The Sun Moon Empire's Choice

Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong had already returned to their dormitory to cultivate. After Lu Wu's explanation, Huo Yuhao's desire to cultivate burned fiercely. No longer was it for the hatred in his heart, but to revive his mother.

"Yuhao, that so-called god from your world has arrived. I have a feeling there is something wrong with him. Be careful."

Electrolux's voice rang out in Huo Yuhao's mind, carrying a trace of vigilance.

The current Huo Yuhao was his most ideal successor. He had let go of his hatred without forgetting it. No one could be allowed to harm him.

"Got it, Elder Electrolux."

Huo Yuhao was somewhat bewildered, but he assumed the god had come for Wang Dong. No matter how he looked at it, Wang Dong seemed connected to the God of the Sea.

"Dong'er, Yuhao, Lord God of the Sea has come to see you."

Er Ming's voice sounded from outside the door, making Wang Dong's eyes widen. The God of the Sea had come to see her? The next moment, the door opened on its own, and Tang San's kindly face appeared before them, with Er Ming obediently following behind him.

"Greetings, Lord God of the Sea!"

The two stood up at the same time and bowed to Tang San.

"No need for such formalities. One of you is the heir of my Clear Sky Sect, while the other is a disciple of my Tang Sect. Naturally, I should come see you."

Tang San's gentle voice rang out, as all-embracing as the sea.

Behind him, Er Ming secretly rolled his eyes. He was finding Tang San harder and harder to understand. He pretended not to recognize his own daughter in front of her, as though she were not his daughter at all.

For a moment, Huo Yuhao did not know what to say. A living god had descended before a weakling who was not even a Soul Grandmaster. Why was he looking at a Tang Sect disciple who had joined midway instead of the Tang Sect Master?

"Do not be so restrained. Gods are not above everyone else."

Tang San looked at how their bodies were practically pressed together, and his gaze became even gentler.

"This is too much, too much! How dare the God of the Sea do this?!"

The old emperor viciously threw the letter in his hand to the floor, then began coughing uncontrollably upon the dragon throne.

Kong Deming used Soul Power to pick up the letter the old emperor had thrown away. Noticing the unusual watermarks on it, he frowned slightly.

"Because the Sun Moon Empire has no gods."

Kong Deming spoke expressionlessly as he passed the paper in his hand to the other Ninth Level Soul Guidance Masters.

"Do not even think about defecting to the Douluo Three Kingdoms. They intend to hand over all their technology willingly. Your fate will either be death in the Star Dou Great Forest or death at the hands of the various nations."

"Choose how you want to die."

After reading the contents of the letter, the Ninth Level Soul Guidance Masters behind him all fell silent. Even if they defected to the other side, they would probably be discarded once the Soul Tool technology in their hands had been extracted.

Even the surrender faction did not believe the other side would share that technology with them. With new grudges added on top of the old ones, they would likely be purged afterward.

"All of you are the ministers I trust most. The matter of launching a suicidal attack on Douluo Continent must never be leaked. Whoever leaks it will have their entire clan exterminated, and all shall execute them together."

The old emperor swept his gaze over the people below, his expression savage.

"We obey Your Majesty's command."

The many Ninth Level Soul Guidance Masters left the great hall with worried expressions. There was not a trace of light in their future. Could they truly only go and die?

"Maybe the God of the Sea will be defeated."

One Ninth Level Soul Guidance Master made a joke in an attempt to ease the atmosphere.

Some joined in with laughter, some remained silent, and some wore strange expressions.

Kong Deming naturally heard the joke as well. He merely shook his head and paid it no mind, gathering himself as he prepared to see his newly accepted disciple.

After all, when he brought the Sun Moon Empire's Soul Tool records to meet the God of the Sea, it would be the day of his death. While he still had time, he wanted to pass down everything he had learned.

"Teacher, you are here."

Lu Bai was researching a new Soul Tool.

"Lu Bai, these are the Soul Tool materials I have compiled. If you absorb and comprehend them step by step, you can also become a Ninth Level Soul Guidance Master, laying the foundation for becoming a Rank 10 Soul Engineer. It is just a pity that I will not live to see that day."

Kong Deming rarely sighed like this. He always felt that he could say anything in front of this newly accepted disciple.

"Teacher, you..."

Lu Bai looked at Kong Deming with deep concern. This teacher treated him very well, and he was worried about Kong Deming's situation.

"It is all because of that so-called God of the Sea. I truly hope those Fierce Beasts can kill Tang San. At least under the Fierce Beasts' restraint, the Sun Moon Empire would still have a future. But once Tang San arrives, the Sun Moon Empire will have no future."

Kong Deming was furious. The Sun Moon Empire had relied on its Soul Tool technology, hundreds of years ahead of the Douluo Three Kingdoms, to crush them. Yet they claimed that, for the future of Douluo Continent, the Sun Moon Empire should willingly hand it over. They wanted to play the whore and still erect a monument to chastity.

Not to mention that they wanted the Sun Moon Empire to take the vanguard. Once all the Sun Moon Empire's Titled Douluo were dead, would the Sun Moon Empire not be like a chicken on the chopping block, ready to be slaughtered at will?

Confusion flashed through Lu Bai's eyes before they swiftly deepened.

"Do you truly wish for the Fierce Beasts to kill Tang San?"

Lu Bai revealed a strange smile to Kong Deming.

"Who are you? Get out of Lu Bai's body at once!"

Kong Deming summoned his martial soul. The Ninth Level Soul Tools on his body were already aimed at Lu Bai. That tone was completely wrong.

"Did you not see me that day? My figure in the sky."

There was not the slightest hint of panic in Lu Bai's voice.

Kong Deming recalled what had happened a few days ago. His pupils contracted slightly as stormy waves surged through his heart.

"You are that Soul Beast!"

"I do not really count as a Soul Beast. You may call me the Demon Ancestor."

After thinking for a moment, Lu Bai shamelessly bestowed the title of Demon Ancestor upon himself.

"Demon Ancestor? Are you from beyond this world?"

Kong Deming reacted quickly, immediately realizing that the other party could not be a creature of Douluo Continent. What he had displayed that day was far beyond all reason.

"More or less. This is an incarnation I sent out for a worldly trial. I did not expect you to trigger it."

"So, do you want to kill Tang San? Even if it means betraying humanity?"

Lu Bai toyed with the Soul Tool in his hand, his gaze resting upon it as though he did not care about the other's answer in the slightest.

Betray humanity!

Kong Deming's heart fell into hesitation. Although he had said that even in death, he wanted the Douluo Three Kingdoms to suffer grievous losses, it did not mean he had gone so far as to defect from humanity.

"I agree. I simply do not know what price I must pay."

Kong Deming immediately agreed, though his heart was filled with lingering fear. The other party was certainly no good person. How could he possibly leave him any room to refuse?

"Very simple."

Lu Bai smiled softly and pressed a finger to Kong Deming's forehead, transmitting an array into his mind.

"As long as you join the Demon Race and become part of the Demon-Human lineage, we will naturally support you with all our strength."

"This is the Bloodline Conversion Array. When the time comes, go to the Star Dou Great Forest and find them. Give them my name."

"Then betray humanity."

The depth in Lu Bai's eyes gradually faded as his memories were sealed away once more.

"May I know your name?"

Kong Deming asked in a panic. He had not even been given a name.

"Lu Wu~"

The faint voice gradually dissipated, leaving behind only a bewildered Lu Bai.

Kong Deming did not know how to treat his newly accepted disciple. With a sigh, he turned and left. He needed to discuss this with the emperor.

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