The Dao Heaven Holy Land's Conspiracy!

"Alas, the other three major powers don't know much either. We only know that Holy Lord Murong Guanhai publicly claimed to be unwell, and that the Dao Heaven Holy Land would no longer open its gates to take disciples and lead them astray.

"All these years, only some of its elders have appeared in various parts of the Central Continent. They've made no other moves."

Chu Muyang knew only that much, just like the other two.

Every time they sent someone to visit the Dao Heaven Holy Land, an invisible barrier turned them away at the gates.

"I also divined the Dao Heaven Holy Land's fate, but the workings of heaven appeared shrouded in mist, as though someone had deliberately concealed them."

Lin Suantian told them about his divination.

"Something like that happened?"

Zhao Qianxue was puzzled again.

Someone had deliberately concealed the workings of heaven? Just what was the Dao Heaven Holy Land doing?

"Whatever the case, I hope your three powers will send people to visit once more. This concerns the very foundation of the Central Continent. We must see what is happening in the Dao Heaven Holy Land."

Zhao Qianxuan made this request of the three. After all, if the Dao Heaven Holy Land joined the war, their chances of victory would be much greater.

"Rest assured, Your Majesty. I'll discuss it with the holy land's elders."

Jian Changqing nodded in agreement.

"Mm, I'll send people to try again."

"The Heavenly Mystery Pavilion will try as well."

All three agreed with Empress First Snow.

"Then we of the Eastern Continent will take our leave. We'll return and report this matter!"

"The Southern Frontier will also return and make preparations. When the time comes, we'll come to your aid."

"Farewell, everyone!"

They all exchanged bows and bid Chu Muyang farewell.

"I'll remain in the Central Continent for a while. Sorry for the trouble, Emperor Chu."

Zhao Qianxue explained the matter to her attendant and sent the attendant back. She had just instructed the attendant to take care of affairs in the Western Continent.

"Then I'll have someone prepare a room for you, Your Majesty. Please make yourself at home."

Chu Muyang prepared a room for Zhao Qianxue and otherwise left her to do as she pleased.

In any case, as a peak half-immortal, she could go wherever she wanted, and no one could stop her.

"Then thank you, Emperor Chu."

Zhao Qianxue then vanished from the council hall as well.

"Alas, a great war is about to begin. Once again, countless lives will be sacrificed!"

Chu Muyang walked outside and looked in the direction of Ye Zichen's pharmacy.

He hoped that the esteemed one could point them in the right direction.

Ye Zichen: Don't @ me. I'm just here for the show.

"Father, don't worry. We have so many people helping us."

Chu Yunxi comforted him. The two stood at the entrance, but neither could calm their heart.

Two days later,

Elsewhere.

Inside the Dao Heaven Holy Land!

"Holy Lord, the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion, Heavenly Sword Holy Land, and Great Chu Imperial Dynasty have sent people again. The Devil Race is about to launch a great war, and they ask whether we'll take part."

An elder reported the day's events from below the hall.

"I understand. Go and tell them that when the time comes, our Dao Heaven Holy Land will join the war."

Holy Lord Murong Guanhai sat in the great hall, his voice drifting down eerily.

"Does that mean our plan is already in place?"

The elder smiled deviously, as though speaking of something sinister.

"Mm. The elders sent out over the years have finished putting that thing in place."

Murong Guanhai's voice was full of ambition. The opportunity he had prepared for all these years had finally reached its last stage!

"Congratulations in advance, Holy Lord! May you reign for a thousand autumns and ten thousand years, and unite Weiyang!"

"A thousand autumns and ten thousand years! Unite Weiyang!"

As the elder's flattery rang out, the people hidden in the shadows beside him began shouting excitedly.

"Hmph! That dogshit Sword Immortal and those blessings bestowed from heaven can all go to hell!"

At the thought of Ye Zichen, Murong Guanhai was filled with disdain. When the time came, he would be the first person Murong Guanhai slew!

"This world will surely be mine. I alone am the world's foremost immortal!"

Murong Guanhai proclaimed loudly, as though telling everyone that he would ultimately win!

"Wang Batian."

"At your service, Holy Lord."

"When the time comes, you will lead all the disciples to the border between the Northern Region and the Central Continent to join the war."

"There's no need to do much fighting. The Devil Race will know how far to go. Just put on a show."

"Yes, Holy Lord!"

The elder named Wang Batian was a late-stage half-immortal, the second-strongest person in the Dao Heaven Holy Land.

That was why he would lead the group and await Murong Guanhai's orders to slaughter everyone, whether human or devil!

Murong Guanhai had been carrying out his plan ever since he broke through to peak half-immortal over a decade ago.

Using the formation bestowed by an Immortal, he would refine all the cultivators in the Weiyang Realm, gather the spiritual power of all living beings, break through to true immortal, and ascend to the Immortal Realm!

The Heavenly Dao had noticed nothing because, until the formation was triggered, it remained fused with heaven and earth, becoming a part of them that was supposed to exist.

"Jie jie jie, I will take control of Weiyang's Heavenly Dao!"

Murong Guanhai's voice echoed throughout the great hall. There were no longer so many disciples in the Dao Heaven Holy Land.

Everyone who had once opposed him had been killed, leaving only those who likewise supported Murong Guanhai and the fulfillment of his ambition.

"This ant trying to be clever is rather laughable."

Ye Zichen watched everything happening in the Dao Heaven Holy Land, but seemed not to care in the least.

It remained to be seen whether Murong Guanhai would still be so arrogant when Ye Zichen subjected him to despair. If he had anyone to blame, he could only blame himself for being born at the wrong time.

"Forget it. I'll let you prepare properly. Otherwise, I won't have my fill of fun."

Ye Zichen curled his lips, sneering at Murong Guanhai's futility.

Ye Zichen had no wish to meddle in the war between the Human Race and the Devil Race. After all, whoever lived or died, neither side dared lay a finger on him, and he could continue living his leisurely life.

But it was different with Murong Guanhai, who, for the sake of his own ambition, regarded Ye Zichen as a thorn in his eye.

"Hello, Young Master Ye~"

A lovely voice rang out, and a woman walked in. Though plainly dressed, her clothes could not conceal her extraordinary beauty.

"If you have nothing to do, go grind herbs with Yunxiao."

Seeing Zhao Qianxue visit again, Ye Zichen thought she ate her fill every day and had nothing better to do.

"Big Sister, are you here to work? Here."

Liao Yunxiao pounded herbs with one hand and picked up an herb grinder with the other, making to hand it to Zhao Qianxue.

"Ah, Young Master Ye is as unfeeling as ever."

Zhao Qianxue spoke with feigned sadness.

She then walked over to Liao Yunxiao and picked up the herb grinder.

"Little brother, is your master always this fierce with you?"

Zhao Qianxue asked teasingly as she pounded the herbs.

"Master is really fierce. He often spanks me and makes me copy books as punishment, and..."

Liao Yunxiao complained to Zhao Qianxue in an extremely quiet voice.

"But Master still treats me very well. He's never abandoned me, hehe."

Finally, he flashed a foolish grin and praised Ye Zichen.

"Pfft!"

After hearing him out, Zhao Qianxue burst out laughing.

"If you two don't start taking this seriously, I'll send you out to gather herbs as punishment. And Yunxiao, no dinner for you."

Hearing Ye Zichen's scolding, the two hurriedly shut their mouths and obediently continued pounding herbs.

Life looked so wonderful, with the occasional bit of horseplay adding a touch of fun.

The common people continued to live and work in peace and contentment. None of the ordinary folk knew that the Human Race would soon face slaughter at the hands of the Devil Race.