The Heaven-shattering: Starting from Simulating Becoming an Emperor

Chapter 8 The mysterious man behind the scenes

Zhongzhou, the place where the four great dynasties were based, is vast and boundless, with outstanding people and beautiful scenery, and is rich and powerful.

Amidst a spiritual vein that stretches for thousands of miles, the Jiyin Sect is located on a mountain with the richest spiritual energy.

At the top of the fairy mountain, in the most magnificent palace, Zhang Huan sat on a luxurious throne made of gold, silver, jade and stone, gazing indifferently at the clouds.

Dozens of figures below stood respectfully by the side, expressionless, as if their souls had been taken away, mechanically waiting for orders.

This is the lair of the old saint that Zhang Huan met in the Holy City.

The high-ranking members of the Ji Yin Sect below have all had their minds refined and turned into puppets, and their memories have been checked as well.

Thousands of years ago, another Taoist sect was located here, which was also a considerable force within a thousand miles.

After the leader of the Jiyin Sect became a saint, he took a fancy to this place, used his power to oppress others, forcibly occupied this place, destroyed its sect, and founded the Jiyin Sect here.

This has continued ever since, with the Jiyin Sect becoming increasingly powerful, annexing dozens of sects and firmly occupying a thousand miles of land until today.

The identity of the leader has never been revealed to anyone else. He acts in a mysterious manner, constantly plundering resources and taking some away from time to time.

Although the senior leaders had questions, no one dared to speak up. A trace of their soul had already been controlled by the Old Saint, and their life and death were not in their own hands. They could only let the Old Saint do whatever he wanted.

"This Ji Yin Sect has long been controlled by a ruthless lineage, controlled by the old saint, who has plundered its resources for thousands of years."

In the memory of the old saint, Zhang Huan knew that the supplies provided by this force alone were enormous, and the sources of natural treasures were innumerable, thousands of times more than the old saint's wealth.

The ruthless lineage controls countless forces. The old monsters in the Holy City know of three or four of them, and the resources they have plundered are more than massive.

These controlling forces are collectively referred to as branches, and their primary mission is to occupy the mountains and plunder local resources.

With so many resources piled up, it is no surprise that the mysterious Saint King is so powerful. Zhang Huan even suspects that there are more powerful saints in the ruthless lineage.

"I have buried all the useful things on my body on the hills surrounding the ancient forbidden land, so I am not afraid of any accidents."

Zhang Huan muttered to himself. Before coming here, he left everything he had cut out in the Holy City, as well as part of his fortune, to himself, and opened up a relic that only he knew how to open.

Although he had the imperial soldiers as a backup and did not need to worry about his life, he still left some life-saving items for future generations to prevent future troubles.

Zhang Huan sought out the captured ruthless clan in order to get their cooperation in telling him how to conceive a demon fetus and the various secrets of the Immortal Heavenly Art.

If you put yourself in Zhang Huan's shoes, you will find that he would not agree to such a request that touched his bottom line. Naturally, the ruthless people would agree the same way, so a fight was inevitable. Zhang Huan did not expect a peaceful solution.

The magic jar came from a ruthless man. I wonder if the ruthless man has any way to awaken the imperial soldiers and gods. If there is a blood sacrifice or something like that, which provokes the gods to turn against us, the situation will be reversed.

However, it is expected that they do not have such a method. If they did, they would have snatched it away from the big bandits in later generations. How could they allow the other party to show off their power with the ruthless emperor's soldiers?

"coming!"

Zhang Huan's heart moved, and the words on the black ancient token became deeper, emitting a black light and oozing out a trace of demonic energy, forming a few words.

This is the method of communication in the ancient saint's memory. Every time the mysterious person comes, the token will move differently, informing him of the location. The meeting place is different every time.

"He is cautious, and he must be prepared to escape."

Watching the small characters formed by the demonic energy dissipate, Zhang Huan thought for a moment, the other party was so cautious, he must have suffered losses in this regard and was on guard.

The old monster in the Holy City once said something about this.

If we fail to take it down with lightning speed by then, something unexpected might happen.

Zhang Huan transformed into the appearance of an old saint, with a Demon-Swallowing Pot hidden in his sleeve, his eyes flickering.

After passing through thousands of mountains and rivers, a holy light flew through the sky and landed in a peach garden. This place was sparsely populated, with peach trees all over the mountains, flowers in full bloom, and fallen petals everywhere. It was a good place to live in seclusion.

"This senior."

An old man with a withered face limped over, leaning on a cane.

"Are you the one who came to the appointment? A senior asked me to bring you something."

There was no trace of magical power in the old man. He spoke to Zhang Huan in a trembling voice, as if he was a victim caught up in the chaos.

"Oh, it's actually a puppet."

Zhang Huan sneered inwardly, the person behind the scenes was indeed cunning.

With his penetrating eyes, he realized that the old man had long been turned into a puppet, being controlled by someone, and that his frightened look was actually an act. There was a dead silence in his eyes, without a trace of panic.

Taking out a storage bag, Zhang Huan did not act rashly. He used his spiritual sense to search the heaven and earth, trying to find the other party's trace.

"Hey, thank you, senior. Thank you, senior."

The old man quickly bowed and thanked him, then slowly walked down the mountain.

Normally at this time, the old saint's transaction had been completed. In order not to reveal his tracks, Zhang Huan did not stop, but turned into a ray of holy light and disappeared into the sky.

He separated the gods from the Taoist Palace and ordered them to return to the Jiyin Sect. Zhang Huan stood one hundred thousand miles in the sky, observing quietly.

He suspected that the other party was still confirming his whereabouts at this time, otherwise it would be impossible that he had not revealed his true identity. Most likely, he was still on guard.

"It doesn't matter. As long as you keep your eyes on it, you will find an opportunity eventually."

Zhang Huan thought that he had not revealed any flaws, and as long as he kept waiting, the other party would come out sooner or later.

The clone also looked like the old saint, and his realm was suppressed to the level of a saint. The clone was as conspicuous as a big sun, and with the rumbling holy power, he flew back to the palace in a carefree manner.

The old man was still walking with a cane and limping. He looked up in the direction of the Jiyin Sect, opened his storage bag to check it, then suddenly jumped into the air and flew towards the Eastern Wilderness.

"Go after him!"

Upon seeing this, Zhang Huan immediately hid himself and followed him quietly.

After turning and circling continuously for a day and a night, the puppet entered a steep cliff.

Sensing with spiritual sense, it was found that there was indeed a Saint King hidden inside. There were more than ten puppets, all like the old man. The resources in the storage bag were poured into the cave at will, as high as a hill, emitting brilliant colors.

Zhang Huan was astonished to see so many branches in Zhongzhou alone. One must know that Beidou was under the nose of the extreme forces. To be able to develop to this extent, this ruthless lineage was able to rise in the future generations. It was indeed unique.

"That old Taoist priest from Qingniu Temple is getting more and more outrageous. He even dares to ask for the Immortal Heavenly Art because of his contribution. He has such a big appetite, isn't he afraid of being stuffed to death?"

The man in the cave looked middle-aged. He frowned and cursed angrily, feeling very dissatisfied.

"This beast is just a dog that I raised, but now it dares to bite its master. I can't let it stay."

The man sneered, as if he had already thought of how to kill the other person, and murderous intent was evident in his eyes.

Qingniu Temple, Zhang Huan remembered that this was also a major force in Zhongzhou. There was a saint there, who was the Qingniu Taoist mentioned by the man in the cave.

However, I heard that this saint specialized in Taoism and was close to nature. He would have breakthroughs every time he reached a critical moment. His skills were mysterious, but I didn't expect that they were the Heaven-Devouring Magic Skills.

(End of this chapter)