The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 224 - 125: Plan for No Return City? It’s A Suicide Mission_1

Chapter 224: Chapter 125: Plan for No Return City? It’s A Suicide Mission_1

Mi Luo Supreme left the underground palace and, accompanied by his subordinates, entered the City of No Return.

He looked at the City of No Return, a hint of astonishment in his eyes.

"In just a few years, the City of No Return has changed drastically.

If those old fellows in reclusion whey wake, they might lose their teeth in shock at the major changes in the world."

Truthfully, the changes in the City of No Return had taken Mi Luo Supreme by surprise.

Once he learned of this, he promptly relayed the news to his father, Mi Kong the Great Supreme.

At present, Mi Kong the Great Supreme was actually in the sorrowful city.

He watched the City of No Return, occasionally spotting a streak of ultimate aura, belonging to supremes, flying across the sky.

Lust flickered in his eyes: "How nice it would be if those supremes were at my disposal."

After wandering around the city for half a day, Mi Luo Supreme finally returned to the inn

As night fell, Mi Luo Supreme sat in meditation, his eyes closed.

There was a lit candle in the room.

Suddenly, the candle flickered, and a figure in black stealthily sneaked into Mi Luo Supreme’s room.

Mi Luo Supreme opened his eyes, his expression cold: "You’re here?"

"Greetings, young master!" Astonishingly, the visitor was a supreme, but in the face of the equal Mi Luo Supreme, he was remarkably humble.

This supreme was originally a peak-level powerhouse of terrestrial mythology, serving Mi Luo Supreme.

Mi Luo Supreme made him take the Heart Demon Oath and in accordance with Mi’s instructions, slipped into the City of No Return, eventually breaking through to become a supreme.

There wasn’t just this one supreme under Mi’s command.

Apart from a few sermons, anyone who came was fairly innocent, genuinely aiming to break through their realm.

Lots of people who came to the City of No Return afterwards had other motives.

Mi Luo Supreme, and his father, had planted more than just one hook in the City of No Return.

All with sworn Heart Demon Oaths—trustworthy at heart.

"How have things been progressing?" Mi Luo Supreme asked in a deep voice.

"To answer young master, this Blood Palace... isn’t as frightening as imagined.

The members are quite loose, and there isn’t really any loyalty among them.

If we take actions and capture the Blood Master, they might not even step up to rescue him, even cheering on our victory!" the black-robed man said in a low voice.

He made a valid point.

Gratitude ran deep.

Human heart is unpredictable.

The Blood Palace had been established for too short a time, with no rules and no goals.

All the supremes were fighting for their own interests, with no loyalty to speak of.

While many supremes were grateful to the Blood Master, others held fear and grievances against him.

They hoped the Blood Master would stop preaching, and no more supremes would emerge in this realm.

After all, the more supremes there were, the less valuable their supremacy became.

Mi Luo Supreme nodded: "How is the investigation of the Blood Master’s strength going?"

This question he had asked of many secret operatives.

"The strength of the Blood Master is mysterious and unpredictable, but in a demon-slaying incident, the cultivation displayed was around mid-term supreme, not to be feared." The black-robed supreme replied.

Mi Luo Supreme looked worried: "Even if he’s a mid-term supreme, I’m still a bit scared."

Certainly, the fact that Blood Master could preach and make others comprehend the source was enough to be bewildering, he couldn’t be treated as an ordinary being.

However, with wealth comes danger, and his father’s lifespan was nearly up, so they had teamed up with several Great Supremes to plot against the City of No Return.

In their view, the most likely reason that the city’s guardian could preach and help others step into supremacy was that they possessed a piece of the Stone of Destiny.

Aside from this, there was no other explanation.

"Young Master, the Blood Master might seem mysterious, but he’s just insane, and... his Cultivation Method seems to have led him astray, causing frequent memory loss." The black robes tried to persuade him again.

The robed man’s words were reality.

Anyone who had interacted with the Blood Master could sense he had an odd demeanor.

And for a supreme to have a bad memory, without seeming to be acting - it was absurd.

Mi Luo, upon hearing this, his eyes narrowed: "I’m still afraid of accidents. What if... what if it’s all an act?"

The robed man hastily argued, "Today if you don’t overtake the Blood Master, tomorrow other supremes might!"

This robed man was a classic case symbolic of gratitude turned into resentment.

Serving under the Blood Master, he felt uncomfortable and guilt-ridden.

If he wanted to rid himself of these guilty feelings, then the Blood Master needed to die.

Mi Luo Supreme, hearing this, his gaze conflicted: "We will... discusse this matter further."

At the robed man’s words, he could only retire.

In the inn, only Mi Luo Supreme uttered a word.

"I hope this matter... succeeds in one fell swoop!"

"If successful, my Mi family will become the first overlord of the Flowing Wind Realm."

This was actually a plan he and his father had been scheming for many years!

They also allied with the other supremes, continuously sending the dedicated land myths sworn with Heart Demon Oaths into the City of No Return.

There were many supremes loyal to him in the City of No Return.

News from the City of No Return was being sent to the City of Great Sorrow daily.

Dispatched through different channels.

Although these loyalists differed from one another, the messages they brought were similar.

"Next time, at the end of the preaching conference for a thousand people, we must take action!" Mi Luo Supreme knew that if they didn’t take action soon, it would be too late.

The number of terrestrial myths he could send to the City of No Return had already reached its limit.

In a hundred more years, perhaps there would be tens of thousands of supremes in the City of No Return.

His plan would be nothing but a wild dream by then.

Now, was the best opportunity.

The longer they waited, the more remote their chances were.

This time, many supremes from both the South and the North joined forces to block the news to plot against the City of No Return, betting all they had.