Seven days later, Yun Jin arrived at Azure Luan Glazed Light as promised. Besides him, the other five Divine Word Heirs had all arrived.
In the spacious council hall were Wuwang, chief disciple of the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Buddhas; Wu Bingqiong, the Demon Lord of Extreme Cold of Frozen God Prison; Night Owl, the King of Assassins; Mai Xin, the Child of the Elements; and Mu Xingchen, the Fate Star Creator.
Their auras, brimming with Divine Word power, intertwined, pressing fine wrinkles into the surrounding space.
Yun Che sat at the head of the table, tapping his fingertips against its surface. He was the first to break the silence. "I called everyone here today not to fight over supremacy among the Divine Words, but to tell you something. We Divine Word Heirs were sacrifices for the Chaos Demon Gods from the very beginning. The Divine Words are the keys to opening the entrance to Outer Chaos."
The moment he finished, the council hall erupted. Mai Xin, the youngest, slapped the table and stood up. "Nonsense! In all the years since I fused with my Divine Word, I've never felt anything unusual. Are you afraid we'll take your position, so you deliberately made this up to scare us?"
Dark Radiance flickered at Night Owl's fingertips. "Yun Che, you gathered us here just to spout this madness?" he said coldly. "If you really want the Divine Words all to yourself, just declare war. Why invent these lies to make yourself seem so inscrutable?"
Wuwang pressed his palms together and lowered his eyes without speaking, but ripples quietly spread through the Buddhist flames around him. Clearly, he did not entirely believe those words either.
Fine shards of ice drifted around Wu Bingqiong, and his voice was icy when he spoke. "Words alone