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This is the terrifying part of the Magic Embryo Transformation Technique: theoretically, as long as enough powerful beings are consumed, the caster’s cultivation level will continually rise!

Unfortunately for those fifteen Undying Blood Clan experts, if even one of them had top-tier strength, they wouldn’t have been trapped alive in the magic embryo.

Currently, Yuhua Sheng is confident that besides freaks like Ye Junlin and Tong Wudi, any top-tier Immortal Emperor would struggle to break his magic embryo, ultimately being refined to death within it.

“Hehe, this way, I really have the ability to protect myself.”

Yuhua Sheng laughed coldly.

He plans to devour a few more top-tier Immortal Emperors so he can stand undefeated at the level of the Immortal Path.

Thinking about his ultimate ambition, Yuhua Sheng couldn’t help but cackle—don’t ask why he suddenly laughs like that; it’s just how big villains do!

Yuhua Sheng believes that after years of enduring hardships and suppressing himself, now that the clouds part and he sees the sun, he certainly deserves the identity of a great villain!

“This Immortal Realm will eventually fall into my hands.”

“Jiejiejie~”

The harsh, grating laughter echoed between heaven and earth, startling many celestial birds and strange beasts into a flutter.

Seriously, is this guy nuts?

Immortal Court.

After reconstruction, everything here has returned to its former glory.

The palace complex is grand and magnificent, with purple energy rising for three thousand miles.

In a vintage-style pavilion, Liu Huangshu poured a cup of tea for the silver-haired youth in front of him.

The aroma of the tea wafted through the air, surrounded by an ethereal aura.

As one of the earliest founders of the Immortal Realm, Liu Huangshu holds an undeniably high position, yet here he is, willingly serving tea without a hint of feeling belittled. This shows just how important the other party’s status is.

“Young friend Ye, please!”

Ye Junlin picked up the teacup and took a small sip, instantly feeling elated, every pore releasing wisps of celestial mist, his entire being bathing in a holy light, his features taking on a hint of divinity.

“Great tea!”

Ye Junlin couldn’t help but praise.

“Hehe, of course. This tea leaf was picked from a Fusang celestial tree in the ancient Kunlun Realm; how many Immortal Emperors wish for even a few leaves? After all, this is exclusively provided for Empress Fuyao!”

Liu Huangshu boasted about the tea’s origins with pride.

Ye Junlin was intrigued, “Didn’t expect your connections to be that deep, even getting tea meant for Empress Fuyao.”

Liu Huangshu smiled mysteriously, “That’s because I bribed her watchdog; that guy is called Sky Devouring Hound Sovereign, I had him secretly pick it for me!”

“Uh,” Ye Junlin froze, his expression oddly mixed.

The Empress’s watchdog, Sky Devouring Hound Sovereign?

Isn’t that Senior Gou?!

Didn’t expect him to overstep his bounds and pull off such insider trading?

If Empress Fuyao found out, it’d be a hot pot of dog meat on the spot!

Can only say, talk about audacity!

“Ah, that’s all in the past; the world has changed greatly since then, everything’s different now.”

“Back in the day, the Four Absolutes reached such levels, and now in this universe, they’re everywhere; only remnants like me from the old era cling to past glories and can’t escape…”

Liu Huangshu’s tone grew more somber, his expression heavy with melancholy.

After all, he was born in the most glorious ancient times, witnessing the Kunlun Realm rise and fall—an extremely cruel and bittersweet experience for someone in the know.

“Young friend Ye, do you know?”

“The current Immortal Realm is like a shabby old ship, and as its helmsman, I’m just barely keeping it afloat; any slip, and it could sink with everyone aboard.”

“This Immortal Realm may seem prosperous, but in truth, it’s lagging way behind the outside world.”

Liu Huangshu lifted his teacup and downed it in one go, bitterly reflecting.

He rarely shared his true feelings with outsiders, not even with the few elders; his status doesn’t allow for such dispirited remarks!

But facing this promising junior, Liu Huangshu was willing to lower his guard and speak honestly.

“I get it.”

Ye Junlin nodded thoughtfully.

Actually, the current situation of the Immortal Realm is just like a particularly secluded little country from his past life—most people are clueless about the outside world, and only the rulers know the truth.

To maintain internal stability, the rulers can only play along, presenting a facade of prosperity to confuse the masses.

In reality, it’s just a shadow of its former self, struggling to survive in the cracks!

Liu Huangshu smiled bitterly, “Remember that information from the Undying Blood Clan? It’s a dangerous signal; it seems like we’ve eliminated internal threats, but in reality, we’re accelerating the enemy’s invasion of the Immortal Realm; danger is looming!”

“You mean those guys will tear up the peace?” Ye Junlin raised an eyebrow.

“Exactly. The reason the Immortal Realm could fend off Nine Nether for so many years is that the Divine Court intervened, ensuring Nine Nether could only send Saint-level cultivators, afraid to escalate the conflict.”

“Once Nine Nether realizes that this endless war needs to be brought to a close by Saints, then the Immortal Realm will truly become a battleground between both sides.”

Liu Huangshu’s voice was low, his eyes filled with concern.

This is what he fears most—throughout, the Immortal Realm has been trying to find a balance between the two major factions, barely holding on until now.

If Nine Nether throws out any shred of chivalry and sends in Saint-level experts, it means the Saint agreement will be void, and the Divine Court will have to intervene out of face.

Then it’d be disastrous for the Immortal Realm!

Don’t forget, for Saint-level beings, even those standing at the peak of the Immortal Path are just ants they can squash with a finger!

“Hehe, I actually hope they come.”

Ye Junlin’s smile was intriguing.

After all, he’s currently a fake Saint, and if a real Saint showed up, it’d give him the chance to become genuine!

“Huh?” Liu Huangshu paused, almost doubting his ears.

“Cough, cough,”

Ye Junlin pretended to clear his throat, “What I mean is, when soldiers arrive, we clash with soldiers; when water comes, we block the water. The boat will straighten out at the bridge!”

Upon hearing this, Liu Huangshu froze for a moment, unsure what to say. After a long while, he managed a strained smile,

“Your mindset is really good; I envy it.”

He truly envies Ye Junlin’s good fortune and high talent in cultivation.

Suddenly, from the horizon, a loud shout echoed,

“Ye Junlin! Dare to fight me?!”

The youthful voice thundered across the sky.

Everyone in the Immortal Court was startled, looking over.

The one shouting was none other than Tong Wudi!

During this time, having lost the title of Immortal Realm’s strongest, Tong Wudi found it hard to accept.

He attributed it all to his unstable foundation; his Half-Saint body hadn’t solidified yet.

Later, he focused on recovery, not only healing his injuries but completely solidifying his Half-Saint body, bringing himself to peak condition!

Tong Wudi was filled with confidence, believing it was time to challenge Ye Junlin and reclaim all his former glory!

“You idiot, what nonsense are you spouting!” Liu Huangshu fumed, slamming the table.

With a great enemy at hand, he still has the time for this?

Can’t he save some strength for dealing with outsiders?!

In the distant sky, a mass of auspicious, colorful clouds soared by, and a young man in golden robes stood atop the clouds, exuding an aura that shouted invincibility, with impressive looks and charisma.

If Ye Junlin weren’t around, he’d be the undisputed main character of this world!

Ignoring Liu Huangshu’s reprimands, Tong Wudi looked down at the silver-haired youth in the pavilion with fierce determination and nodded,

“Tong is here, dare to fight?”

 

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