Suspicion

The void beyond the domain, the end of dimensions.

This is a singularity where laws collapse, and no matter can remain.

Only the Ancient Gods, who have transcended the boundaries of life and death, can construct a temporary council hall here through the projection of their divine consciousness.

Four colossal thrones float in the chaos.

However, the atmosphere today is more somber than ever before, carrying a palpable tension, as if on the verge of an explosion.

The projection of the Bloodline Emperor Lord appears first.

He maintains his majestic seated posture, but his right shoulder is empty. The rule lines at the severed joint continue to crumble, emitting wisps of dark red energy.

His expression is as dark as if it could drip water.

Next, a mass of pink mist condenses, forming the languid and opulent figure of the Joyful Union Dao Mother.

She idly waves the fan in her hand, but her eyes are no longer as frivolous as before, instead showing a deep apprehension.

Finally, there is a mass of constantly writhing rotten flesh and green mist – the Dharma form of the Wondrous Mercy True Lord.

Only the fourth throne, the position of the Vast Void Dao Ancestor, appears unusually ephemeral.

The projection is not only indistinct but also flickers at a faint frequency, as if it could extinguish at any moment.

"You have all seen it."

The Bloodline Emperor Lord speaks first, his voice like thunderclashing in the vacuum, shaking the surrounding chaotic currents.

"That sword."

"That ant named Li Yan actually refined my arm into a Divine Artifact."

"And it only took him less than three months."

The Wondrous Mercy True Lord's golden eyes flicker within the green mist.

"This is not logical."

His voice is hoarse, carrying a scent of decay.

"That is the body of an Ancient God, containing the origin of the Deathly laws."

"Even if that Li Yan mastered the bizarre ability of side-effect regularization, it would take at least a century of meticulous effort to erase the Ancient God's will within."

"Three months, he couldn't even burn through the surface."

"Unless..."

The Wondrous Mercy True Lord pauses, his gaze sweeping across the other three Gods.

"Unless someone provided him with a certain type of extremely high-level energy as an accelerant."

"This energy must be pure, immense, and capable of generating a violent repulsive reaction with the Deathly Aura laws."

The Joyful Union Dao Mother lets out a soft laugh, but there is no hint of seduction in it, only bone-chilling coldness.

"High-level energy."

"In this starfield, besides the four of us, who else possesses this level of origin?"

"The broken Heavenly Dao will of the Canglan Realm? Don't be ridiculous; if it dared to show its face, we would have devoured it long ago."

She sits up straight, her gaze sharpening.

"Emperor Lord, you lost your arm in the Central Province."

"You know the intricacies of it best."

"In that beam of blood-red light that pierced the heavens and earth just now, besides your Deathly Aura, I also smelled a very unsettling scent."

"That kind of ephemeral, illusory scent."

The Bloodline Emperor Lord abruptly turns his head.

His only remaining left hand grips the armrest of his throne tightly, his gaze like two sharp swords, piercing directly at the fourth throne, which has remained silent.

There, the projection of the Vast Void Dao Ancestor continues to flicker.

From the beginning of the meeting until now, this Dao Ancestor, who always loved to pontificate and considered himself wise, has not uttered a single word.

This is highly abnormal.

"Vast Void."

The Emperor Lord's voice is low, suppressing the rage about to erupt.

"Do you have nothing to say?"

"The hilt of that sword is inlaid with a grayish-green vertical pupil."

"Why does the aura of that eye so closely resemble your origin?"

On the fourth throne.

The projection of the Vast Void Dao Ancestor trembles slightly.

He is currently undergoing extreme torment.

Deep within his original body's core, the "pseudo Dao Pattern," like a persistent carbuncle, was frantically draining his magic power.

He had to divert ninety-nine percent of his mental energy to suppress and isolate it.

Maintaining this projection to attend the meeting was the result of his utmost effort.

Upon hearing the Emperor Lord's questioning, the Vast Void Dao Ancestor's heart leaped in alarm, but he forced a calm expression onto his face.

"Similar?"

His voice sounded somewhat ethereal and intermittent.

"All Great Daos in the world converge through different paths."

"Since that Li Yan can reverse laws and simulate a similar aura, what difficulty is there?"

"This seat has recently... been in seclusion, comprehending a supreme marvelous technique. It has reached a critical juncture."

"My Divine Soul is somewhat unstable, making it inconvenient to speak further."

"Seclusion?"

"Comprehending a marvelous technique?"

The Emperor Lord let out a cold laugh and slowly rose to his feet.

As he moved, cracks began to appear in the surrounding void, the personification of his rage.

"Vast Void, do you take me for a fool?"

"Your Yao Jue Dao Patterns are all about deception."

"But don't forget, I deal with blood."

"I am most sensitive to the flow of energy."

The Emperor Lord raised his left hand, pointing to the blue planet below.

"Just now, the moment Li Yan's sword was forged."

"I sensed a vast origin power directly injected into the depths of Central Province's earth from the abyss of the void."

"The source of that power is in the direction of your dojo."

"Your so-called seclusion is actually supplying magic power to Li Yan, isn't it?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the Wondrous Mercy True Lord and the Joyful Union Dao Mother changed drastically.

They had only suspected it before, but now that the Emperor Lord had pointed it out directly, the nature of the situation had completely changed.

This was no longer a matter of incompetence, but of colluding with the enemy.

"Vast Void, you need to provide an explanation."

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The green mist around the Wondrous Mercy True Lord began to boil, countless rotten eyeballs opening within the mist, staring intently at the Vast Void's projection.

"The four of us formed an alliance to carve up this universe."

"If anyone betrays us, trying to use that human to eliminate rivals and swallow the fruit whole."

"Then don't blame us for not cherishing our past affections."

The Joyful Union Dao Mother also dropped her smile, her fan transforming into a sharp bone dagger.

"Brother Vast Void, this is really unfair of you."

"The Emperor Lord lost an arm, and you're rushing to send energy to help him refine it."

"What, do you think we're not dying fast enough?"

Facing the encirclement of the three gods, the Vast Void Dao Ancestor had grievances he couldn't express.

What could he say?

That he coveted Li Yan's Cultivation Method and fell into a trap?

That not only did he learn nothing, but he was also implanted with a blood-sucking rune and became Li Yan's power bank?

If he revealed this, he would lose all face among the Ancient Gods.

Furthermore, once his current weakened state was exposed.

These three allies, like wolves and tigers, would immediately pounce on him and tear him apart.

In this dark forest, weakness was an original sin.

He had to hold on.

"Absurd."

The Vast Void Dao Ancestor forced a breath, making the projection slightly more solid.

"This seat and that Li Yan are irreconcilable."

"How could I possibly help him refine a weapon?"

"This is a stratagem of division, a scheme by that brat."

"If you believe it, you're truly stupid."

However, his explanation seemed so pale in the face of irrefutable evidence.

The Emperor Lord's killing intent grew stronger.

He suddenly remembered a detail.

A detail he had overlooked, but which now seemed glaringly obvious.

"Irreconcilable?"

The Emperor Lord narrowed his eyes, his tone chilling.

"Vast Void, I recall that kid's Dao name was 'Ming Yan,' wasn't it?"

"Vast Void, Ming Yan."

"Both from the 'Ming' generation."

"Do you have some connection?"

"Or perhaps, he's simply a hidden pawn you planted in the lower realm?"

"You want to use his hand to eliminate the three of us, so you can reap the benefits?"

Though this speculation was absurd, it formed a logically closed loop.

The Joyful Union Dao Mother and Wondrous Mercy True Lord's expressions changed instantly.

If that were the case, it would be terrifying.

One attracting the firepower in the open, the other fanning the flames from the shadows.

The Vast Void Dao Ancestor's game was a grand one.

"You... you're slandering me!"

The Vast Void Dao Ancestor's projected form trembled with anger.

He wanted to retort, but the pseudo-Dao Pattern within his body suddenly exerted another pull.

Pfft.

His main body injured, the projection could no longer be maintained.

The Vast Void Dao Ancestor's figure instantly became transparent, like a kite with a broken string.

"I... don't have time to waste words with you."

"When I emerge from seclusion, I will prove my innocence."

After uttering these perfunctory words, the Vast Void Dao Ancestor directly severed his divine sense connection to the meeting.

His throne instantly collapsed, turning into nothingness.

But this hasty departure was undoubtedly seen as a guilty escape by the other three gods.

The meeting site fell into deathly silence.

After a long while.

The Bloodline Emperor Lord sat back on his throne, his left hand gently tapping the armrest.

"He ran."

"He's guilty."

The Wondrous Mercy True Lord snorted coldly.

"It seems our enemy isn't just the one on the ground."

"The one in the heavens is even more dangerous."

The Joyful Union Dao Mother put away her bone dagger, a smile returning to her face, though it was filled with killing intent.

"Since someone doesn't want to play nice."

"We'll have to change the way we play."

"That Li Yan, although he has a Divine Artifact, his foundation is still shallow."

"But if Vast Void is truly plotting behind our backs..."

The gazes of the three gods met in the void.

A silent understanding was reached.

Before dealing with Li Yan, perhaps they should first guard against, or even eliminate, this hidden danger known as an "ally."

The seeds of suspicion had taken root and sprouted in the void.

And this was precisely the outcome Li Yan most wanted to see.

Divided Ancient Gods were far easier to deal with than united ones.

At the other end of the void.

After severing the connection, the Vast Void Dao Ancestor's main body violently spat out a mouthful of golden Divine Blood.

He looked at the gray rune within his body, still flashing with joyful light, and let out a mournful roar.

"Li Yan!"

"This is too much!"

He had not only lost his origin but also shouldered an indelible stain.

This was simply rubbing his intelligence into the dirt.

But now, he didn't even have the energy to retaliate.

He had to go all out to fight against this "pseudo-Dao Pattern" that was slowly devouring his origin.

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