As the monarch of Great Wei, it would be far too ridiculous if he didn't have even a single means of self-preservation.
After Jia Hu walked out of the Wannian Platform, a dense flurry of footsteps echoed behind him as fifteen hundred 【Imperial Guard】 gathered at his back.
“Everyone, the time has come to repay the Emperor's favor!”
No one behind him answered, but their footsteps fell in perfect unison.
Jia Hu sensed something, his gaze turning toward the east as he smiled.
“Those who cross the threshold uninvited are unwelcome guests.”
“Everyone, die.”
As he spoke, the wind and clouds shifted. Strands of divinity transformed into massive palms behind him, slapping toward the east.
Splat!
Splat!
Splat!
Blood suddenly splattered across the seemingly empty night sky, as if something hidden within had been flattened.
Two figures tumbled out, instantly turning into two black lines upon hitting the ground and rushing toward the Wannian Platform.
“Hah!!!”
A thousand Imperial Guards raised their shields in unison and shoved forward!
Their spirituality boiled, and the phantoms behind them likewise raised their shields and pushed forward.
These spiritual phantoms fused together like an iron wall, completely blocking the two black shadows.
Thud, thud.
The elder with tucked sleeves looked up. The sky distorted as countless handprints rained down, ‘smashing’ toward the two black shadows.
In a flash, one of the black shadows materialized into human form. A poleaxe appeared in his hand, and he swung it fiercely at the incoming handprints.
Slash!
If those handprints were rain, then this single axe swing split the rain.
Taking advantage of this opening, the other black shadow quickly moved in another direction.
Just because he couldn't get past the 【Imperial Guard Wall】 in front of him didn't mean he couldn't pass through elsewhere.
The elder with tucked sleeves frowned slightly, taking his hands out of his sleeves for the first time.
They were a pair of skeletal hands, with wisps of black energy faintly visible in the gaps between the bones.
He reached out and grabbed forward. The space in front of the black shadow seemed to turn into a curtain, which he yanked directly toward himself.
Left with no choice, the black shadow could only materialize into human form.
He was also holding a poleaxe, and the moment he appeared, he swung it toward the elder with tucked sleeves.
Whoosh~
The wind whipped up by the axe made the elder's robes flutter loudly.
Yet, he remained exceptionally calm, extending a single finger forward.
Clang!
The poleaxe was actually stopped by his two skeletal fingers. In fact, due to the sheer force of the recoil, cracks even appeared on the axe blade.
The visual impact of this scene was incredibly intense, as if a large truck traveling at two hundred kilometers per hour had slammed into a cat, only for the cat to remain unharmed while the truck exploded!
Using the recoil, the man rolled to a landing, his expression grim as he spoke.
“A natural transcendent!”
The elder with tucked sleeves smiled indifferently upon hearing this.
“Good eye. Do you want to surrender?”
The two men holding poleaxes grinned. In the next instant, the divinity all over their bodies began to boil violently!
Self-detonation!
The elder's eyes narrowed slightly as he pressed his hands down with all his might!
Crack, crack.
Numerous cracks spread across his skeletal hands, and cracks appeared in the space in front of him as well!
...
Outside the Wannian Platform.
Yin Yang was currently dancing on a rooftop.
He had set up quite a few barriers around the area, but he knew very well that once the Great Wei authorities discovered him, these barriers wouldn't hold up for long.
A barrier that could stall a Demigod for an hour wouldn't even stop a Sequence 4 for a minute, or a Sequence 3 for a second.
This was why Yin Yang had chosen a spot further away, using his dance to boost his perception capabilities and communicate with the Wannian Platform.
To prevent himself from sensing things he shouldn't, he condensed this perceptive force into a single thread.
Not only did this extend his perception range, but it also prevented him from accidentally picking up other signals.
Otherwise, if he accidentally perceived a Sequence 3, wouldn't he just blow up on the spot?
As the dance continued, his perceptive force finally made contact with the main body of the Wannian Platform.
The moment they connected, Yin Yang felt an incredibly massive consciousness that was eager to communicate with him.
This made Yin Yang even more certain that the entity that had summoned him earlier was indeed this thing.
Joy.
Incomparable joy!
Because its consciousness was so vast, Yin Yang was instantly infected by its emotions the moment he perceived it. Fortunately, he managed to calm himself down in time.
“Who are you?”
“Hungry~”
“How can I help you break the seal?”
“Hungry~”
“Can you communicate?”
“Hungry~”
No matter how Yin Yang tried to communicate, the consciousness the other party conveyed to him was always the same: hungry!
This left Yin Yang somewhat speechless, wondering if he had run into an idiot.
Although he possessed 【Spirit-Bestow】, which allowed him to charge transcendent items or sealed objects, and even temporarily turn ordinary items into transcendent ones...
...this still depended on the scale and size!
He was only a Sequence 6. Wanting to bestow spirit upon an object as massive as the Wannian Platform was practically a pipe dream.
“Hungry~”
“Then how can I feed you?”
“...”
...
Central City.
Security Headquarters.
“Hehehe~ Someone finally had the nerve to come to Central City. I can finally have some real fun again~”
A woman's sweet laughter rang out, but before she could finish, she was drowned out by another coarse, wild voice.
“Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!!!”
That voice seemed completely devoid of reason, but in the next second, a calm voice replaced it.
“It's the scent of an evil god. Flesh-and-blood type. Very troublesome. There will be lingering effects.”
“The formation can no longer be reversed. To be able to quietly set up a formation of this scale in Central City, the other party must have some skill.”
Just as those words fell, another arrogant voice shouted.
“Stop it? Why stop it? Let it descend! Let it descend! Let that evil god descend! I haven't tasted an evil god in so long, hahahaha~”
“Hey! Why are you heading underground? What are you trying to do?”
Huang Quan walked down the underground passage.
Beneath the Security Headquarters lay the largest Hidden Vault in all of Great Wei, sealing away over seventy percent of the empire's sealed objects!
Yet from beginning to end, he was the only person in the passage. These voices were all produced by him alone.
Under the dim lights, a frail figure wearing a padded cotton coat huddled on a stool, looking as though he were extremely sensitive to the cold.
“Uncle Guo.”
Huang Quan's attitude was respectful.
Hearing this, Uncle Guo raised his head, his vision slowly focusing.
“Oh, it's the Chief.”
“Uncle Guo, I need to use the Shroud.”
Uncle Guo turned and opened the door, saying,
“Of course, no problem. But even for you, you can only use it for twenty minutes.”
“Understood.”
Huang Quan gave an acknowledging hum, his voice still his original one.
After Uncle Guo opened the door, Huang Quan stepped inside. Before long, he walked out carrying a golden casket.
Uncle Guo closed the door and huddled back onto the stool once more.
Huang Quan cast a glance back before exiting the passage. Uncle Guo was still huddled on the stool, looking exactly as he had when Huang Quan first met him decades ago, without even a single extra wrinkle on his face.
The moment he stepped out of the passage, those chaotic voices echoed from his mouth once more.
“The Shroud, the Shroud, I love the Shroud!”
“I can finally go all out! Hahahaha~”
“Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!”
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