Dijun's Night Visit, Probing the Mystery of the Great Dao

"Rules are established by people, and we should abide by them in our actions," Ao Changsheng said. "But this time is different."

Dijun sneered, "You certainly know how to talk."

Ao Changsheng smiled slightly, "If Your Majesty is not interested, then let's forget about it."

"Haha." Dijun laughed, "Since that's the case, then Changsheng Daoist Changsheng, please speak plainly."

"I would like to invite Fellow Changsheng to accompany me on a journey to the Demon Domain, to see how far our grand plan has progressed."

Dijun narrowed his eyes. "The Demon Emperor is in high spirits, but I wonder if I am worthy of such a grand gesture from you."

"Whether Your Majesty is worthy of such a large-scale mobilization, I Grand Pure One, but someone has told me that I need an extremely important treasure, and that this treasure can only be obtained by Your Majesty. So, I wonder if Your Majesty would be willing to help?"

"What kind of treasure is it that even Fellow Changsheng values so highly?"

Ao Changsheng smiled faintly, "I don't know either."

Dijun smiled and said, "Very well, since Fellow Changsheng thinks so highly of me, I will do my best to help. No matter what this treasure is, I will assist Fellow Daoist Changsheng."

"Very well! Then thank you very much, Your Majesty." Ao Changsheng stood up to leave. "If Your Majesty has no further instructions, then this junior will take his leave. Farewell!"

After Ao Changsheng left, Dijun's lips curled into a mocking smile, "Ao Changsheng, you're quite the schemer, daring to use such an excuse. Do you think I, Dijun, am truly immune to being deceived?"

Time flies, and another hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.

In an ancient city, an old man with white hair sat leisurely at a wooden table in the main hall, sipping tea.

Suddenly, a white light flashed, and the old man abruptly looked up at the sky.

"Who?!" The old man exclaimed in shock and anger. He raised his palm and unleashed a powerful burst of air that shattered all the surrounding stone slabs, sending stone chips flying everywhere.

A man dressed in black stood silently at the top of the stone chamber, his face veiled, making his features impossible to see.

"Who are you?!" the old man asked.

"Heh heh!" The man in black chuckled softly, his voice slightly shrill, almost like a woman's, which sent chills down the old man's spine. He cursed inwardly, "What the hell is this?!"

"Who sent you?" the old man continued to ask.

"Hmph, who I am is not important. What matters is who sent you and whether you are qualified to know all this, hehe!" the man in black laughed.

The old man frowned. It seemed this man was after his life. He pondered for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter. "Haha, interesting! I'd like to see who sent you to your death!"

"Boom!"

The wall behind the old man suddenly burst open, turning into a shower of rubble.

Amidst the rubble, a long sword emerged from the void, heading straight for the old man.

The old man scoffed, "A mere trick!"

A giant, golden axe suddenly appeared in his hand, and he swung it down fiercely, colliding with the longsword, sparks flying everywhere.

After a brief stalemate, the longsword finally succumbed to the old man's axe blade and crumbled instantly.

The old man's attack was effective, so he immediately pressed his advantage, wielding his giant axe to strike at the man in black, intending to kill him completely.

The man in black's eyes narrowed. "You really are stubborn. You forced me to do this!"

He spun rapidly, leaving a trail of afterimages in his wake, and miraculously dodged the old man's axe strike.

"Such speed!" the old man exclaimed in surprise. His axe strikes were unparalleled, yet he still managed to dodge them.

Then, the man in black disappeared again.

"Hmph! Trying to run? You're far too naive!" the old man sneered, swinging his axe again and slashing towards the location of the man in black.

This time, the man in black disappeared again.

This time, however, the man in black suddenly appeared behind him.

The old man turned around and slashed down with his sword.

Suddenly, the man in black produced a long spear and thrust it viciously towards the old man's neck.

The old man swung his axe backhand.

With a loud "bang!", the two forces collided, and the man in black was thrown back dozens of feet, his spear breaking into pieces.

"Hmm, as expected of Changsheng, one of the Three Sages of the Primordial World, your strength is indeed extraordinary," the man in black exclaimed. "But I have more than just this one move!"

"What?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he vanished into thin air.

The old man's heart tightened. "This is bad!"

But it was too late. Where he had just been standing, an ice spike materialized out of thin air and pierced his chest.

The old man's face turned pale. "To be able to use such a mysterious Movement Method, you're no ordinary person!"

"You're not bad! You actually managed to withstand my first attack, which is beyond my expectations," the man in black said coldly. "Unfortunately, you're still too green. I advise you not to struggle anymore and just surrender obediently! I can guarantee that I won't harm your life. As long as you submit to me, you can receive a great benefit. What do you think?"

"Hmph! Don't even think about it!" the old man gritted his teeth. "Today, even if you run to the ends of the earth, you won't escape my grasp."

The man in black asked coldly, "Are you really sure about this?"

"I've made up my mind!" The old man nodded firmly.

"Then I can send you on your way," the man in black said coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a token appeared in his hand, with a large character for "kill" written on it, face up and back down.

"Whoosh!"

He gripped the token tightly in his hand and squeezed it hard.

"Click-clack!"

With a crisp sound, the token shattered into powder and vanished.

"What!"

The old man's expression changed, his heart filled with anger. He hadn't expected the man in black to be so ruthless.

"What? You're not convinced?" the man in black asked.

"I refuse to accept this!" the old man said coldly. "This tattered token can't threaten me at all. You should just put it away."

"Haha!" the man in black laughed. "You're from this world, so naturally you recognize this thing. Although it can't pose a threat to you, its effects are extraordinary. Just think about it, with a token inside your body, how many times will your power increase? Just think about how strong your physical body will become. Do you know what this token represents in this world?"

The old man's heart skipped a beat.

This token is indeed very magical, but he wouldn't believe the black-clad man's nonsense.

The man in black chuckled. "Looks like you still don't understand!"

He flicked his fingers, and countless runes flashed on the token. Soon, a thin, transparent light film appeared on the outside of the token, covering it completely.

"No, I don't believe it!" the old man roared, refusing to believe that the token could stop him.

"This token is not as simple as you think," the man in black sneered. "I forged it using a special method. If I wanted, I could easily destroy you without leaving a trace, so you would never find a single clue."

The old man's pupils contracted. This guy really did have some tricks up his sleeve; it seemed he had underestimated him.