Southern Region Ji Family

In just a few words, he had mobilized eleven ultimate weapons and nine ultimate-weapon factions.

And you called that helping a little?! More like a billion little bits!

Merak Three Saints: I admit there was an element of gambling...

Inside the ancient hall, deathly silence reigned.

"Brat Ye, are you sure you're not joking with this old woman?"

After a moment, Grandmother Yao finally spoke hoarsely, unable to conceal her shock.

"Grandmother, you have bestowed teachings upon me. I would never dare deceive you, even if I deceived anyone else."

Grandmother Yao had once granted him the inheritance of an Ancient Celestial Venerable—the Nirvana Heavenly Art.

She was also a grandmaster of alchemy. Whenever she refined pills, there was always a portion reserved for the Human Sacred Body. Rare spiritual herbs and peerless medicinal plants came as small rewards every three days and great rewards every five.

It could be said that she had never shortchanged her own Holy Son.

"That's true. You've always had your own ideas, child. Since you've spoken up, you must have at least a thirty percent chance of success. We old fellows all trust you."

Grandmother Yao nodded, openly throwing her support behind the Human Sacred Body.

"There's no need for too many ultimate weapons. Besides, there's only so much Divine Treasury to go around. If too many factions participate, there simply won't be enough to divide."

"What I mean is that the immortal dynasties far away in the Central Plains, as well as the even more dangerous ancient royal clans, need not take part. We only need to invite the friendly local factions of the Eastern Wasteland."

"As for the Wushi Bell you mentioned, there's no harm in trying."

"Great Emperor Wushi's accomplishments reached the heavens, his might overwhelming through the ages. His suppression