Only after Wang Qi had thoroughly hidden himself did the Ancient Method Immortal Sect truly realize what had happened on "that day."
Daoist Zhen Ru had "generously marched to his death." Zheng Wentai had been inexplicably ambushed, and the Holy Emperor had raised his hand and killed—slaughtering fifty thousand cultivators.
It had all come out of nowhere, deeply shaking the hearts of those Ancient Method Cultivators.
Linghuang Island was not, in truth, a solid block of iron. High-level Ancient Method Cultivators like Mei Sicheng and One Heart Daoist, whom the Holy Emperor had deliberately suppressed and kept from daring to break through to the Integrated Body Realm, had long been filled with distrust toward this "man single-handedly holding up a mountain on the verge of collapse." That was also why Wang Qi had not needed to spend much effort to make Mei Sicheng and the others switch sides.
And now, that distrust had completely erupted. Under the manipulation of certain "interested parties," rumors quietly began to spread.
With people's hearts in turmoil, the Emperor-Grade Heaven-Splitting Dao could only send out many disciples to maintain stability.
Yet this only deepened everyone's suspicions toward the Holy Emperor.
If Zheng Wentai were still alive and cultivating through aura-observation techniques, he would have been shocked to discover that the golden fortune that had shone over Linghuang Island for over a thousand years had lost its blazing momentum, like fire boiling oil. Strands of gray had begun to seep into it.
For precisely this reason, the Holy Emperor had found these past few days difficult. He had begun to regret choosing to kill people at the very first opportunity.
He could already refine that External Demon's mysterious curse technique, so why had he needed to kill anyone?
Would it not have been best to directly