Dao Equaling the Heavens
Chapter 290 - 191 Location of the Immortality Pill_3

Chapter 290: Chapter 191 Location of the Immortality Pill_3

"This...." the Lord Emperor hesitated, as he truly did not know how Qingcang was resurrected.

From the intelligence stolen from the Sanqing Taoist Sect, only knew that the Immortality Pill could resurrect Qingcang Immortal.

"True or false, we must not gamble on whether Qingcang could be resurrected, nor whether the Immortality Pill is real."

Xuan Yue stepped forward, a boundless force gently pushed open the Dragon Vein dharma form, and instantly the golden tiles of the palace shattered.

On their withered faces flickered the same expressions: a longing for immortality, a madness for transcendence, and a fear for that erstwhile man of humble attire and connection to the Kun path.

"I have established contact with the Twelve Demon Ancestors, they will lend us a hand, just like when we encircled and killed Qingcang in the past."

Xuan Yue slightly extended his arms, and twelve mysterious beastly shadows appeared, as if overseen by a divine presence from beyond the skies, their gaze falling like the light of the great sun.

"But they have one condition, that Red Dust must die. To prevent Red Dust from escaping, we must not encircle and kill while the Heavenly Girl’s state is still viable; she knows she faces certain death, and will surely send Red Dust away proficiently."

For the Devil Clan, Red Dust’s death was now more desirable than Qingcang’s resurrection.

This was the most unexpected for Xuan Yue.

"You colluded with the Demon Ancestors?"

A glint of murderous intent flashed in the Lord Emperor’s eyes, and he reached into the Pill Furnace, drawing out a strand of True Fire.

Then he threw it, and in an instant, it transformed into a Fire Dragon, swallowing Xuan Yue whole.

As the sun had completely set outside, a Fire Dragon illuminated the entirety of Bianjing, soaring towards the heavens.

Xuan Yue broke free from the Fire Dragon, his expression dark as he demanded, "What is this meaning?"

"The Human Race and the Devil Clan are incompatible."

The Lord Emperor stepped out of the hall, his aged body slowly straightened, his murky eyes becoming fierce.

The Dragon Vein dharma form slowly appeared, its body spanning hundreds of thousands of feet across the entirety of Qianjing County, its power already overwhelming Xuan Yue the Demi Immortal.

Xuan Yue had lived for ten thousand years, whereas he had been born three thousand years ago, during what was known as the Golden Age.

Thus, there were things they could not understand about each other.

Xuan Yue said, "The mere grudge between humans and devils, can it compare to becoming an Immortal and achieving transcendence?"

"My path is that of the Human Emperor. One day, I will become an Immortal and rule over billions of the human race, and I will spare no effort to pull up Jianmu. Both are equally important, why compare?"

The Lord Emperor was like a ferocious dragon, spinning above the myriad people, continuously dripping draconic saliva to burn the common folk, irrigating his ambitions of becoming an Immortal. Now, the entire world’s wealth had turned into Spiritual Objects and was thrown into the Pill Furnace; the old dragon’s ambitions overshadowed and enveloped everyone.

The deep misery of Daqian’s common folk was just an unavoidable step on the path to immortality; the Lord Emperor felt no guilt. Kindness and decency do not belong to an emperor, the so-called emperor is nothing but a "tyrant and traitor."

In his eyes, there were only the human race, and not individuals.

He sought to become an Immortal, to transcend, life was useless to him, and he feared not death.

He firmly believed that it was not the Sanqing Taoist Sect, nor the already deceased Qingcang Immortal, nor the newcomer Red Dust who were worthy of being lauded as golden. It was him, me—Zhao Sanming, the Emperor of the human race!

The Lord Emperor waved his sleeve, sending Xuan Yue flying countless miles away, overlooking the now thoroughly ravaged Daqian, his eyes void of regret.

Seven hundred years of dark demonic calamity had passed, a few more decades of chaos did not count as a disaster.

Within the imperial palace, an Imperial Guard sped on horseback toward the palace, delivering a message.

"Nanshui has fallen into the hands of the rebels, and the rebels have broadly issued a proclamation."

The letter fell into the Lord Emperor’s hands, and as he gazed at it, it seemed like he went back several months.

That servant had stood on the Dragon Bridge, vehemently denouncing him.

[For hundreds of years, the Zhao family has poisoned the world, even the bamboo slips of Nanshan are insufficient to record their countless crimes. The waves of the East Sea cannot wash away their immense sins.]