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Chapter 1107: Da Ri Jian Zi is walking into the Emperor's Palace
There are many things that humans must do, even if there will be many sacrifices.

True Lord Jianshi and True Lord Zishi understood this truth, and they also knew that the will of a God-Transforming Heavenly Lord would not be shaken by any reason, so they did not say anything to persuade him, but remained silent.

"Solid rock."

"I have made some arrangements for you two and for the sect."

Jiang Ding said slowly, unconsciously becoming a little colder and harder, no longer indulging in the warmth of the sect: "I will send the two of you out to other small worlds and replace you with a slave identity. You will live in that identity from now on, and do not expose yourself on your own initiative no matter what."

"As a general rule, if the prince of the royal rank hadn't spent hundreds of years searching for you, you wouldn't have been exposed."

"The king of the Horned Demon Emperor tribe is not capable of finding you."

What if there was an ancient emperor's son, or even the emperor himself, who went out to search for the two ants?
Then you have to accept your fate and wait for death.

The human race is as lowly as slaves, and there is no such thing as absolute security.

"For the sect."

Jiang Ding continued.

"The Zhenshan Sect will then rule the area of ​​100,000 miles and become the absolute dominant sect here. Each of the remaining disciples will receive a large amount of natural treasures and countless martial arts manuals, which they can use for their own cultivation and spend as they please."

"No one will oppress you, and the Horned Demon Emperor will not collect taxes. You can even indulge in the fantasy that the Zhenshan Sect is the overlord of the entire world, the only one in heaven and on earth. You don't have to worry about anything. You can be arrogant and wanton, and you can scold and rebuke the Horned Demon Emperor clan. There will be no restrictions."

"Disciples, you only have a few decades to live."

"This period of time is not long, just a period of training."

Jiang Ding said slowly: "It is even possible that they will die only after I die. They may live a happy life, enjoy wealth and glory for a hundred years, and die at the end of their lifespan."

"It is also possible that they will be immediately massacred by the Horned Demon Emperor in a few years, leaving no one alive."

"I don't know what will happen in the end."

"Ancestor..."

True Lord Jianshi choked up a little.

This man is truly the ancestor of the sect. He has considered everything for his descendants and has done his best.

Any more, there's really nothing we can do.

There really isn't much a Heavenly King from the slave tribe can do.

"Don't be so childish."

"Solid stone, purple stone."

"Everything from now on depends on you."

Jiang Ding sighed and said calmly: "I will leave you two with enough food, skills, elixirs, spells, secret techniques, and magic weapon materials for you to advance to the God Transformation stage. If you work hard and if you are lucky enough not to be found by the Horned Demon Emperor Clan, you may be able to advance to the God Transformation stage and rebuild your sect in the future."

"So, do you still have any questions?"

"Or, do you have any unfulfilled wishes? I can fulfill them for you."

"There is no ancestor anymore."

Master Jianshi shook his head and said, "After my disciple was promoted to the Nascent Soul stage, his former enemies had already been secretly eliminated. I have no regrets. What I regret more is the general trend, which I am powerless to change."

"Grandmaster, I have an enemy..."

Master Zi Shi felt a little embarrassed.

"Jianshi, then you should go with him."

Jiang Ding smiled gently, took out a blood-jade talisman sword and handed it over: "If there is a king who obstructs us, no matter if it is the king of the Nu tribe or the king of the Horned Demon Emperor tribe, just kill him. There is no need to worry about anything. I don't lack the lives of a few kings, so it won't affect anything."

"My clan's children should act as they please."

"Yes, ancestor!"

True Lord Jianshi took a deep breath and solemnly took the talisman.

"Go ahead and be happy."

Jiang Ding nodded slightly.

……

A few months later.

True Lord Jianshi and True Lord Zishi returned covered in blood and brutality.

The Mountain Guarding Sect at this time made them stare with wide eyes, stunned, and almost dared not approach. The original barren hillside disappeared, replaced by a cloud peak, surrounded by clouds and mist, and hundreds of celestial rivers crisscrossing around the mountain. The spiritual energy was extremely rich, at least a fifth-level spiritual vein. Various exotic flowers and plants, spiritual beasts grew in the mountain, ethereal and profound, just like a fairyland on earth.

Around the mountain, there was a faintly visible blood-light formation with flashing runes, emitting an extremely terrifying aura. When the formation was in operation, it stirred up the situation of heaven and earth for thousands of miles.

It’s definitely a fifth-order formation!
Inside the mountain gate, each disciple had a happy smile on his face. They no longer had any fear or depression of being killed by the Horned Demon Emperor's people or other slave tribes at any time. They practiced cultivation, sought the truth, danced with swords, played the piano, read books... They were so comfortable and free.

In the clouds in the sky, several large golden characters in ancient seal script flickered.

Zhenshan Sect!
This is truly a great atmosphere for the human race’s immortal sect!
"Zhenshan Sect..."

"Our sect..."

When True Lord Jianshi and True Man Zishi saw this scene, the scene that countless ancestors had longed for day and night, they almost shed tears. Their eyes were blurred, their hearts were in turmoil, and they felt complicated and indescribable.

The two of them calmed down for a long time, then stepped onto the stairs and walked to the top of the mountain step by step.

Here, a Taoist priest in a blood-red robe looked at them with a smile.

"Greetings to the ancestor!"

True Lord Jianshi and True Lord Zishi fell to their knees, their hearts filled with admiration and dependence.

These may be their last relatives in this world, there will be no more.

"Is the atmosphere of this sect correct?"

Jiang Ding sighed, "Thousands of years ago, when I was with my master and grandmaster, we often imagined what a true human race sect would be like. We often argued about this, and each of us thought that our ideas were what a true human race sect should be like, and we got very angry."

"I don't know if the sect is in this state right now. Are we, the master and the disciples, thinking about the emperor's golden shoulder pole? Will we be laughed at..."

He looked nostalgic.

“Old Ancestor, the Grandmaster will definitely be pleased to see what happened today.”

Master Jianshi's eyes turned slightly red.

"Maybe."

Jiang Ding sighed: "Do you two have any other regrets?"

he asked again.

"No more, ancestor."

True Lord Jianshi and True Lord Zishi whispered.

"Then, let's go."

The Taoist in the blood-red robe nodded, waved his sleeves, and put the two people into his sleeves.

He took one last look at the sect, carefully looking at every tree and blade of grass in the sect, as well as the disciples in the sect who were happily chatting with each other.

He kept these firmly in mind and disappeared in a streak of blood.

……

Over a period of several months, King Xuehe traveled through the various small worlds in the Flame Stone Star Region on a teleportation array. He visited every small world, but finally returned empty-handed.

Finally, he appeared in the magic stone world again and appeared in front of the imperial palace.

"Blood River King."

King Shenshan appeared, his expression was indifferent, and he said: "The patience of the emperor's son is almost exhausted. Please know that there are no more miscellaneous things."

"The patience of the prince and the emperor has its limits."

"I can't let you keep doing what you want."

His words were cold and did not conceal anything.

"Very good."

King Xuehe had a calm expression, tightly grasped the hilt of his sword, and walked into the imperial palace step by step.

No one knew that in his eyes, deep in his soul, a golden color had begun to emerge, pure and sharp, containing a terrifying aura of destruction, breaking the law, annihilating the law, prohibiting the law, and distortion.

That is the Taoist disciple of the Immortal Sect.

He was walking into the palace of the Horned Demon Emperor.

(End of this chapter)