Full-time Creation Master

Chapter 248 Communication, Secret Calamity, Please

He casually leaned on the throne, one hand supporting his chin, his posture languid yet exuding innate majesty. Every subtle movement seemed to contain world-destroying power, and the kingly aura surrounding him caused the entire space to tremble. Even the most powerful undead lord could only bow down before him.

The Azure Dragon Pearl, which had previously disappeared, was also here, seemingly communicating with the Ancient King in a way that Chu Ming couldn't yet comprehend.

As Chu Ming officially stepped onto the final step, the exchange between the Ancient King and the Dragon Balls seemed to come to an end.

A few buzzing sounds!

As if they had given prior notice, the Dragon Balls disappeared again!

However, as the one who bestowed the Azure Dragon Soul Light, Chu Ming could vaguely sense that the Dragon Pearl was still in the Abyss of Evil, merging with another Azure Dragon aura that he had vaguely sensed before, and now they were merging.

It should be the other 1/3 of the dragon soul that Qinglongzhu mentioned last time?

If Sha Yuan hadn't not been unable to suppress the Azure Dragon's aura, he wouldn't have been able to sense it at all!

"Is Senior Qinglong ready for his comeback?" Chu Ming, who was intelligent but not particularly emotionally intelligent and didn't need to be, used this as a starting point for conversation!

"Um!"

The old king continued to stare straight at Chu Ming, sparing his words.

"Uh..." Chu Ming thought to himself, complaining about his ancestor's aloofness, but the Ancient King couldn't hear him!

"His descendant, Chu Ming, greets His Majesty the First Emperor!"

Chu Ming bowed his head, his actions, though contrary to ancient etiquette, conveyed his true feelings.

The ancient king on the Blood Throne swept his dark robes across the blood crystal floor tiles that gleamed with a cold light. Each tile seemed to be frozen with the blood and tears of an ancient battlefield, reflecting a faint blood-red halo.

The pure, dark energy hanging from the dome resembled an inverted Milky Way, with specks of light like sleeping stars, flickering intermittently, faintly exuding a chilling aura of solemnity and awe-inspiring majesty.

On the throne, the ancient king wore a jet-black iron armor robe with mysterious runes flowing around it. The runes moved like living things, and each line seemed to be engraved with an ancient war song, silently chanting the glory of past battles.

"His descendant, Chu Ming, greets His Majesty the First Emperor!"

Chu Ming's voice reverberated in the empty hall of the dead, the echoes striking the rune-covered walls before returning to his ears.

The ancient king nodded slightly, his eyes beneath the twelve chapters calm and still, like two flames of wisdom burning for a thousand years, reflecting the vicissitudes of time.

"What is it about?"

His deep voice, like a resounding bell, boomed throughout the hall, carrying an unquestionable imperial authority.

Chu Ming straightened his back and his gaze fell on the ancient king on the armrest of the throne.

The reason Chu Ming took the initiative to bow earlier was because he was polite and admired the First Emperor's unification of the country!

However, now, Chu Ming, who is confident that he will be no less capable than others in the future, treats others as his partners and companions on an equal footing!

"May I ask Your Majesty's current condition? May I ask if Your Majesty is aware of the condition of the human race outside?"

"Me? Neither alive nor dead!"

"It's just a unique ghost created by the power of the netherworld, the power of the nation's destiny, incense offerings, and the power of wishes and thoughts!" The ancient king didn't hide anything, but his answer was still as concise as gold, not daring to say a word more!

"Outer human race?"

I already know!

However, the dead have their way of living, and the living have theirs!

"I don't want to interfere!"

"Understood!" A water chair materialized behind Chu Ming on its own. It wasn't fancy, and he sat down.

"May I ask Your Majesty, was the fall of the Great Qin Empire truly as described in ancient texts...?"

Chu Ming was very curious about this, and also asked on behalf of the readers. With a tap of his finger, he instantly traveled to Chapter 248, "Exchange, Secret Calamity, and the Wonderful World of Entrustment."

Before he finished speaking, the ancient king's aura suddenly surged like a volcanic eruption, and the runes on his armor burst forth with dazzling light. That light was like the rising sun, not malicious, but more like the unconscious overflow of power when recalling the glorious past.

"A visitor from outer space, above even emperors!"

The old king's answer was brief and firm, his tone filled with the weight of that tragic history, making one seem to see him in his armor, sword in hand, leading the Qin army to resist foreign enemies.

"Is it the Nine Heavens Dragon Emperor?"

"No! The Nine Heavens Dragon Emperor only possesses combat power above the Emperor level; his cultivation realm is still at the Emperor level!"

"Can't you tell me?"

"You are not yet ready to know!" The ancient king thought for a moment, and a wisp of spiritual light emanated from his right hand.

"Undo it once you've mastered the forbidden spell!"

"Is he connected to the great calamity of the future?"

"No!" the old king said confidently, "I handled it myself; there are no future problems!"

"And Your Majesty now..."

Chu Mingqiang suppressed the shock surging in his heart. He saw the ancient king raise his hand and wave it. The black mist seeping from the gaps in the armor surged out like a tide, turning into thousands of phantoms in the air.

Those phantom figures all resembled elite Qin warriors, wielding spears and halberds, clad in armor, arranged in neat rows, ready for battle, as if at any moment to rush to the battlefield.

"campaign."

The ancient king gently stroked the bronze demon mask, his gesture tinged with reminiscence, as if recalling the time he fought alongside his soldiers. "Guard the border."

As he finished speaking, the void behind him cracked open like a spiderweb, revealing a scarlet and dark purple light.

The ancient king sat upright on his throne, his posture as majestic as a towering mountain.

His eyes were filled with unwavering determination to protect, and the demons' charge seemed like mere ants trying to shake a tree, utterly insignificant.

"The magical plane is about to face a great calamity, and Your Majesty may then..."

"If I intervene, we will all perish!"

The ancient king gripped the armrests tightly, and the area around the throne shone brightly, emitting a booming sound like war drums that resounded throughout the entire hall.

"I am exhausted by the erosion and assimilation of the plane's origin in the Dark Dimension and the confrontation with the Dark King."

Many of my warriors have long lost the power of incense offerings and are mentally impaired. I don't want to cut off their chance to be reincarnated. Just then, Mo Fan arrived to save the day!

"You've arrived, and things are about to change..."

For the first time, his voice trembled, revealing a deep sense of helplessness and resentment, as if he were heartbroken that he could not personally protect this land, but at the end he firmly said, "I hope you... will shoulder this heavy responsibility."

As the voice faded, black walls of fire rose around the Blood Throne, and within them appeared the phantom of an ancient king clad in armor, surveying his domain. Finally, a resounding command echoed: "Protect my...land."

"Ahhhhh~~~~ I am also a manifestation of your will, why can't you tolerate me... Ah..." The unwilling roars from the gradually transparent armor grew weaker and weaker until they disappeared!

"I'm leaving Sha Yuan to you!"

The wall of fire gradually dissipated, leaving only that entrustment echoing in the main hall for a long time.

The Eight Kings of the Netherworld, the Corpse of the Mountain Peak, the Commander of the Mist Ghosts, the Skeleton Dragon, the Ghost King, the Red Skull Demon Lord, the Agate Corpse King, and the White Corpse King did not shed tears. They simply knelt quietly on one knee, saying, "Respectfully bidding farewell to Your Majesty!"

"Congratulations to Your Majesty!"

"Congratulations to Your Majesty!"

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