

"This matter must be reported to the Saints!"

Da Jiutian thought silently. At this moment, his Heart Demon went rampant, startling him into hastily suppressing it with supreme magic power. However, the Heart Demon was too strong, causing his magic power to run amok, jarring his Dao Fruit and causing his Dao Cultivation to regress slightly.

Damned Dark Forbidden Lord!

If I do not report this enmity, I am unworthy of being a Quasi-Saint!

Suddenly!

The Heavenly Emperor, who had been standing quietly beside him, struck out at Da Jiutian with a palm strike. Countless wisps of black Qi wrapped around Da Jiutian like dragons and snakes.

Da Jiutian turned his head to look, his eyes widening as he rebuked, "You!"

The Heavenly Emperor pulled with his right hand, and countless wisps of black Qi intertwined with lightning, tearing Da Jiutian's Physical Body to pieces.

"Humph! Evil entities like you want to rebel? Overestimating your capabilities!"

Da Jiutian's voice rang out right after, his tone filled with fury.

…

Ten years had passed since cursing Jade Emperor Zhou Yan and Da Jiutian.

For Mortals, ten years was very long; for Han Jue, it felt like only yesterday.

He took out the book of misfortune to continue cursing Jade Emperor Zhou Yan, and casually checked his mail.

The Human Race and the Heavenly Court had already gone to all-out war. Most of the mail consisted of encounters with attacks, and there were even quite a few severe injury reports.

Tragic!

The Human Race was not like the Yao Race. Once this war started, it would either end in victory or the extermination of the race, and they would keep fighting endlessly.

Han Jue was waiting for Xing Hongxuan to return. As long as Xing Hongxuan headed to the Void Realm, she would execute the Divine Summoning Art. However, after so many years, she still hadn't executed the Divine Summoning Art.

Although Han Jue was somewhat worried, he patiently waited.

Recently, he hadn't seen any mail about Xing Hongxuan encountering danger, and her avatar was still there, so she was probably waiting for the right opportunity.

After reading the mail, Han Jue made up his mind that he must absolutely not enter the tribulation.

From now on, no matter who came looking for him, he would absolutely not go out.

He would endure this great calamity first and talk later.

Ten days later, Han Jue's curse ended, and he began to send a Dream Message to Fang Liang.

Before sending the Dream Message, he first derived: "Will sending a Dream Message to Fang Liang attract the attention of others?"

[One hundred million years of lifespan is required to continue. Do you wish to proceed?]

Proceed!

Fortunately, it was only one hundred million years; it wasn't expensive!

[Not for the time being]

Han Jue breathed a sigh of relief and immediately sent the Dream Message.

The two arrived inside the Lingxiao Palace. This Lingxiao Palace was the scene Han Jue had seen during his previous derivation—dilapidated and desolate, perfectly matching what Han Jue wanted to say.

The dream's scene was entirely determined by Han Jue; he felt that the atmosphere of the scene was very important.

Seeing Han Jue, Fang Liang couldn't help but be stunned. Han Jue was using his true form, not the image of the Dark Forbidden Lord.

Coming back to his senses, Fang Liang hurriedly bowed and saluted, saying, "Greetings, Grandmaster!"

Even as the Heavenly Emperor, Fang Liang had not forgotten Han Jue's kindness toward him.

He knew very well that without Han Jue, how could he have today?

Han Jue asked with a smile, "How have you been recently? Being the Heavenly Emperor must feel pretty great, right?"

Fang Liang smiled bitterly, "I am nothing more than a chess piece, a Puppet."

Facing Han Jue, he didn't put on a brave front and began to speak of the Heavenly Court's internal and external troubles.

The Heavenly Court seemed powerful, but as more and more factions joined, internal conflicts multiplied. As the Heavenly Emperor, due to insufficient cultivation, he was unable to suppress the various overlords. Every time they held a discussion in the Lingxiao Palace, they would end up quarreling; if not for Li Daokong holding down the fort, they probably would have started fighting.

To the outside world, the Heavenly Court was unprecedentedly powerful, but in Fang Liang's view, this Alliance was extremely fragile and could shatter at any moment.

After Fang Liang finished speaking, Han Jue asked, "Are you willing to come back?"

Fang Liang smiled bitterly, "I also want to make a timely retreat and retire, but I am already unable to control my own actions. If I resign from the position of Heavenly Emperor, I'm afraid I would die the moment I step down from the Nine Heavens."

Han Jue fell silent.

This wasn't Fang Liang scaring himself; after all, the various Saints were watching. How could they allow Fang Liang to disrupt the chess game they had arranged?

Besides the Saints, the enemies of the Heavenly Court would also target Fang Liang.

After becoming the Heavenly Emperor, Fang Liang had offended too many people.

The enemies offended by the Heavenly Court during this period would all calculate their hatred onto his head, simply because he was the Heavenly Emperor.

Han Jue said, "Then you can only be more careful. Next, the Hidden Sect will completely close its doors to avoid the Immeasurable Calamity."

Fang Liang did not feel surprised, but instead asked with a smile, "Grandmaster, what is your current cultivation? With your Aptitude, you must at least be in the God Realm, right?"

Han Jue replied, "Mm, exactly the First Profound Divine Realm."

Fang Liang praised, "Grandmaster's natural talent is truly unprecedented. Even placed in the Archaic Era, you would be a peerless talent, capable of competing for brilliance with the Dao Ancestor."

Han Jue smiled without speaking.

If anyone else had said these words, Han Jue might not have believed them, but coming from Fang Liang's mouth, he believed it!