To be honest, it's truly a dog-eat-dog spectacle.

Watching the remnants and loyalists of the former Eternal Empire fight to the death right before my eyes is indeed a sight to behold, something that brings endless amusement.

This trip was definitely worth it!

The most beautiful part of drama is not its storyline, nor whether it ends in a blissful perfection or a tragic demise.

The most delightful aspect is that it has nothing to do with oneself.

Whether it's a romantic tragedy or an irreconcilable enmity, these are stories that do not concern me. You don't have to worry about how the protagonist's deep hatred is avenged or whether the prince and princess will need a house in a good school district after marriage.

You can pick a perfect spot in the audience and watch the storm unfold, not worrying about the blood and tears on stage splashing on you.

Yet, the moment you step onto the stage, everything is no longer beautiful.

Especially when you realize there are countless others below watching and observing, it becomes even worse.

Ji Jue had no intention of revealing himself at all.

In the original plan, the best outcome was for this entire affair to have nothing to do with him. He would quietly sit in his crafted best viewing seat, watch the drama unfold, wait for the real protagonist to appear... then pick up his weapon and smash his head!

To hell with the Heirloom Seal!

He simply didn't care.

Until Ji Jue sat on his specially crafted best viewing seat, enjoying the moment when Wuyou backstabbed Changle while holding up the box... The box was indeed exquisite, tightly sealed, meticulously arranged, and in harmony with the entire temple, interconnected. Any slight disturbance would surely provoke a backlash and suppression from the whole Crack Realm.

If not opened by special means, it would remain sealed forever, isolating inside and outside.

It was indeed a fine thing.

But it was too good.

Without it, Ji Jue wouldn't have been able to witness such an excellent drama.

This pleasure persisted until he suddenly realized that something seemed off...

On this exquisitely crafted, intricately grave box, there seemed to be an unexpected trace.

"..."

At that moment, Ji Jue's brow furrowed, and he subconsciously leaned closer.

He could feel that amidst the fine Heavenly Essence Law and the intricately interconnected spiritual circuit, within the almost flawless sequence, there remained a near-invisible scratch.

Like fleeting marks left after picking a lock.

He could almost imagine how the other party, with exquisite skills and tools, deceived the temple's verification on the box, as if taking objects from a distance, without triggering any backlash from the temple, and took the item inside.

Finally, waved their sleeve gracefully, leaving without a backward glance.

Smooth and fluid, without a hitch.

It could be said that if Ji Jue didn't have preconceived notions, he would hardly notice such faint traces, even under a magnifying glass, it would still be extremely difficult to discern.

Because what the other party used is the essence of a technique in the world, strictly speaking, mastered by only two people, …

——Dissociation Technique!!!

So, the moment the box opened, Ji Jue acted without hesitation!

No longer caring about any catalysis, no longer about the enjoyment, to hell with setting a long line for a big catch, to hell with baiting the trap.

At this moment, his mind, besides confusion, shock, and stupefaction, only retained a nearly instinctive smooth and fluid...

Assault!

It should have been expected!

The swordsmith's authority is supreme, but the authority doesn't come from oneself; the Hai Xiang Mirror can come and go freely, but it never solely belongs to oneself.

This also means that if one can enter, others certainly can too, and they will only enter earlier, faster, and more conveniently!

Not to mention the cut mark left by the Ye Family ancestors on the giant serpent's skull beneath the temple.

When the dissociation technique mark on the box fit like the last piece of a puzzle, forming a conjecture, at that moment, he no longer hesitated and erupted suddenly!

Wuyou, that old thing, cannot be allowed to make a sound, no clues can be left, and no one can know what happened!

The Heirloom Seal must be in the box!

The box must contain the Heirloom Seal!

No clues or risks absolutely can be left behind!

Otherwise...

Crack!

Ji Jue unhesitatingly pierced through Wuyou's back and crushed their heart.

Following that, amidst the stunned and dumbfounded gazes both inside and outside the Crack Realm, he swiftly seized the empty jade box.

The fierce demon in the flames laughed heartily.

Wuyou's body abruptly exploded.

Like liquefied darkness, it recoiled in horror, reforming into a twisted terrified face, but the hole in its chest couldn't be closed.

The penetrating hole still remained.

Now when he turned back, he saw that mysterious figure enveloped in flames, a sense of familiarity yet indescribable. Too many changes, too many unexpected events, leading him to the brink of madness amidst the constant ebb and flow.

"You... you... what are you ultimately..."

Ji Jue paid no heed, only lowering his eyes to the box in his hands, expressing genuine admiration.

"What a splendid drama indeed."

The Crack Realm fell silent, countless astonished gazes peeked in curiosity from the temple's interior and exterior, watching the unfolding changes and the figure slowly walking out.

Shock, confusion, doubt, daze...

Incredible.

Who could that possibly be?

In that moment, within the brief dead silence, Ji Jue remained speechless, merely spreading his hands once more.

Behind him, darkness surged skyward.

The fragmented high tower swiftly revived, grew, faces stained with blood tears reappeared on the Dark Tower, as if undergoing Rebirth.

Revived once more!

Endless black lines abruptly expanded, covering everything anew, transforming the sky into an iron curtain. Visible ripples spread, enveloping the temple, causing countless shattered bricks and debris to rise again, returning to their original form.

In the blink of an eye, all that had shattered and scattered gathered once more.

In the hand of that burning shadow!

Immediately afterward, black lines intertwined, enveloping his body, transforming into a solemn and majestic robe. On the robe, the emblem of the Evil Cult reappeared, aloofly overlooking the myriad phenomena before it.

"Corpse-occupying old dog."

"Usurping noble, petty clown."

"Along with you, this bloated and incompetent fool..."

Ji Jue glanced around, peering at the wreckage of the warships and the puppet fragments, before finally looking at the stunned Wuyou Lord: "Rarely do friends from all sides gather for such a grand event, and I, Lu, came all the way across miles, yet it's a pity that in the leftover scraps of the former Eternal Empire, only such jokes remain. Truly... most disappointing!"

"Outrageous!"

Wuyou Lord was furious beyond control, the Tiger Talisman Seed trembled violently, and darkness spouted forth, sweeping over.

But immediately, it was suppressed by the Dark Tower, effortlessly.

Suspended in mid-air.

As if frozen.

"Did I allow you to speak?"

Ji Jue lowered his eyes, flicking his finger with contempt.

Instantly, Wuyou Lord was knocked back.

Crashing through countless walls, buildings, pavilions, and terraces, plowing a deep trench on the ground, and smashed into the ruins, spitting blood.

Looking up in shock, his pupils contracted.

Before he could speak, he saw that figure, shrouded in eerie flames, reaching out towards him, grasping the air.

Boom!

An unmatched force manifested again, gripping his neck and pulling him back!

That familiar rhythm, even causing the Crack Realm to resonate, and even shaking the shadow of the tower on the sky... What on earth... What is it...

His pupils quickly contracted, like pinholes.

In disbelief.

Looking at Ji Jue's hand, the constantly shaking box.

Unable to hold back, drenched in sweat, he screamed aloud.

"Impossible... I... I saw it with my own eyes... How..."

At that moment, the screaming voice was abruptly cut off.

Right before his eyes, the box opened once more.

Brilliant light erupted out!

When Ji Jue reached inside, in a flash, the Non-Aggression Technique operated, mercilessly scraping off a layer from the box and fusing and reconstructing it into the form of an ancient Seal.

Appearing before Wuyou Lord.

Wisps of illusion light flowed, rising upwards, shining in the sky, recreating the same illusion light as before.

——[Eternal Heavenly Destiny Endures Forever]!

This is the unique authority of the Emperor!

Accompanied by the authority of the Swordsmith and the permission of the Emperor's Hand, the Crack Realm resounded, the temple trembled, uncountable Heavenly Essence Laws instantly changed and reconstructed, even the shadow of the tower in the sky seemingly shook again.

In just a moment's flash, an ancient and majestic aura rushed forward, as if a halo shrouded Ji Jue.

All things submitted, bowing in reverence!

Undoubtedly, there was the Heirloom Seal!

Truly, an instrument of Superior and Great Evil. The weight of Tian Yuan and the brutality of the tower manifesting on earth!

But immediately, under countless fiery gazes, that illusion light was slowly lifted by Ji Jue, opened his mouth, and effortlessly swallowed it whole!

Meanwhile, that box had been cast aside on the ground, its seams cracked, devoid of any mystery, all traces of the Dissociation Technique erased, and no one paid attention anymore...

No one would doubt again.

At this moment, every eye saw clearly and distinctly.

The Heirloom Seal is here!

From now on, it belongs to me, the Sacrificial Master Saint of the Evil Cult, one who shall recreate Spring City's world-shattering evil – Lu Changsheng!

Only Wuyou Lord was stupefied, his eyes wide with bloodshot veins.

He simply couldn't believe what had happened.

Clearly, there was nothing in the box!

He saw it clearly!

But now, even he began to doubt himself, wasn't he just imagining things? Otherwise, how could the Heirloom Seal have vanished without a trace?

It couldn't be that the box was truly empty, right?

"As the saying goes, heaven's treasures belong to those with virtue, why does Wuyou Lord insist on forcing it?"

Ji Jue laughed heartily towards the sky, standing with hands behind his back: "Since the Heirloom Seal recognizes me as its master, it is evident that the heavenly destiny is with me, with my Evil Cult, no, Evil Transformation Holy Dynasty!

It's the heavens helping me, transforming evil towards righteousness!

I must ask you one question——"

The demon amidst the blaze grinned, lowering his eyes to ask:

"——Before the Supreme, why not bow?"

Pa!

The sound of something breaking resounded.

Accompanying Ji Jue's words, the Dark Tower roared, trembling violently, and infinite gravity instantly manifested, descending upon Wuyou Lord.

Crushing his legs, bending his spine, ravaging his nerves, oppressing his soul.

Making him convulse, struggling futilely, yet his body bent lower and lower, amidst his roars and curses, gradually, his knees touched the ground.

As though, ceremoniously worshipping.

Bowing devoutly.

Towards the imperial throne, prostrating in homage to the Emperor!

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