What should I do?

Yang Wudi was truly panicked at this moment. He could clearly feel that a strand of the Divine Soul's power from Qiong Qi had already enveloped his weak, helpless, and pitiful Primordial Spirit.

Resistance was futile.

The strength of the Evil God's Divine Soul was immense. Not to mention that Yang Wudi only possessed the strength of the True Immortal Realm and had followed the path of Body Cultivation, which inherently made his Primordial Spirit weaker.

Even if the power of his Primordial Spirit was increased tenfold, it would probably be hard to withstand the erosion of the Evil God Qiong Qi!

At most, he could endure for a little longer, last a bit more in the presence of Qiong Qi.

Why not, just give in?

The Sect Master was watching from the sidelines!

If his Primordial Spirit were to be controlled by this little monster, the Sect Master might just strike him with a 'Primordial Spirit Quietus Hand Seal'!

Yang Wudi gritted his teeth and steeled himself. Summoning strength from nowhere, he gave a forceful jerk of his neck. The formidable power of his Body Cultivation erupted, flinging the female Heavenly Immortal who had grabbed him to the side!

The female Heavenly Immortal, now possessed by Qiong Qi, was stunned.

But at this moment, that mass of dark energy was already swirling around Yang Wudi's Primordial Spirit.

The phantom of Qiong Qi next to Yang Wudi's Primordial Spirit and the woman who had just taken off her conical hat both spoke at the same time, "You, dare to defy me?"

Their voice was filled with a cold chill, and murder was on their mind.

Cold sweat poured down Yang Wudi's forehead, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

The old woman kneeling on the ground, dressed in sumptuous garments, was also staring at Yang Wudi, exuding a might close to that of a Transcendent Realm expert!

"Yang Wudi, you dare to defy Father! You truly deserve to die!"

Thinking quickly, Yang Wudi headbutted the arm of the female Heavenly Immortal in front of him, shouting, "I-I was just too nervous! Please try again! This time I will definitely stay still without moving!"

The Qiong Qi-possessed female Heavenly Immortal stepped back several feet and watched Yang Wudi from a distance.

After a cold snort, the corners of her mouth curled into a mocking smile, and she closed her eyes.

Around Yang Wudi's Primordial Spirit, the phantom of Qiong Qi continued to float and sway.

It cackled maliciously, steadily approaching Yang Wudi's Primordial Spirit, continuing its usual business—guiding souls to depravity.

"Yang Wudi, tell me, what do you desire?"

This voice, deep and soothing, drew one in unconsciously, while subconsciously making one feel that the voice's owner possessed immense power and authority, capable of fulfilling all their wishes.

Yang Wudi's Primordial Spirit trembled, sitting earnestly in contemplation, the small figure's face full of conflict.

Wu Wang watched from the sidelines, the grey aura completely unnoticed by Qiong Qi.

On second thought, it seemed normal that the other party didn't notice him.

Even if someone cracked open Qiong Qi's skull and stuffed it with sixty-six 'Brilliance Pills', Qiong Qi would never expect to encounter a peer in the God's Mansion of a nameless Body Cultivator's Primordial Spirit within the Human Domain...

And so, Wu Wang personally witnessed how the Evil God enticed a Human Domain cultivator to fall into depravity.

This was an extremely precious scene.

It was a pity that with Wu Wang's current capability, he could only watch, unable to record.

Qiong Qi, the primeval monstrous beast and leader of the Ten Great Evil Gods of Heaven Palace, first employed its three-pronged temptation on cultivators. It spun circles around Yang Wudi's Primordial Spirit, constantly using its deep voice to tempt, "What is your wish?

Power? Status? I can make those who look down on you grovel at your feet, and I can place you in a position beyond others' reach.

Release your desires, Wudi, you are no less than them."

As for that Primordial Spirit of Yang Wudi, its Divine Light was dim, doing its utmost to resist the invasion of the dark energies.

Under Wu Wang's watch, Qiong Qi kept circling around Yang Wudi's Primordial Spirit, whispering and murmuring, "Are you afraid of me? Is that it?"

"Yang Wudi, are you cautiously guarding that humble part of yourself, correct?"

"Let it out. Only I can understand you. Embrace me, and I will certainly value you highly."

"I know what you want. I am aware of your heart's deepest desires... no one knows better than me how to satisfy them."

Is that all?

Wu Wang scrutinized Qiong Qi, nearly charging forward to argue with the huge beast.

Are these all the ambiguous clichés you can speak of?

You keep claiming to know what Yang Wudi desires, so why don't you explicitly state what it is he wants?

Qiong Qi, an old swindler indeed.

What to do?

Wu Wang wasn't just there as an onlooker. Seeing Yang Wudi struggling desperately, he was also pondering a strategy.

The current situation wasn't really a lapse in their plan.

After all, why would Qiong Qi want to take control of people from the Ten Evils Hall who were already under control?

The reason Qiong Qi made a move against Yang Wudi could also be found in the words he used to bewitch Yang Wudi.

—He wanted to make full use of Yang Wudi, feeling that the shackles of the Ten Evils Hall weren't secure enough and intended to directly control Yang Wudi's Primordial Spirit.

At this moment, the only thing Wu Wang could do was try to find a remedy.

Should he just let Qiong Qi control Yang Wudi's Primordial Spirit and later find an opportunity to remove Qiong Qi's "wedge"?

It's like Xue Kailong; although his Divine Soul was damaged, with a century or several centuries of recuperation, he could restore his Nascent Soul and continue his cultivation.

No, the two situations should not be conflated.

If Yang Wudi's mental defenses were breached and Qiong Qi took control of Yang Wudi's Primordial Spirit, he would directly learn that Yang Wudi was his subordinate, Wu Wangzi, and he might even glimpse memories of the two conspiring against the Ten Evils Hall.

Exposing the plan would be the least of his concerns, as Wu Wang had various ways to deal with the Ten Evils Hall. However, Yang Wudi, having established considerable achievements for the Annihilation Sect, might very well be subjected to all kinds of humiliation by Qiong Qi and directly killed!

With this in mind, anger was simmering at the bottom of Wu Wang's heart.

He must not be hasty, but stay calm.

If he doesn't make a move, Yang Wudi would undoubtedly die, so he must intervene now.

But how should he intervene?

Negotiate with Qiong Qi? Or should he speak out and threaten, making a deal with Qiong Qi?

Wu Wang's mind raced as he watched Yang Wudi's Primordial Spirit, feeling the pain Yang Wudi was enduring at the moment.

This guy, I'll deduct fewer Spirit Stones from him in the future.

Wu Wang diverted half of his spiritual mind to introspect within himself, searching for a trump card that was suitable for this situation, but he found none.

He was simply too far away from Yang Wudi.

Suddenly, the flame on Wu Wang's Spirit Platform gently pulsed, and the cough of Senior Shen Nong echoed abruptly...

Turns out there was another who was watching the drama unfold!

Inside Yang Wudi's Divine Soul's God's Mansion, the consciousness of Yang Wudi, Qiong Qi, Wu Wang, and the Human Emperor had converged?

If Yang Wudi knew of this, who knows what his expression would be.

Wu Wang listened as the Shennong Family passed on whispers through the Yan Emperor's Order:

"This mist was accidentally concocted by this old man during his early years of alchemy. It contains the essence of many spiritual roots and, having been forged with refining methods for many years, has turned into an intangible magic treasure.

This treasure has infinite uses. Covering oneself with it allows one to change appearance at will. Taking a wisp to wrap around the side of a living being's Divine Soul enables constant surveillance of this person.

It can fend off water and fire when facing enemies, counteract thunder when dueling, and can be used to wrap around the Primordial Spirit during Heavenly Tribulation.

Some juniors always feel their senior predecessors are only there to constantly try to trick them, when they've already gained a great benefit but sadly they're oblivious to it, oh."

Wu Wang: ...

If this thing has so many benefits, why didn't you just say so plainly! If you don't say it, how would he know!

What does that have to do with rushing to help Yang Wudi?

"If you want to protect Yang Wudi, just go and have a chat with this little kitty."

The flame from the Yan Emperor's Order surged, forming a smiling face, and pointed out, "The old man just wanted to remind you that with this treasure qi, you can change your appearance at will, and it's not like you possess only the Dao Rhyme of the Dao of Fire."

Upon hearing this, Wu Wang couldn't help frowning in thought.

The underlying message from the senior was for him to use the identity of the Star God's bloodline holder to negotiate with Qiong Qi. As long as he could intimidate Qiong Qi, he would be able to temporarily protect Yang Wudi.

But Wu Wang had another concern, hesitant about prematurely involving his mother and the Northern Wilderness clan in the conflict between the Human Domain and the Heaven Palace.

The aura, the Dao Rhyme, the fluctuations of the Divine Thought, this treasure qi...

Wu Wang observed the state of Yang Wudi's Primordial Spirit, his spiritual mind fully extended, searching for a way to turn the tide.

Heaven never seals off all exits; there must be a way to resolve this predicament.

Seeking help?

The elder's choice to transmit his voice as a reminder signified that he did not wish to take direct action to save Yang Wudi.

Mother was unaware of these matters.

Her necklace could not constantly observe my Spirit Platform; it could only transmit her voice within the depths of my heart.

Wu Wang pondered for a moment, then a flash of Spirit Light sparked, which he swiftly grasped with quick reflexes.

Got it!

Wu Wang looked at the pair of Yin Yang Qi storage rings in his Bracelet, pulled out a fragment with a backhanded grip, and swiftly absorbed the lingering Dao Rhyme on it into his Spirit Platform, infusing it into that mass of breath.

*Netherworld Gate Fragment: When Senior Shen Nong escorted Jingwei's remnant soul to reincarnate as a Fetus Spirit, the long-dormant Netherworld Gate shattered. This fragment was given to Wu Wang by Shen Nong for his enlightenment.*

Within this fragment was a damaged Great Dao.

But because the damage was too severe, Wu Wang merely considered it a bottom-of-the-box treasure and had not attempted to comprehend its profound meaning.

At this moment, what Wu Wang borrowed from the fragment was merely the Dao Rhyme of the 'Netherworld' Dao.

Not sure if this would work, Wu Wang prepared another layer of contingency.

He gathered the starlight of the heavens. If this Dao Rhyme was detected, he would directly reveal the Dao Rhyme of the Star Dao.

All set!

Wu Wang picked up the tea before him, took a sip, drew a deep breath, calmed his mind, and adjusted his mental state.

The battle to save the bald, muscular man had officially begun!

Wu Wang wrapped his full concentration of Divine Thought around the misty mass in his Spirit Platform and, with the power of this treasure, he observed the situation at Yang Wudi's God's Mansion.

There, the darkness had already corroded a large area.

Yang Wudi's Primordial Spirit was striving to hold on, while Qiong Qi took on many illusions, constantly launching attacks on Yang Wudi's Primordial Spirit.

There's no time to lose!

'This treasure's breath… can freely change appearances.'

Wu Wang pulled over the mass of treasure's breath from his Spirit Platform, a myriad of thoughts flashing through the depths of his heart.

What should I transform into?

It should be something that can scare Qiong Qi, and also fit with the Dao Rhyme of the Netherworld Gate.

Aha.

...

"Wudi, do you yearn for these?"

"Why should you be driven by others? You are your own master, the master of them all."

"Wudi… Wudi?"

Yang Wudi's Primordial Spirit silently shed two tears.

Sect Master, he really can't hold on much longer!

This was an Evil God after all, and he, Yang Wudi, was just a simple, kind, and honest cultivator at the pinnacle of the True Immortal Realm with Body Cultivation.

Yang Wudi could already distinctly feel that the evil thoughts at the bottom of his heart, the heart of destruction, and the impulse containing countless negative emotions were about to erupt like a volcanic eruption.

He really, had no other choice...

TSK.

A light laughter suddenly echoed in Yang Wudi's God's Mansion.

The God's Mansion, a dwelling place for the Primordial Spirit that evolved from the Spirit Platform after becoming an Immortal, also known as the Purple Manor.

The sudden laughter not only nearly snapped the tense string in Yang Wudi, but it also took Qiong Qi by surprise.

"Who?"

Qiong Qi's phantom image emerged directly above Yang Wudi's Primordial Spirit, one claw pressing down on Yang Wudi Primordial Spirit's bald head, those crimson beastly eyes looking toward a corner of the God's Mansion.

In that corner, a mass of gray fog suddenly dispersed, and within it, there seemed to be a Huge Beast awakening and advancing.

That ancient and profound Dao Rhyme began to permeate throughout Yang Wudi's God's Mansion.

Qiong Qi's beastly eyes were filled with vigilance, its wings were raised, eyes focused and fixed on the mass of gray fog.

Within the fog, two lantern-sized eyes flickered to life.

That light laughter sounded again, carrying with it a hint of disdain, curiosity, and playfulness.

Qiong Qi coldly said, "May I know which exalted being you are?"

"Me?"

The aged, rough voice, tinged with a hint of frailty, came from within the haze.

The grey fog suddenly drifted forward, strands of breath swirling outward, ultimately condensing into a ferocious dragon's head. Its forehead horns were incomparably sharp, its long mouth filled with fine scales and interlocking sharp teeth, and a few whiskers gently undulated.

Qiong Qi secretly let out a sigh of relief, as this was not a presence beyond its comprehension. But then, the dragon's head suddenly collapsed, and the grey fog transformed again, vaguely revealing the outline of a figure with a human body and a snake tail.

"I've almost forgotten what they called me. I've awoken many times. Perhaps you recognize this form of mine."

The phantom image of Qiong Qi immediately retreated half a claw's distance.

Seeing this, Wu Wang felt greatly reassured, and the grey fog began to circle around Qiong Qi, with the residual Dao Rhyme of the Netherworld Gate growing increasingly intense.

This scene bore a striking resemblance to the phantom image of Qiong Qi hovering around Yang Wudi's Primordial Spirit.

The grey fog transformed once more, revealing the vague shape of an eight-limbed creature.

"Or perhaps, you recognize this form of mine."

The grey mist collapsed again, flickering within it were two orange-red orbs of light, indescribable and indefinable.

In the obscure, there were sounds of the Great Dao, faintly carrying complex Daoist rhythms.

After a few breaths, the grey fog gathered into a mass, solidifying into the appearance of an old man, with a dragon's head orbiting around him.

The old man gazed at Qiong Qi, and Qiong Qi was also looking at the old man.

The elder spoke slowly, "Heaven Palace?"

Qiong Qi frowned while observing the old man. Its body's phantom image quietly shifted, morphing into the figure of a middle-aged man. This figure, with hands clasped behind its back, looked on at the elder Wu Wang had transformed into.

"Who exactly are you...?"

"You need not know."

Wu Wang, focusing intently on transmitting his own Divine Thought and the Dao Rhyme of the Netherworld Gate, said indifferently, "This child, I still have use for him."

"Your Excellency." Qiong Qi's eyes revealed a fierce intent. "By the rules, I should not snatch away your servant, but at the very least, you ought to reveal your name. Otherwise, why should I spit out the meat that's already in my mouth?"

"Unable to discern my Dao, yet you wish to hear my name?"

Wu Wang did not say more, but simply watched Qiong Qi.

Yang Wudi's Primordial Spirit trembled uncontrollably nearby, its eyes tightly closed, daring not to make any sudden moves.

Finally, Qiong Qi narrowed its eyes slightly, retreating a few steps.

"A mere servant, what does it matter if I give him to Your Excellency?"

Yet Wu Wang did not relax his vigilance.

Qiong Qi was cunning. It seemed to be conceding now, but that didn't necessarily mean it was truly backing down. Rather, it could be a ruse to probe.

Wu Wang steadied his spiritual mind, waiting for the right moment. When Qiong Qi was about to cease its retreat, he said unhurriedly, "Since you know what's appropriate, let me enlighten you with a saying.

When the departed return, the heavens and earth shall shatter; when there is no Emperor in the Emperor's stead, the Dao has no sovereign."

Those words!

Were they implying that the seal of Heaven Palace was about to break, and the banished Divine Spirits were to return?

Qiong Qi held its breath, concentrated, its eyes bulging wide, gazing at the old man with evident wariness, and even performed a respectful Daoist bow from afar.

It bowed its head and turned away. Its phantom image dissipated into a black mist, flying straight out of Yang Wudi's God's Mansion and scurrying out through his nostrils to return to the body of the female Heavenly Immortal.

Yang Wudi's body had collapsed on the ground at some unknown time, convulsing uncontrollably.

Qiong Qi gazed at Yang Wudi, the light in its eyes flickering uncertainly, and said indifferently, "Secretly send him away, find a secluded place for him to recuperate in. Without my permission, no one may make contact with him."

The finely dressed old crone was full of confusion but did not dare to ask a single question, and promptly got up and walked to Yang Wudi's side.

Within Yang Wudi's God's Mansion.

The clump of grey fog had resumed its original state, quietly floating in the corner of the God's Mansion. The profound and obscure Dao Rhyme that had been present moments ago had now vanished without a trace.

Yang Wudi's Primordial Spirit was drowsy and indistinct, staring hard at the clump of grey fog, unable to comprehend most of what he had just heard.

However, there was one thing Yang Wudi had thoroughly figured out.

He had said it before!

Evil Gods are nowhere near as terrifying as the Sect Master!

This... was beyond anyone.

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