The Heaven-shattering: Starting from Simulating Becoming an Emperor

Chapter 17: The Underworld
The generous conditions offered are just bait. The purpose of the underworld is deeper. They want to take the opportunity to refine all foreign cultivators.

I just don't know if it is related to the fight for the Demon Flower.

Zhang Huan thought of a lot of things at once. He felt that he was only one step away from connecting all the events together and getting the complete truth.

The Prison Emperor was originally a certain Heavenly Lord from the mythological era. He once participated in the siege of the Emperor with the Dark Emperor's ultimate magical weapon and survived.

No one knows his background, and he didn't even leave a title. His identity is mysterious and strange. He later fell into the underworld and became the ruler of the evil land together with several self-destructive supreme beings.

The owner of this small magic box actually followed such a mysterious royal figure.

Zhang Huan asked it many questions. Although he was unable to learn the secrets between the imperial figures, he gained a deeper understanding of the underworld.

The rulers of the underworld are divided into three lineages, all of which are related to imperial figures. Their ancestors entered the underworld with the Supreme in the distant past and received this honor.

They have only one duty, to be the Supreme's domestic slaves, manage things on His behalf, and hold power, so their status is unshakable.

The owner of the demon box was from the lineage of the Prison Emperor, and had offspring who shared the worries of the Supreme Being and gained countless power and generous rewards.

According to the Demon Box, although there are three veins of rulers of the underworld, their numbers are sparse, fluctuating between several hundred people. They usually live in the core deep in the underworld and are rarely known to outsiders.

Different from the evil soldiers and generals below, these people are real "royal relatives" with close internal contacts and will never be treated as an endless supply of consumables.

"It seems that this time we dug a very important tomb."

Zhang Huan didn't expect that he would be so lucky the first time he did something big and dug up the tomb of a former senior executive of the underworld.

This quasi-imperial weapon did not lie and indeed knew a lot, and many aspects of it matched Zhang Huan's impression.

Fortunately, this maverick buried himself in a remote corner. If he had accidentally entered the depths of the evil land, he would probably not be able to speak as easily as he does now.

"Although I have refined you, I still want to remind you that if I find you disloyal, I will never let you off easily."

Zhang Huan warned the demon box in a cold voice. Although the other party was extremely cooperative and exchanged various useful information with him, Zhang Huan temporarily gave up the idea of ​​destroying it.

But it is still necessary to beat it. The object has a spirit and has the same thoughts as humans. Zhang Huan refined it forcefully. Although the god temporarily surrendered, there is no guarantee that he would secretly not work hard and cause trouble in the future.

In order to prevent any trouble, it is best to let it recognize the situation now. If it does not want to die, it has no choice but to take the initiative to work hard and suffer less.

"Master, you will be my master from now on."

"I have no attachment to the dead man. I wanted to find another wise leader when he used me as a teapot. Now that I have met you, I will definitely follow your lead and obey your orders."

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The little demon box then began to show its courtesy without any shame, and kept flattering Zhang Huan, almost praising him to the sky.

Unable to bear the chattering of this quasi-imperial weapon, Zhang Huan interrupted it.

"You said before that you could take away the stone wall. Is this really possible?"

"Of course, Master. I was watching when the dead ghost was carving it. I know exactly what each divine pattern is used for."

Ignoring the name of the demon box, Zhang Huan brought it to the stone wall, asked it to remove the restriction on the spot, and took away the rare treasure.

Zhang Huan himself left the mountain range and watched its every move with his divine sense from a distance. If there was anything unusual, Zhang Huan would immediately control the demon box to stop and control the mind of the god. This stone wall was also a treasure, otherwise it would not have been able to withstand the Quasi-Emperor's imprint and stand for countless years without changing its color.

Seeing the magic box pulling out the divine patterns, Zhang Huan stared at the restriction and felt the sense of crisis in his heart suddenly lessened. He immediately felt relieved that there was indeed a way to unlock the magic box.

The stone wall gradually loosened, and soon it rose from the ground and fell into the demon box.

"Master, look, what I said is correct."

The demon box turned into a stream of light and flew over, falling into Zhang Huan's hands, who continued to take credit with his divine thoughts.

Zhang Huan didn't bother with it. He took out the stone wall and stuffed it into the Heaven-Devouring Demon Pot.

The demon box trembled, feeling that Zhang Huan was biased since it was clearly his own achievement. But after taking one look at the emperor's soldiers, he silently obeyed his heart.

Suddenly, Zhang Huan frowned and looked into the distance. He sensed some unusual movement in the mansion.

After putting away the demon box, Zhang Huan looked serious. He used his spiritual sense to connect to the restrictions in the mansion and actually saw a long-lost underworld general.

The other party called out many times without success. Perhaps he knew that Zhang Huan was not there, so he shook his head silently, threw an imperial edict into the formation, and turned to leave.

Closing his eyes and concentrating, Zhang Huan sensed that there was a date written on it, indicating that by the deadline, Zhang Huan should respond to the call from the underworld and go to the main hall to meet up. He must be ready soon and rush to the battlefield where the Great Sage Kun was.

Is the underworld so short of people now? Zhang Huan wondered. He didn't know much before and thought that the underworld might really be empty in this world and needed someone to support it, but now he just felt that there was a conspiracy in his heart.

"According to the time, there are still more than 20 years to the 50-year deadline."

Zhang Huan has the protection of a new fifty-year term of employment, so he does not have to work for the underworld for the time being. However, the Great Sage Kun had been recruited some time ago, and his life or death is unknown.

In this situation, I also heard from the Demon Box that the underworld will refine all the summoned forces into war slaves. Combining the two, it is difficult to do so on the battlefield. Could it be after the war?
If that were the case, Zhang Huan would have run away long ago and there would be no need to worry about this problem.

But aren't they worried about the losses of the outer saints on the battlefield? According to Great Sage Kun, several great saints died on that battlefield.

After all the careful planning, in the end we only got a few surviving war slaves and couldn't even get back the money we spent. Was it worth it?

Zhang Huan felt that there was a more crucial plan involved, and since it concerned his own life, he did not dare to be careless.

"Little Demon Box, don't you know where the other people's graves are? Lead the way."

Unable to make sense of his thoughts, Zhang Huan suppressed them between breaths. He knew very well that improving his strength was the most important thing. No matter what tricks the underworld had, strong strength was absolutely indispensable if he wanted to escape.

In order to quickly form a demon fetus, you have already fallen into the trap of the underworld. There is no point in worrying now. The best way is to continue to devour the origin and wait for the right opportunity to escape in one fell swoop.

The underworld has been wandering in the starry skies since ancient times, searching for the corpses of gods, so for Zhang Huan, the ground is full of treasures.

If he devours for another twenty years, his Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art might be able to achieve perfection.

Following the direction given by the demon box, Zhang Huan flew through the air and saw another ancient tomb. This time the danger was much smaller, and Zhang Huan quickly found the tomb.

The corpse lying in the coffin was wearing ancient clothing similar to that of the previous owner of the demon box.

(End of this chapter)