Under One Person, Reviving the Trinity Sect

The migration of the Sunset King's court caused great waves in the fairyland. The struggle between humans and demons that lasted for more than 10,000 years ushered in a phased change.

On the surface, the human race has won the right to rule the vast ruins from now on, but in fact, the leaders of the Imperial Dynasty, the Sword Sect, the Immortals, and the Human King Clan know very well that a more terrifying storm is brewing.

One hundred and ninety-three thousand years of the Immortal Realm calendar, June, the Imperial Palace.

Emperor Wu, the Imperial Master, the three great emperors, emperors of all dynasties, civil and military officials, all the people present had heavy hearts and sad looks on their faces.

The ministers were silent, each thinking about their own things. Emperor Wu on the dragon throne also said nothing, but he suppressed his anger and his eyes were terrifyingly restrained.

"Now, the demons are terrified and have already migrated across the starry sky. The demon king has even entered the Burial Plateau, one of the forbidden areas for life. They have now managed to escape from the vortex of the three parties."

“The troubles we need to face are even bigger.”

A civil official sighed bitterly. Seeing the Blood Moon Divine Dynasty ahead, he thought of the people in the territory and his will was as strong as steel. He slowly stood up, breaking the silence in the court and took the initiative to offer advice:
"Your Majesty, the Burial Plateau is extremely evil and is beyond our ability to explore, so we cannot find the Sunset Demon Emperor."

"The Sea of ​​Evil Souls is located under the abyss of who knows how many thousands of miles. It is sealed by countless means of sages. It is not something we can break through and take a peek at. The living Demon Lord is even more terrifying, and we cannot pursue him."

"I suggest that the whole country be relocated to a distant starry sky, and this fairyland should be abandoned."

As soon as the words came out, a divine general fiercely rebuked: "Hu Tu, you stinking scholar, do you know that relocating the whole country may cause the fortune of the empire to collapse overnight?"

"Besides, why do you think it's safe to stay far away in the starry sky?"

The divine general's eyes were like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath. He stared at the civil servant opposite him and said coldly:
"We have the secular intelligence of Tianyuan. The Demon Lord is a vindictive person. Whether we flee or not, our fate has already been determined. We cannot avoid a war with him."

"If that's the case, it's easy to deal with. Let the people of the imperial dynasty move west to Guyan County, and we will stay in other counties and states to fight a desperate battle with the Demon Lord."

A general seemed to have investigated Jiang Mo's life. He looked at his colleagues with confidence and said:

"The Demon Lord is not an unforgivable person. He has a bottom line in his actions. In the world where he grew up, he was particularly compassionate to mortals and never coerced or killed ordinary people who had nothing to do with him."

"As long as we let our people migrate westward and avoid contact with him, I don't think he will kill us all."

"Humph, you have a wonderful thought. Have you forgotten the source of the disease around him? Do you think that kind of ultimate creature that is inherently evil and brutal will let us humans go?"

On the suspended stone throne to the upper left of Emperor Wu, there was an old man who was as thin as a corpse. He sneered and rejected the proposal of the divine general.

He is King Qianchen Wu, the direct elder of King Xuanfeng. He has been sleeping in the forbidden blood coffin in the clan for more than 700 years. He should have continued to sleep, but because the empire was about to be destroyed, he had to wake up to lend a helping hand.

However, the condition of this Martial King was also very bad. His chest was so thin that there was not much flesh and bones left, and there was a hideous wound on it, which was caused by the battle with the seven kings under the throne of the Sunset Demon Emperor. The wound was difficult to heal.

King Qianchen Wu's words struck the hearts of the ministers. Now the imperial dynasty needs to face three major threats: the Demon Lord, the root of the epidemic, and the Demon King. No matter which one it is, the imperial dynasty cannot handle it alone at this stage.

The most terrible thing is that with the recent seclusion of the Human King family and the battle at Sunset Ruins, the alliance between the Imperial Dynasty, the Sword Sect and the eight great bloodlines is showing signs of collapse.

The Nine Palaces Lord of the Immortal Ancient Tree Clan was the most seriously injured in that battle. He was unilaterally beaten and killed dozens of times by the Sunset Demon Emperor, and even suffered psychological trauma.

Although it did not die in the battle, it took its entire race and the secret realm where they lived and took root, and hid in the Sky Tree, one of the ancient mythical places, overnight after the war, using the natural barrier to resist the powerful enemy.

The two major races, the Three Evil Crows and the Space-Eating Insects, are also plotting to escape, fearing that they will be liquidated.

At the moment, the Undead Ruins, the Human King Clan, the Fighting Saint Ape Clan, the Taichu Refining Sun Phoenix, the Void Sword Sect, and the Daye Dynasty are in a dilemma and have not made any further decisions.

The atmosphere in the court gradually became tense. Everyone's breathing was unusually heavy, and their nerves were as tense as a sensitive string.

Emperor Wu was unable to make a choice for a moment, feeling extremely melancholy and powerless.

Even his master, the national teacher who was a master of martial arts, was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot when facing the Demon Lord Tianyuan. What's more, with his cultivation level not even reaching the threshold of being a martial god, nothing he did could affect the overall situation.

Thinking of this, Emperor Wu subconsciously glanced at the Imperial Master. The old man's face was pale, and the blood in his body was shaking. He had not yet recovered from the serious injury.

Moreover, with the division of the empire and the fall of the Blood Moon Dynasty, the lost luck further weakened the luck cultivation of the National Master during the Daye Dynasty. He could have stepped firmly into the late stage of the Martial God, but now he can barely reach the middle stage.

Just when Emperor Wu was distracted by complicated thoughts, a cautious and tentative voice sounded in the hall.

"Your Majesty, I have something to say, but I don't know if I should say it."

"explain."

Emperor Wu discovered that the person speaking was the divine general Wu Qian, and motioned for him to continue.

"Yes."

"I hope Your Majesty will forgive me for my rudeness."

Wu Qian gathered his thoughts, and under the gaze of many kings and ministers, he blurted out:

"Back in Tianyuan, the Demon Lord once told me that according to the territorial ownership of the Daye Dynasty, Tianyuan where he was was also a part of the Dynasty. According to the inheritance and legal system of the Dynasty, he was also qualified to compete for the throne. He asked me at that time, if he executed all the officials of the Dynasty, including Your Majesty, and the royal family, should I recognize him as the new 'Your Majesty' or not?"

"!!!"

Wu Qian's voice, neither loud nor soft, was like a stone that caused a thousand waves. All the kings and ministers were horrified when they heard it.

Did the Demon Lord actually have the idea of ​​replacing them?
"So how did you respond to him?"

King Cangyu's eyes were somewhat sharp and cold. He immediately suspected that Wu Qian might have secretly rebelled like the two saints of the Void Sword Sect.

At that moment, not only he, but also other civil servants and military officers cast meaningful looks at him.

Wu Qian only felt that those gazes were mixed with inexplicable malice, and this battlefield without the smoke of gunpowder gave him the illusion of walking on thin ice.

He looked at Emperor Wu and said with the same expression:

"The man didn't give me a chance to continue, he just said something casually and then said he wasn't interested in the throne."

"However, I remain loyal to Your Majesty and the Imperial Dynasty."

"If you want to save the lives of the people of the imperial dynasty, I think it is okay to submit to him."

The further he spoke, the calmer Wu Qian's voice became. It was not so much that he was calm, but rather that he had smelled danger and had become nervous, not daring to make any mistakes.

His words might disturb the morale of the army, but for the sake of the hundreds of millions of people in the empire, he felt that it was necessary to speak out at this moment even at the cost of his own life, and persuade Emperor Wu to submit to the Demon Lord.

"How dare you, a junior, spread rumors and mislead the public."

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out in the hall like thunder. A king from the old times who was sitting on a high seat cast an angry look, and suddenly the majestic martial arts energy raged.

"Crack!!!"

“Bang!” Wu Qian’s pupils shrank suddenly. In an instant, an unimaginable pressure struck him from above his shoulders, and without giving him any chance to counterattack, it instantly penetrated his whole body, causing horrific damage to his internal organs.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood rushed up to his throat, and Wu Qian's constricted pupils suddenly relaxed. He fell powerlessly to his knees in the magnificent hall, as if his spine had been pulled out.

Due to the lack of defense and the gap in realm, the king of the old era attacked Wu Qian in anger, causing severe damage, and his organs and bones were shattered into sticky powder.

He looked like he had been tortured from the inside out. Blood was oozing from every pore on his body and his breathing was intermittent and very weak.

This horrifying scene frightened many civil and military officials. The person who took action was Lingyu Wu Wang, who was the most irritable martial king in the old times.

The Imperial Master remained silent about this and just watched quietly. His expression was like a deep, cold pond, making it impossible for others to tell whether he was happy or angry.

Emperor Wu looked at Wu Qian, who was bleeding and barely breathing, and his hands unconsciously clenched slightly in the sleeves of his imperial robe. His long-term forbearance was almost on the verge of exploding.

Throughout the court, various kings fought with him openly or secretly, no matter they were old or young, from officials to generals, everyone feared the imperial teacher but not himself.

His power and status were completely hollowed out, and even King Lingyu Wu, an old man with one foot halfway into the coffin, didn't give him any face.

Just as Emperor Wu was about to say something, the dying Wu Qian took a deep breath, used all his strength to move his Adam's apple, and said:
“The world belongs to everyone in the world.”

"Since there is a legal system and there is a disaster, why sacrifice the common people?"

Even though his life was hanging by a thread, Wu Qian still did not change his position. He stubbornly believed that if Emperor Wu led the imperial court to submit to Jiang Mo at this time, the casualties would be reduced to a minimum.

This rebellious act once again aroused the murderous intent of King Lingyu Wu.

"Then you can rest in peace with your foolish thoughts."

"boom!!"

"Boom!!!"

The next moment, two completely different streams of martial arts energy attacked Wu Qian, and Ling Yu Wu Wang's attack was blocked by Emperor Wu.

"enough."

"Are you going to cause me trouble?"

Emperor Wu glanced at the old man not far away from him, and spoke indifferently and majestically, easily suppressing the other person.

"Your Majesty." King Ling Yuwu's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he was about to explain.

"Shut up."

Emperor Wu stared at the old man with a calm gaze, and a long-suppressed, terrifyingly strong desire to win emerged in his eyes, as if to say, "How dare you, a king of the old times, defy the only master of the imperial dynasty's legal system?"

It couldn’t be done in the past.

Not now.

Of course not in the future.

After King Lingyu Wu roughly understood the meaning of Emperor Wu's eyes, he realized that Emperor Wu was serious and tactfully stopped talking.

"Someone is coming."

"Take him away and detain him on the seventeenth floor of the Eternal Darkness Prison. Without my order, no one may plead for him."

Immediately afterwards, Emperor Wu announced another holy decree, and other divine generals immediately took action, walked towards Wu Qian, helped him up, and dragged him out of the hall.

"Thank you, Your Majesty"

Wu Qian smiled bitterly, feeling that it was a bit ironic.

The irony is not that His Majesty wants to kill him, but that in order to protect him, he can only detain him on the seventeenth floor of the Heavenly Prison, a very special place where a large number of weak demons from outer space are imprisoned. However, they are extremely weak and are no different from mortals.

In addition, the deepest part of the Heavenly Prison, the twenty-second to the seventeenth floors, is also the core hinterland with the most powerful restrictions in the entire empire, and only very few people can enter.

I really don't know since when did Your Majesty also need to act according to other people's moods.
In less than a few breaths, Wu Qian was taken away, and the kings and ministers continued to discuss how to fight against the threats of the Demon King, Jiang Mo, and the root of the epidemic. Unfortunately, there was no progress after several hours of discussion.

From then on, the empire entered a long period of alert, and those top warriors were preparing for how to wage a perfect war.

March of the 1,931st year of the Immortal Realm calendar.

Late one night, a few inconspicuous meteors suddenly streaked across the sky and disappeared in a flash. The clues they left behind frightened the Supreme Taoist Lord and the Ruler of the Nine Palaces who were watching from all over the place.

They all relied on divination, stargazing, or unknown means, and obtained the same result: less than a year later, the traces of the Demon Lord reappeared.

For a moment, everyone was in danger, and no one dared to take the initiative to propose a pursuit, so the matter ended in nothing.

That night, Jiang Mo rode a cloud of Qi and carried the Feixian Master, the old antiques of the three tribes, and the source of the epidemic to the northernmost place of the empire, Feixian County.

Above the Qi cloud, strong winds were whistling, blowing Jiang Mo's short white hair into the air. As he was about to reach his destination, he curiously transmitted his message secretly and talked to the Feixian Yuzhu.

"Senior, how sure are you? Have you sensed the existence of that thing?"

"Guarantee? It's hard to say. After all, my cultivation of the body of faith lacks some spiritual power. I can awaken the master's body of faith, but it's hard to say whether I can control it. After all, it's not the body of faith that I condensed myself, so there is a possibility of rejection. I hope everything goes well."

Feixian Yuzhu spoke very optimistically, without any restraint on his face. It seemed that for him, being in a place where his master's faith was stationed was almost like going home.

At the same time, because the master's body of faith was too far away, it was difficult for Feixian Yuzhu to clearly determine the location of the body of faith.

As we got closer to Feixian County, that elusive and thrilling feeling became stronger and stronger.

After just a few encounters, Feixian Yuzhu was convinced that his master's faith body was definitely the strongest in history, far beyond the comparison between himself and the old predecessors in the sect.

Even the Feixian Sect, which has been harvesting the faith of the mortal world in Tianyuan for more than 5,000 years, is still slightly unknown to the Feixian Sect itself.

The strength is enough, but the Feixian Master has other concerns. Four thousand years and almost five thousand years have passed. Has the body of faith left by the master undergone any changes?
Jiang Mo had reminded him once before to be on guard.

However, even if the body of faith changes its mind, it may just be some trouble.

As a cultivator who has reached the half-step Taixu realm, he has an innate magical weapon in his body and has been baptized by the origin of chaos. He feels that his cultivation is slightly better than that of the Taoist Feixian at his peak.

He can probably control that body of faith. (End of this chapter)