Ants Wanting to Glimpse the Face of Heaven—How Quickly Attitudes Change
Ants Wanting to Glimpse the Face of Heaven—How Quickly Attitudes Change
“Hehe, Zhao Tian of the Pseudo-Sol Holy Land, Chu Wuji of the Great Sun Empire, Xiao Huo of the Ancient Xiao Family?”
“I never expected three super experts at the Half-Step Honoured Lord Realm to come in person. However, if you all wish to pay your respects to Young Master Gu, I’m afraid it won’t do without showing some sincerity.”
The Supreme Stygian Archbishop stood with his hands clasped behind his back, calm and unhurried, appearing high in the sky.
His face carried a somewhat mocking smile, and his voice spread in all directions.
The group of Supreme Stygian Holy Land elders and disciples stood behind him, facing all of this without the slightest panic.
Every single one of them wore a composed expression, with a faint hint of disdain.
After all, once they’d latched onto the thigh of that young lord...
The rest of the forces in the Eastern Barren were nothing but a bunch of chickens and clay dogs.
As the saying goes, when one man attains the Dao, even his chickens and dogs ascend to heaven—wasn’t that exactly the principle?
At this moment, those of them who knew the truth all had this floating, swaggering feeling.
What did the other great powers even amount to?
Before Young Master Gu, they were nothing more than a single slap’s worth of trouble.
If they dared offend him, even their entire mountain gates would likely be directly annihilated by the terrifying existence behind Young Master Gu.
With such powerful backing, why would they need to feel afraid?
“What?”
But at this moment, everyone outside the mountain gates—including the white-robed old man and the Imperial Uncle of the Great Sun Empire—was somewhat dazed, their brains failing to process it.
All the Cultivators on the Ancient Battleships, flying boats, and even the ferocious beasts were stunned.
They had come in a menacing, aggressive manner, only to encounter a Supreme Stygian Holy Land with not the slightest intention of resistance.
This completely exceeded everyone’s expectations.
“What does the Supreme Stygian Archbishop mean by that?”
Many of them were utterly shocked.
Disaster was already looming overhead, yet this group of elders and disciples actually still looked like they had something to rely on?
What was going on?
Had everyone in the Supreme Stygian Holy Land gone mad?
Or did they have some kind of trump card or backing?
“Pay respects to Young Master Gu? Who is that? Could it be that young man rumored to be very close with the Supreme Stygian Holy Land?”
“Or is all of this merely a diversionary ploy by the Supreme Stygian Holy Land?”
The white-robed old man was named Zhao Tian, the Supreme Elder of the Pseudo-Sol Holy Land, and he couldn’t help but ponder secretly in his heart.
After all, he was an old monster who had lived for several thousand years, and he quickly noticed something was off.
The entire Supreme Stygian Holy Land was simply too calm.
Who exactly gave them this confidence?
One had to know that even if their own Supreme Elder were revived and his cultivation advanced another step, he might not necessarily be confident of withstanding the invasion of so many forces.
At this moment, the atmosphere before the Supreme Stygian Holy Land’s mountain gates was truly somewhat eerie.
“Hmph, what Young Master Gu? Who is that?”
“He sounds rather young. Could he be the disciple of some hidden old monster walking the world? But even so, what of it?”
“Today, this old man has brought the Emperor Weapon of the Empire. When fully revived, it can battle a Honoured King Realm existence.”
The old emperor of the Great Sun Empire, named Chu Wuji, spoke coldly upon hearing this.
It was he who had spoken just now, his voice spreading across the front, carrying terrifying pressure.
There was a great enmity between the Great Sun Empire and the Supreme Stygian Holy Land!
Today was the perfect opportunity to destroy the Supreme Stygian Holy Land—how could he possibly let it slip by?
“I pointed out a path to survival for all of you, yet you insist on walking the road to death. Why must it be so?”
“How could Young Master Gu’s identity be something the likes of you could imagine?”
“Ants wanting to glimpse the face of heaven? That’s nothing but a fool’s dream.”
Hearing this, the Supreme Stygian Archbishop stood with his hands behind his back and laughed with false courtesy, his tone extremely arrogant.
He himself was a ruthless character, so naturally he wouldn’t pass up such a fine opportunity to borrow the tiger’s might as a fox.
Today, he would intimidate all the other great powers of the Eastern Barren.
For the period of time to come, the lands of the Eastern Barren would inevitably revere the Supreme Stygian Holy Land as supreme!
And what’s more, this had Young Master Gu’s tacit approval...
Thinking of all this, a mocking expression once again appeared on the Supreme Stygian Archbishop’s face.
Many forces were closely watching all of this.
Presumably, what happened here had already been passed along by the spies of many forces lurking in the shadows, setting off a huge uproar.
The old emperor named Chu Wuji was a hot-tempered man by nature.
Hearing these words, how could he possibly endure it? His face nearly turned green with rage.
“Chu Wuji, hold on. Something’s wrong—this can’t be that simple. Today’s events are truly too strange...”
The Supreme Elder of the Pseudo-Sol Holy Land frowned and hurriedly grabbed the old emperor beside him, who was about to make a move.
Although he too had brought his sect’s guarding artifact...
He truly had no confidence in his heart.
Before the eyes of the masses, the Supreme Stygian Holy Land’s reaction left his heart unable to settle.
After all, many great powers of the Eastern Barren had gathered here.
In a situation where there were too many wolves and too little meat...
The Supreme Stygian Holy Land was still so calm, so arrogant.
He grew increasingly curious about that mysterious young lord—all his previous guesses had probably been wrong.
Just how terrifying did a person’s origins have to be to make the Supreme Stygian Archbishop this fearless?
Zhao Tian had, after all, lived for several thousand years; even his eyelashes were hollow with craftiness, and his mind was extremely sharp.
He quickly analyzed that something was amiss, cold sweat streaming down his forehead, his back going cold.
“Was the intelligence wrong? Or is this false information deliberately released by the Supreme Stygian Holy Land?”
At this moment, among the other great powers, some people’s expressions also changed slightly. Clearly, they weren’t fools either and had figured it all out.
“Haha, Su Taixuan, you’re absolutely right. We long ago heard that the young lord was residing in your Supreme Stygian Holy Land. My Xiao Family deliberated for a long time and came specially to pay our respects, hoping to glimpse the heavenly countenance of that young lord.”
“To that end, we’ve prepared many gifts.”
At this moment, from the mighty battleship before the Supreme Stygian Holy Land’s mountain gates, a burly middle-aged man clad in golden armor stepped out with an honest, simple-minded smile.
His voice was resonant, echoing above.
“This Xiao Huo is quite the sly fox...”
Hearing these words, the expressions of Cultivators from many forces changed.
Some were even dumbfounded.
This was just too shameless.
How much time had even passed? And the head of the Ancient Xiao Family had already changed his tune?
Wasn’t that a bit too fast?
When they came earlier, who was it that said they wanted to bathe the Supreme Stygian Holy Land in blood?
Many people cursed inwardly at his shamelessness.
Then they too followed suit one after another, stating outright that they wished to pay respects to that young lord.
“Yes, yes, we’ve come to pay our respects to that young lord.”
“We hope the Supreme Stygian Holy Land will pass along the message.”
“This Su Taixuan really has some skill...”
This scene caused Zhao Tian’s expression to change drastically.
At the same time, he cursed inwardly at what a close call it had been—thank goodness he hadn’t launched an attack on the Supreme Stygian Holy Land just now.
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