“So, what do you think, Gu Qingfeng? This deal is a steal—all you need to do is cover for the Emperor Corpses as they enter the Emperor’s Path, and in return, you’ll obtain all the Sinful Origin, allowing you to return to your peak!” Old Ghost chuckled slyly.
Gu Qingfeng didn’t respond immediately, lost in thought.
To help or not to help?
According to Old Ghost, assisting him would bring nothing but benefits.
Obtaining the Sinful Origin, overthrowing the Heavenly Dao, and breaking free from all restrictions forever.
And if he refused?
Without helping, he’d miss out on the Sinful Origin and earn the enmity of Old Ghost and the other fallen Emperors.
At first glance, the choice seemed obvious—only a fool wouldn’t take the deal.
But Gu Qingfeng was no opportunistic schemer devoid of righteousness.
Heaven nourishes all living things, yet man offers nothing in return.
To destroy the heavens for mere petty gains—what difference was there between that and being heartless and unjust?
But if it wasn’t for personal gain, but for family… then it was worth considering.
After all, nothing mattered more than family!
So the most crucial question now was whether these Emperor Corpses were his long-lost kin. If they were, even if it meant defying the world, he would stand by them.
Help them regain their strength, reclaim what was rightfully theirs.
Gu Qingfeng was that kind of man—one who prioritized family above all else. No grand principles could sway him; he stood by blood, not reason.
His greatest wish was for his family to thrive and grow stronger. Nothing else mattered.
Thus, he decided to test their kinship—figuratively speaking, of course.
Deliberately, Gu Qingfeng said, “No wonder you stopped me from devouring Qilin Child’s Solar Immortal Physique back then!”
He emphasized the words “Qilin Child” and “Solar Immortal Physique,” hoping to provoke a reaction from one of the Emperor Corpses.
“So you were saving it for that old bastard Emperor Qilin, letting him devour it in the Emperor’s Path to restore his strength. Tsk tsk, devouring one’s own child—most people wouldn’t dare. Only beasts like—”
“Ah, heavens! My Emperor Gu!” Old Ghost yelped, rushing to cut him off.
“Please, hold your tongue! Emperor Qilin is buried right here in the Burial Grounds!”
Gu Qingfeng smirked inwardly. If Emperor Qilin weren’t here, he wouldn’t have bothered.
Was he the kind of man to talk behind others’ backs?
No, that was the act of a petty man. He preferred to speak his mind to their faces.
“Oh? So what if that old beast is buried here? If he dares to do it, he should dare to face the consequences! Even a tiger wouldn’t eat its own cubs, yet he, a divine beast of auspicious legend, would devour his own—”
BOOM!
Before Gu Qingfeng could finish, an earth-shaking killing intent erupted from a tomb hundreds of thousands of miles away!
The murderous aura was so dense it felt like countless icy blades scraping against the skin, raising every hair on one’s body.
Gu Qingfeng grinned. When it came to drawing hatred, he was a professional.
Back before his transmigration, he’d earned the title—Ancestor of Toxicity!
Seeing Emperor Qilin’s fury, Old Ghost hurriedly tried to mediate, fearing internal strife.
But Gu Qingfeng, noticing that Emperor Qilin only unleashed his killing intent without emerging to apologize for his actions, grew even angrier.
Without hesitation, he summoned his mount, Qilin Child, from his palm-world.
Then, pointing at Emperor Qilin’s tomb, he roared, “You old beast, who the hell do you think you’re glaring at? Just because you’re dead, you think the world owes you respect?
Dare to challenge me?
I’ll devour your Solar Immortal Physique first, then dig up your grave and scatter your ashes to the winds!”
As he cursed, he began extracting the Solar Immortal Physique’s essence from Qilin Child.
Old Ghost was stunned.
He knew Gu Qingfeng had a notorious reputation in the outside world—a tyrant who committed every sin imaginable. But he never expected Gu Qingfeng to bring his villainous antics into the Burial Grounds.
The Burial Grounds housed fallen Emperors!
These were beings who had once ruled the heavens, now resting peacefully in their tombs. And yet, somehow, Gu Qingfeng had managed to provoke a conflict?
And his temper! Emperor Qilin hadn’t even spoken, yet Gu Qingfeng was already threatening to devour his physique, desecrate his grave, and scatter his ashes?
“Emperor Gu, please, hold back! We’re all allies here—let’s not let minor grievances ruin our unity,” Old Ghost pleaded.
“Minor grievances? That Emperor Qilin clearly looks down on me as a newcomer! This insult cannot go unanswered. I swear I’ll have my vengeance!”
Old Ghost was at a loss.
“Emperor Gu, let’s be reasonable here. You were the one who insulted him first, then threatened to steal his physique and desecrate his tomb. If anyone should seek vengeance, it’s Emperor Qilin. What grudge do you have?”
“Hmph!”
Gu Qingfeng responded shamelessly, as if his logic were unassailable.
Even Old Ghost felt his blood boiling at that single syllable.
But before he could vent his frustration, his expression twisted in horror—Gu Qingfeng had actually acted.
With a firm grip on Qilin Child’s head, Gu Qingfeng forcibly extracted the Solar Immortal Physique’s essence.
Qilin Child, long under his control, offered no resistance.
Once extracted, Gu Qingfeng immediately activated his Immortal-Demon Refining Art to devour it.
“STOP!”
Two thunderous roars shook the Burial Grounds.
One came from Old Ghost, the other—Emperor Qilin.
Emperor Qilin could no longer remain idle. The Solar Immortal Physique was crucial to his revival. Though emerging prematurely would damage his foundation, he had no choice.
With a deafening explosion, his tomb shattered, revealing his colossal true form—a towering, divine beast of myth.
Emperor Qilin charged at Gu Qingfeng.
Old Ghost also acted. “Time—Stand Still!”
A single finger pointed, and the flow of time around Gu Qingfeng froze.
Gu Qingfeng felt as though he were trapped in quicksand, his movements sluggish, his speed halved—but not completely immobilized.
Old Ghost’s eyes widened in shock. “The Chaos Physique—already at Minor Completion?! How?!”
He knew Gu Qingfeng had been collecting various physiques, but he also understood how difficult it was to cultivate the Chaos Physique.
After all, the Immortal-Demon Refining Art had been co-created by him and the Hundred Refinements Emperor.
Even with mass plundering of physiques, achieving Minor Completion in such a short time should have been impossible.
What Old Ghost didn’t know was that Gu Qingfeng’s rapid progress wasn’t solely due to stolen physiques.
Millions of demonic and monstrous “comrades” had contributed their power, all converted into nourishment for the Chaos Physique by his system.
At Major Completion, the Chaos Physique could outright negate Old Ghost’s time manipulation.
At Minor Completion, while it couldn’t fully resist, it significantly weakened the effect.
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