CHAPTER 286: CHAPTER 283: ETERNAL TEMPLE_1

"How is it?" Seeing the Kun Daoist’s grave expression, Qin Wudao asked worriedly.

"Strange! To think there’s a constitution in the world singled out and cursed by the Heavenly Dao?" It seemed as if the Kun Daoist had not heard Qin Wudao’s question. He released an even more substantial spiritual power, attempting to probe Guo Jia’s situation fully.

Guo Jia, sitting in his chair with a slightly furrowed brow, knew that if he allowed this probing power to have its way, his secret would undoubtedly be exposed. However, recalling Qin Wudao’s trust in him, he opened his heart.

The Kun Daoist’s spiritual power smoothly circulated within Guo Jia’s body. Deep within, he discovered a black mark emitting an evil aura.

Just one glance at the mark, and a dazzling black light burst forth, destroying the Kun Daoist’s spiritual power.

BOOM!

Wisps of black aura radiated from the Kun Daoist’s body, corroding the surrounding Void into oblivion. Space, time, laws—none of them existed there anymore.

"What is this power?" Qin Wudao was shocked and retreated hastily. He looked at the Void, now a space of complete Voidness, and broke out in a cold sweat.

This wasn’t a simple shattering of the Void, but its absolute annihilation, beyond any possibility of restoration. The space within the World Stone would even shrink as a result.

Even a Great Emperor could not annihilate the Void!

"The power of the Heavenly Dao... No wonder! No wonder!" The Kun Daoist opened his eyes, a hint of fear lingering on his face. His once-solid body was now extremely ethereal, as if it could be swept away by a gust of wind.

"Senior, are you alright?" Qin Wudao stepped forward, his concern for the Kun Daoist’s condition growing.

"It’s nothing. I just need to slumber for a while to recover," the Kun Daoist replied weakly.

Qin Wudao breathed a sigh of relief and asked again, "Then, can Guo Jia be healed?"

"Breaking through to the Quasi-Emperor Realm will grant him another decade of life. But for a complete cure, it requires success in ’Replacing Heaven’!" the Kun Daoist stated, his words astonishing.

Qin Wudao was taken aback. Replacing Heaven... How could one replace Heaven?

"Your Majesty, there is not much time left for you—a hundred years at most. You must break through to the Immortal Realm, or else... everything will be for naught!" the Kun Daoist continued, his expression growing exceedingly complex. He initially hadn’t wanted Qin Wudao to oppose ’It,’ but now it seemed Wudao had inadvertently walked onto the path of opposition.

The karmic tie between Qin Wudao and ’It’ had already been forged!

Otherwise, why would Guo Jia have appeared in the Qin Dynasty, and not somewhere else?

"Senior, what exactly happened? Why is there so little time left?" Qin Wudao asked, perplexed. He sensed that the Kun Daoist was withholding a heaven-shattering secret, one connected to the Supreme Being of Kunlun.

"Young Master, I have prepared resources for breaking through to the Quasi-Emperor Realm. You can give them to Guo Jia. Nurture him well!" The Kun Daoist offered no explanation; his figure gradually faded and vanished.

He left behind a cache of resources shimmering with a precious glow, including Emperor Level Realm-Breaking Pills, Heart-Protection Pills, the Light of Culture, Soul Dans, Enlightenment Tea, and Heavenly Treasure Wine...

Qin Wudao stood rooted to the spot, pondering the Kun Daoist’s words, his brow deeply furrowed. Finally, with a sigh, he took the resources and left the World Stone.

I’m still not strong enough! A hundred years... then I, Zhen, shall break through within a hundred years and see the truth behind this world! Only Qin Wudao’s resolute voice remained, echoing within the World Stone.

After his divine soul returned to his body, Qin Wudao opened his eyes. Looking at the serene Guo Jia, he took out the resources prepared by the Kun Daoist and said with a faint smile, "Minister Guo, here is a collection of resources to help you break through to the Quasi-Emperor Realm and extend your life."

"Your Majesty, I am but a cripple whose days are numbered. There’s no need to waste these precious resources on me," Guo Jia said, shaking his head as he looked at the priceless items. "Even if I break through, it would only mean barely hanging on for another ten years. It would be better to give them to someone else!"

"Minister Guo, I, Zhen, will not allow you to disparage yourself! Within ten years, I, Zhen, will definitely find a way to break this curse. Please, believe me!" Qin Wudao declared solemnly. This was a monarch’s promise, signifying Guo Jia’s importance to him.

"Your humble servant thanks Your Majesty!" Guo Jia, moved by Qin Wudao’s sincerity, stood up, walked to the center of the hall, and bowed respectfully.

He looked at the treasures on the table and secretly vowed to devote his remaining ten years, his entire heart and soul, to making the Qin Dynasty’s Divine Court powerful, enabling it to stand at the pinnacle of the world.

"Guards! Take Guo Jia to the secret realm for secluded cultivation!" Qin Wudao nodded and ordered in a clear voice.

Dian Wei, who was on guard duty, pushed open the door and entered. After clasping his hands in salute, he led Guo Jia to the Immortal Realm fragments.

It’s time for the armies to return to the capital, Qin Wudao mused, leaning back in his chair.

Although it was regrettable they hadn’t managed to invade the Canghai Ancient Court and exact revenge, the initial objective of the campaign had clearly been achieved. The strength of the four armies had been tested, and it surpassed his expectations.

「Meanwhile, countless miles away in the Middle Region.」

Within an extremely hidden canyon, lightning suddenly flashed and thunder rumbled. A unique Spiritual Body materialized, wreathed in the supreme power of the Great Dao.

In the canyon, hundreds of black-robed martial artists, their auras strange and unsettling, knelt respectfully on the ground.

"Greetings, Master!"

The weakest among them possessed the aura of a Semi-Emperor martial artist. In the outside world, any one of them would be formidable enough to rule a territory and establish an age-old dynasty. Yet now, they prostrated themselves in the humblest manner.

"What is the situation?" an imperious and merciless voice echoed through the canyon.

"Reporting to Master, we have gathered two thousand eight hundred sixty-three individuals with special constitutions. Among those not yet collected, apart from the top-ranked Chaos Divine Body, all other known special constitutions have appeared in this era!" the black-robed man kneeling at the very front reported respectfully.

If any outsider were present to hear his words, they would undoubtedly be astounded. They have collected two thousand eight hundred sixty-three special constitutions! For what purpose?

It must be known that in the previous eight eras combined, fewer than two thousand special constitutions had emerged in total!

"Continue the search for the Chaos Divine Body! Also, the Curse-Bearer has appeared. Find him and kill him!" the Spiritual Body commanded harshly.

As soon as his voice faded, his form slowly grew indistinct, merging with the heavens and earth.

After ten breaths, the kneeling black-robed figures finally rose. The one in the lead turned and commanded in a deep voice, "Relay this order: all members of the Pavilion of Longevity are to search for traces of the Chaos Divine Body and the Curse-Bearer!"

"As you command!" The numerous black-robed figures saluted and flew out of the canyon.

May there be some results, the leading black-robed figure murmured, hands clasped behind his back. Then, with a single step, he vanished.

Who was he? The Pavilion Master of the Eternal Temple, the foremost powerhouse of the Primeval Continent!

「Canghai Ancient Court.」

They were nearly driven into a frenzy by the military actions of the Qin Dynasty Divine Court!

"Issue this decree: closely monitor the movements of the Qin Dynasty Divine Court! Also, inform all major powers in the alliance to prepare for battle at any time!" In the vast throne hall, the Canghai Divine Emperor commanded, his voice authoritative, yet his expression tinged with worry.

The civil and military officials standing below all wore grave expressions.

With a man-eating tiger lurking beside one’s couch, how could they possibly be at ease?

That very day, the Canghai Ancient Court and all allied forces mobilized. Elite armies were continuously dispatched to the front lines, preparing for a great war.