Damin Imperial City Shengjinlian Far East Headquarters

In the extremely luxurious office, Kong Fang, wearing a gold-rimmed tuxedo, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows more than ten meters high, overlooking the ancient and huge city below.

His eyes moved slowly, looking at the towering [Forbidden City] looming at the end of the horizon. His pure black eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

"The [Emperor] has lifted his seal, and then the [Tiandao Weishu] steps out of the [Liu Yin Fengguo] and prepares to take over Luzhou. That is your base camp, don't you have anything to deal with?"

Behind him, a lazy and voluptuous plump body lay on the couch, holding her cheek with one hand and staring at his back, with a playful smile on her bright red lips.

Kong Fang looked steadily in the direction of the [Forbidden City], and whispered without looking back.

"He looked at me, probably as the last temptation before death."

Hearing this, the smile on the seductive and pretty face behind him faded, and he frowned in confusion.

"He noticed?"

The corners of his mouth curled up sarcastically, and Kong Fang shook his head casually.

"He just doubted it. Besides, what if he noticed it? History has ended...I will end everything..."

Lifting his palm and staring at a gold coin with colorful divine light flowing in it, Kong Fang slowly clasped it with his five fingers, as if he had the whole world in his palm.

After a long time, the pure black light in his eyes converged into the depths of his pupils. Kong Fang changed the subject and resumed his relaxed smile.

"By the way, Veid, how is my stupid disciple doing? Are you taking good care of him?"

"Of course, even a true saint will fall in my arms, let alone a mere mortal."

"Haha, he is not a mortal, he is the next [Emperor]."

"Let's wait until he inherits the holy throne. However, are you really ready to let that [odd number] take over Luzhou? If he is allowed to grow, fate and the trajectory of history may be deflected in unpredictable ways."

"Well... although I can't take action personally, there are still many gods in [Confucianism]. I have already sent people to warn him."

"But that guy doesn't even look down on a ninth-level saint. Those [Confucian] gods can control people's hearts, but I'm afraid they can't suppress him against an unreasonable warrior, right?"

"Everything has its value. Even the "odd numbers" can be used by me as long as they are driven to the right path."

Colorful gold coins rolled between his fingers. Kong Fang looked down at the prosperous imperial capital at his feet and murmured meaningfully to himself.

"What should I do with this untamable young dragon?"

"I stroked his head and asked him to kneel at my feet..."

"Or crush him to pieces?"

The deep and dark pupils slowly lost focus. Through the single gold-rimmed glasses on his face, Kong Fang's gaze seemed to penetrate the long river of time, peering into the unknown future.

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At the same time, tens of thousands of miles away in Weili County, Lian Yuanwei, holding a simple bamboo slip, stared at the handsome young man in front of him as if facing a powerful enemy.

The lowered eyes slowly raised, and the evil and terrifying purple-gold vertical pupils stared at the great scholar. Even with Haoran's righteousness protecting his body, the ethereal sight was still like a cold blade passing through his skin, causing goosebumps all over his body.

"I hope you can be as tough-talking as you are now when you die."

Raising his hand to grasp it, a gorgeous dark gold sword condensed out of thin air, turning into reality bit by bit from nothingness.

Sensing the ruthless killing intent in Zhao Yinshun's eyes, Lian Yuanwei frowned solemnly.

"You want to kill me?!"

I knew that this [Zhenguo Gong] was prolific in murdering people and was bloodthirsty, but I didn't expect that he would dare to kill a great scholar like me at the slightest disagreement!

"Don't get me wrong, I don't want to kill you..."

Gently holding the sword flower, the dark sword edge rippled through time and space. Zhao Yinshun stared into the enemy's eyes and raised the corner of his mouth in a playful manner.

"I am planning to kill all nine of your clans, and also bloodbath the Confucian family."

The frenzied words were like thunder exploding in his ears. Lian Yuanwei stared at the young man in disbelief, forgetting his words for a moment.

Raising his finger tremblingly, Lian Yuanwei pointed at the young man and smiled angrily.

“Shu Zi! I don’t know how high the sky is and how high it is!!”

"What? The First Emperor can do things like burning books and humiliating scholars, but I can't do it?!"

Holding [Rahu] at an angle, Zhao Yinshun raised his toes and disappeared from the spot without any warning.

Sensing the abnormal fluctuations in time and space, Lian Yuanwei's pupils suddenly shrank, he opened the ancient bamboo slip in his hand, and activated his mysterious divinity.

"The Master said on the river, "The deceased is like a man who never gives up day and night!"

Huh~

A mysterious mysterious light bloomed from the bamboo slips, and the majestic and vast divinity permeated the world, dragging reality into a deeper dimension.

Everything has faded away from its colorful colors, replaced by a layer of weird black and white ink painting style, as if it fell from the material world into an ink painting in an instant.

The long sword in his hand felt infinite resistance. The closer he got to the enemy, the slower Zhao Yinshun felt that his speed became slower. It was clearly within reach, but it was so far away that it seemed like he was on the other side of the universe.

wrong!

It's not that I'm slowing down, but that [time] is slowed down and tends to stand still!

Clearly aware of the subtle changes in time and space from [Minguan]'s authority feedback, Zhao Yinshun decisively retreated and looked around at the strange "ink painting style" without leaving a trace.

"The Divine Realm...cooperating with the authority of [Shenguan] is interesting..."

As he moved away from the enemy, the flow of time around him gradually returned to normal. Zhao Yinshun squinted his eyes, his dark vision peeled away the appearance, and saw through the reality.

Under the [high-dimensional vision], a mysterious stream of time lingers around the enemy, like a moat, infinitely lengthening the distance between the past and the present.

He looked at the enemy up and down with great interest, and finally his cold eyes fell on the ancient bamboo slip in his hand, and the twisted and squirming mysterious words on it were faintly visible.

"Time is distorted at the conceptual level of the law, no wonder I can't reach the extreme..."

On the other side, the stinging premonition of death between Lian Yuanwei's eyebrows slowly faded away, and he slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity with lingering fear.

This guy is serious!

He really wants to kill himself!

If you had hesitated for just a moment and failed to launch the [God Realm] in time, I was afraid that the evil and terrifying long sword would have cut off your head!

There was a feeling of fear in my heart, and then anger surged up.

According to rumors, didn't he only open [Jingguan]?

Why is [Minguan] even pushed away now?

Pushing open two divine gates with the body of a sixth-level mortal is already equivalent to the level of a median seventh-level god, and it seems that his basic six-dimensional skills are not low, and he is not the kind of rookie who has no realm...

Turning his eyes slightly, Lian Yuanwei looked at the young man in white with vigilance from a distance of more than ten meters, while the young man looked around curiously, observing this strange world where only the two of them were left.

"It seems that I also experienced it when I was in Lanzhou. Some bastard dragged me into His [Kingdom]."

Listening to the young man's thoughtful murmur, Lian Yuanwei's eyebrows twitched uncontrollably.

Kingdom of God?

That is a dimension deeper than the divine realm. It is at least a realm that can only be constructed by eighth-level sub-sages. It may even be some ninth-level saints who have not yet [Refined Void into Reality]...

How dare he call a being of this level a bastard?!

More importantly, he actually survived?

Thinking of this, Lian Yuanwei's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he had a deeper understanding of Zhao Yinshun's arrogance.

This guy is crazy!

"Tsk, tsk, you [mages] are really troublesome. I have the power to move mountains and seas, but I can't break the barriers of time..."

Looking back from all around, Zhao Yinshun looked at the enemies close at hand and clicked his tongue in distress.

"I can even control time. No wonder when the [Shenguan] is opened, the ghosts and gods are unpredictable, which makes me a little excited."

"Huh! I can't just open the [Shen Pass]!"

With a cold snort, Lian Yuanwei looked directly at the young man, rubbing the mysterious words on the bamboo slip with his fingertips, determined to teach this crazy boy a lesson.

“Small words mean great things!”

With a faint whisper, the endless [Qi] was released from the bamboo slips, instantly filling every inch of space between heaven and earth.

The surging divine energy compressed and condensed, turning into a seal character "meaning" in the sky that covered the entire sky.

A sense of oppression like Mount Tai descended from the sky. Under the [high-dimensional vision], Zhao Yinshun could see countless conceptual chains composed of words as thin as mosquitoes, squirming like living creatures, winding and binding themselves layer by layer.

On the other side, blessings unfolded, Lian Yuanwei's aura became deeper and more vast, and he could control the entire world with just a single thought.

"Do unto others, do not impose on others!"

However, contrary to Zhao Yinshun's expectations, the enemy did not directly attack his body. The invisible divine authority ignored protection and was directly transmitted to the soul, seeming to want to roughly and arbitrarily tamper with his will.

Looking up and down at the sage-like enemy with strange eyes, Zhao Yinshun tilted his head in confusion.

"Are you serious? Are you trying to civilize me?"

"Hmph! Today I will teach you the principles of life on behalf of Duan Musui!"

Hearing this, the dark purple-gold vertical pupils condensed slightly, and Zhao Yinshun nodded with a sinister smile.
To be continued...