The Star River Era! The Dimensional Freedom Demon

On the shore of the South China Sea, atop a cliff.

Before Ji Yuanxu could sense those three auras, he decisively severed this special communication with the energy of heaven and earth.

As a hidden trump card, it's not time for him to reveal it yet.

His current strength doesn't allow him to reveal himself.

When he truly stepped onto the grand stage of this anti-Qing world, it was a day of earth-shattering change and decisive victory.

Perhaps it will be difficult for him to catch up with those three in terms of spiritual cultivation in a short period of time.

But he also has a huge advantage.

The Federation, whose power can shake the universe, has the superhuman knowledge accumulated over thousands of years as its backing.

You have the skills, I have the numbers.

The left punch deals high damage, and the right punch deals high damage.

Ji Yuanxu lowered his eyes and continued to hone his foundation.

. . . . . .

Guangling City.

No sooner had Ji Chen seen Zhang Jichang off than Ming Zun arrived, drawn by the scent.

Facing a Grandmaster, Ji Chen's elite troops were truly just decorations. Before they could even issue a warning or ask for instructions, the Underworld Lord sat down opposite Ji Chen like a cold, gloomy wind.

The Underworld Lord remained silent, simply staring intently at Ji Chen.

Several days have passed, but Ji Chen hasn't given any definite news.

If he still can't sense that something is wrong, then he's not the Lord of the Underworld.

"It seems Commander Ji has no intention of joining my sect. Although I don't know why Commander Ji insists on seeking such a difficult path, I still want to offer him one last piece of advice..."

The Underworld Lord's eyes were sharp, and shadows gradually spread from behind him, enveloping the entire mansion. His spirit interfered with matter, and the fountain and rockery in the courtyard frosted over, causing the lips of his servants and maids to turn blue from the cold.

"In the future, if you seize control of Bingzhou or declare yourself king of Lingnan, that's fine. But if you dare to harbor any improper thoughts, you'll only face death!"

Ji Chen remained fearless, and a vibrant red light emanated from behind him, dispelling the shadows and restoring warmth to the courtyard. The temperature continued to rise, and the servants in the mansion were so hot that their clothes and hair stuck together.

The strange sight horrified everyone. Zhang Shunwu tried to rush into the reception room, but was blasted out by the increasingly intense mental pressure inside. Then, his vision went black and he fainted.

However, as more and more soldiers gathered here, the mental pressure was dispersed, and the influence of the two powerful figures' mental domains gradually weakened, but it still caused many people to turn pale, tremble, and kneel on the ground.

Some people even defecated and urinated on the spot, filling the courtyard with a 'fragrant' smell.

As Ji Chen and Ming Zun Teng stood up, the floor and tea chairs were torn apart by the gust of wind.

Ji Chen flipped his palm and pushed it flat, while the Underworld Lord clenched his fist.

The two moved slowly, but in reality, they were faster than lightning, their palm winds and fist energies colliding fiercely!

boom--!

An overwhelming force suddenly erupted, and the century-old cedar building was as if it had been cleaved by an invisible giant blade. A loud sound like tearing silk came from the point where the two clashed, and it was neatly torn in two!

Amidst the flying sawdust, the ground exploded, sending up plumes of dust and debris. A chasm suddenly split open, like the Chu-Han border, separating the two.

The dust and sawdust had no effect on the two of them; they were separated by an invisible force before they could even touch them.

Ji Chen spoke, his voice booming like a bell, and his powerful voice reassured his subordinates who were gathered around.

"Your sect should worry about itself first. If I remember correctly, the Heavenly Principle Sect doesn't even have a single prefecture-level city in the north!"

"Haste makes waste. Your sect's strongest region, the North, has yet to yield any results. Why covet the Jiangnan region, which is still far from being established?"

Ji Chen still didn't want to confront the Heavenly Principles Sect immediately.

Even a mere Netherworld Lord is this difficult to deal with. After one punch, his boiling blood and qi cooled down and became inactive, making it much more difficult for him to stretch his body.

This shows that even if his physical body is invincible, there are still powerful beings in this world who can restrict his movements and control and restrain this "tank".

If the Underworld Lord is like this, then Lin Chaosheng, who comes from the same sect as him, will only be stronger.

The Underworld Lord placed his trembling, numb left hand behind his back, his expression as cold as before.

"Commander Ji need not worry about that. The sect leader was recuperating from his injuries, which brought stability to Qingting. The northern provinces can be pacified within a few months!"

"As for the South, hmph..."

The Underworld Lord spoke with disdain, as if this vast land was nothing more than a possession of the Heavenly Principle Sect.

Ji Chen didn't know whether the Underworld Lord was truly confident or if it was just his blind admiration for the cult leader.

This guy has been acting like a complete fanatic of Lin Chaosheng for the past few days, and this confidence really makes him uneasy.

After the two exchanged tentative blows, the Underworld Lord became less aggressive than before.

Although he was still cold and sarcastic, and when he glanced at Ji Chen, he looked like someone who had defected to the Nationalist army in 45, at least he was now more receptive to what he was saying.

Therefore, Ji Chen sincerely said:

"I have never had the idea of ​​becoming an emperor. If your esteemed leader has such an idea and ability, then please do so as you see fit."

"My goal is nothing more than to become a local overlord who effectively controls a state."

Yes, like the emperor of the Western Zhou Dynasty, a local hegemon who effectively controlled a province.

In spiritual communication, whether a person's words are sincere or not will be reflected in their own words, and cannot be hidden from the perception of a master.

The Underworld Lord could hear and sense that Ji Chen's words came entirely from his heart.

So, amidst his suspicion, a hint of delight crept in. "Really?"

"really!"

Ji Chen spoke with conviction and conviction.

His goal is to increase the interference of the Heavenly Demons and change the world. What's so fun about being an emperor?

He has decided that after sending the Underworld Lord away this time, he will begin to act against the tide of history, lavishly bestow titles upon meritorious officials, suppress Confucianism, promote Legalism, and destroy clans.

Such a regressive behavior suggests that only someone who's lost their mind wouldn't consider him a rival for the throne.

It just so happens that the Liu family of Baiyang Sect still owes him a life, so it's a good opportunity to make enemies everywhere.

He couldn't believe that even in his current state, Lin Chaosheng, the most outstanding person in the world, would still be watching him.

The Lord of the Underworld has left.

Although the trip did not yield a satisfactory answer, the result was still passable.

The result is generally satisfactory, and the leader should be able to accept it.

Ji Chen escorted him all the way to the outskirts of the city, where he stood with Zhang Jichang and watched from afar.

"I wonder how the Underworld Lord returned to the North. Those dozen or so Grandmasters here wouldn't..."

As Zhang Jichang was speaking, he suddenly opened his mouth wide, as if he had seen something extremely surprising.

Ji Chen's expression also changed.

Just as the Underworld Lord stepped out of the Guangling City and arrived at Poyang Lake, disappearing into the Yangtze River, the grandmasters of the Northern Qing Court all made their move, creating a series of spiritual images in the spiritual world, which then crushed down.

The masters on the southern "rebel" side, including Ji Chen, all showed slight changes in expression before remaining on the sidelines to observe.

At this stage, it's a foregone conclusion that the South has broken away from Qingting. As long as they aren't absolutely on their side, they can all be seen as rivals vying for the throne.

The Lord of the Underworld's hair danced wildly, veins bulged on his forehead, and his waist made a cracking sound as it suddenly bent over under the strain.

However, the next moment, a hoarse but manic laugh burst from his throat, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and inch by inch, he straightened his hunched back as straight as a spear!

Then... ...

"Master, save me!"