Hua Wuyan’s words made everyone realize that the Blood Moon Organization was actually a bully who only dared to pick on the weak.
Thirty thousand years ago, when the Emperor’s Hall still existed, the Blood Moon Organization basically remained in hiding.
They hadn’t disappeared; they just acted very covertly, never daring to make a move openly in front of the Emperor’s Hall.
After the war between the Human race and the Demon race, the Emperor’s Hall collapsed, and the strength of the Human race plummeted to its lowest point.
It was at this very moment that the Blood Moon experienced a clear period of rise.
Records about them began to increase.
But unfortunately, the Human race possessed incredible resilience.
After the strong were wiped out, new powerful figures emerged in a short time, among whom the representative was the first generation Protector, Shen Yang.
Moreover, Shen Yang was a great scholar.
He didn’t start studying the Eighteen Paths only after his death.
He had already mastered the Eighteen Paths while alive!
Using the remaining resources of the Emperor’s Hall, Shen Yang armed the weak with the Eighteen Paths, allowing many talents to survive the Blood Moon’s assassinations.
This was why the Human race wasn’t wiped out completely at their weakest moment.
Of course, the Blood Moon’s goal wasn’t to exterminate the Human race; they seemed only to want to curb the number of top geniuses among humans.
At this moment, the Protectors of all generations, except for God Xiaoyao, were gathered here.
They exchanged glances and suddenly realized:
Thirty thousand years — wasn’t that far too long?
Since the fall of the Emperor’s Hall until now, the Human race had spent thirty thousand years and still hadn’t recovered even a tenth of their peak strength. Wasn’t that too slow?
Chen Yi felt this most deeply.
In the fifth simulation, after the Dragon race war ended, within just a few decades, the Human world saw an explosive emergence of Martial Kings.
But in reality, thirty thousand years had not reached the level seen in the late stage of the fifth simulation.
It was easy to infer:
Chen Yi in the fifth simulation was just too formidable.
Not only in combat power but also in reputation and deterrence, he was absurdly strong—enough to scare the Blood Moon.
Especially since the Blood Moon knew that Chen Yi had been investigating them and probably knew Chen Yi had a way to elevate his realm, gaining world-level authority beyond even the Protectors.
So they dared not make any move, fearing Chen Yi would uproot them completely.
This allowed many human talents to grow.
The more strong individuals there were, the more strong individuals would appear.
This is not an empty saying.
If someone never encounters peers of similar strength in the same era, the difficulty of improvement increases exponentially.
Now, everyone understood.
The true culprit behind everything was the Blood Moon Organization!
Assuming many of the strange incidents that happened in the Human world were caused by the Blood Moon made everything instantly more plausible.
Li Wentian’s voice also carried a murderous intent.
“My Crown Prince, Li Biao, was talented in both literature and martial arts, even more gifted and qualified than me, yet he died young under mysterious circumstances! Could this also be part of your plan to suppress human prodigies?”
Yi Chengsheng pointed at Li Wentian.
“You, Li! Stop spewing baseless accusations! If you want to fight for the path to immortality, then just do it! Don’t go slandering us from the Ancient Upper Realms!”
Chen Yi shouted loudly.
“That’s right! We’re here today to fight for the path to immortality! But I absolutely can’t stand those who are two-faced! Want to know if the Blood Moon Organization is connected to you? Isn’t that simple?”
Chen Yi took out the Wan Hun Golden Banner, which had already ascended to a Super Immortal artifact.
“A gathering of ten thousand ghosts! Search everywhere! There has to be something related to the Blood Moon organization in this secret realm! The Blood Moon’s masks! Intelligence from the outside world! The list of prodigies! We must find at least one of these!”
The countless demon souls unleashed by Chen Yi hadn’t even had time to disperse before five city lords at the Martial God Realm ruthlessly crushed them.
At this moment, the air around seemed to freeze.
Silence fell over the scene.
All 120,000 human realm warriors present couldn’t help but draw a sharp breath.
None of them were fools.
Yi Chengsheng and the others’ actions were tantamount to admitting they were the Blood Moon!
“Hahaha…”
Yi Chengsheng’s expression was cold and grim as his laughter echoed sinisterly.
“Didn’t expect that even with all our caution, we still left behind so many clues, and just our luck, you discovered them…”
At this moment, Hua Wuyan’s anger could no longer be concealed on her face.
“What’s the purpose?! What exactly are you after?!”
As a protector of the human race’s path, she felt she had failed in her duty knowing the Blood Moon organization had been secretly sabotaging the human prodigies.
Coincidentally,
Great Demon, Li Wentian, and Shen Yang had all once been protectors of the path.
They had all failed.
Yi Chengsheng spread his hands wide.
“Isn’t it obvious? It’s because we haven’t done enough yet, that’s why today you could break in!
If our moves were bolder, killing more qualified warriors, more strong ones, how could you have the strength today to infiltrate our realm!”
“For just a path to Ascension?”
“Isn’t that enough? You think the suspended great city’s Dao, the divine rune techniques, the method to expand small worlds… where do you think they come from?! The Real Realm!”
Chen Yi frowned in confusion.
“As far as I know, those who go to the Real Realm don’t come back. Even if you monopolize the Path to Ascension and keep sending your people there, they won’t return. So what help does that do you?”
Yi Chengsheng laughed.
“People can’t come back, but that doesn’t mean other things can’t return!
Knowledge! Technology! Cultivation techniques! Information!
Over countless years, among the descendants of the Archaic Soldiers, there are always some who become powerful forces in the Real Realm.
They just need to lift a finger, and the things they send back are enough for us to benefit endlessly!
The only thing we have to guard against is you outsiders stealing the Path to Ascension!
Therefore, we must not let your development outpace ours, and we must control the number of your strong warriors!”
Shen Yang looked puzzled.
“During the war between humans and demons, you came out unscathed while the human realm suffered heavy losses. Why didn’t you just strike then and kill everyone? Wouldn’t that have been the easiest solution?”
Yi Chengsheng sneered.
“Foolish!”
Shen Yang bristled.
He hated being called stupid more than anything.
“If there were no outside forces blocking us, and a new realm war came, would we go fight?”
Now the logic was clear.
They used the outside world as a shield.
But they wouldn’t allow this shield to become stronger than themselves, for fear that if the outside world discovered the Path to Ascension and competed for it, they would lose.
This also explained why, at the end of the fifth simulation, the human alliance was willing to even cooperate with the enemy to deal with the Archaic Secret Realm.
The tactics of these ancient relic dwellers were utterly disgusting.
Chen Yi had one more question and asked without hesitation.
“What about persecuting the Great Dao Immortal Artifacts? They are the foundation of the human realm. If you destroy the Great Dao Immortal Artifacts, and the human realm collapses, wouldn’t these small worlds that rely on the human realm also perish?”
Chen Yi only knew one thing for certain: the reincarnation of the Jiuzhou Dingqi Spirit had been slaughtered, and it was connected to the Blood Moon.
As for the perpetrators behind the persecution of the other Great Dao Immortal Artifacts, he had no direct evidence pointing to the Blood Moon.
Yet, he couldn’t help but feel it was all tied to them.
Yi Chengsheng seemed to have given up, adopting a “damned if I do, damned if I don’t” attitude—after all, he already had enough charges against him and wasn’t afraid to take on a few more.
“We won’t completely destroy the Great Dao Immortal Artifacts. As you said, they are the very foundation of the world.
However, among the five Great Dao Immortal Artifacts in the human realm, there exists a special one—the Qian Kun Mirror!
Once all the Five Elements Root Artifacts are complete, it can easily open a gateway to other worlds.
You can’t let them escape. If they run wild everywhere, how can we maintain control over the situation?
That’s why we can’t allow the Ding, Sword, Mirror, Tower, and Armor to come together, nor can we let them remain intact!”
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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