Chapter 2752 - 56: The Gate of Myriad Mysteries (2)

The Three Officials are Heaven, Earth, and Demons.

The Seven Sentiments are Joy, Anger, Sorrow, Fear, Love, Hate, and Desire.

The Nine Messengers are Yin, Yang, Dragon, Demon, Human, Deity, Ghost, Evil, and Sin.

He himself is the Peaceful Ghost Messenger among the Nine Messengers. Although his cultivation is still limited and not enough to wield the power of the Ghost Messenger, the Taiping Taoist has spoken highly of his talent, saying that he will eventually reach the heights he deserves.

The path for a monster to achieve great feats is always about conquering various antagonists, just like tonight, just like with Shujia Lan.

Pig Dali stood on the threshold of this dilapidated room, looking at the Demon King of Black Lotus Temple in the courtyard, with an expression as if he was looking at a corpse.

Unlike the three Demon Kings’ uneasy suspicion and the blind confidence of the two carriages, the great Ancient God hidden in the Mirror World was more caught unawares, falling into a brief bewilderment.

Pig Dali was asking when the higher-ups would arrive and how this Peaceful Ghost Messenger could cooperate.

Chai Asi was asking whether he should continue pretending or lay everything on the table and invite the Ancient God to crush all.

But he, bearing both the Ancient God and Taiping Taoist, still hadn’t figured out where he should slip away to or how to do it.

If these three Demon Kings start fighting, can this small courtyard still remain?

Thinking of himself, the Marquis Wu’an of Daqi, strategizing amidst the treasure mirror, calculating the sea of Heavenly Will, seizing fleeting opportunities, hurriedly shifting spaces, only to return to this broken courtyard and witness this scene.

If he remained still, nothing would happen; once he moved, it would all collapse.

No matter who you are, you cannot help but be confused.

At this moment, he felt a profound awe for the Heavenly Will.

The more he understood, the more he was in awe.

The more he felt, the more he feared.

The more he knew, the more he was perplexed!

Now he no longer knew if he should take action, what he should do, or how to truly transcend.

It was as if he stood alone at an empty crossroads, with only demons of all sorts on the road and all kinds of unknown dangers on the roadside. He struggled and schemed all the way, but no matter which direction he chose, it seemed wrong!

It is precisely the "correctness" you presume that has pushed you step by step into more dangerous situations.

Is there truly no other path at this moment in life, only to sit and wait for death?

In this small courtyard in the North District of Mo Yun City, which was originally a tense situation about to erupt into a fight for life and death, a strange silence suddenly fell.

Lu Qilang, She Guyu, and Shujia Lan, the three Demon Kings had their own misgivings and none were willing to act first, losing the opportunity.

Pig Dali, boasting the backing of Taiping Dao, watched the scene before him with an entirely transcendent mindset, even though Shujia Lan was clearly coming after him.

A righteous man of peace has nothing to fear.

"Ahem!" Finally, it was Chai Asi who broke the silence.

In his heart, he asked, "Am I being too arrogant? I thought it would take at least three to five years before I could speak like this..."

But he casually said, "I say, what are you all doing blocking my house in the middle of the night?"

He, with a movement seemingly full of flaws to the Demon Kings but actually thought-provoking upon careful review, dashed to the courtyard gate, dividing the mixed battlefield into two.

In the courtyard were Shujia Lan and the Peaceful Ghost Messenger, while in the alley were Lu Qilang and She Guyu.

He stood on a fragile middle line, looking left at Shujia Lan’s bald head and the Peaceful Ghost Messenger’s veil, and right at She Guyu’s red snake patterns and Lu Qilang’s sword.

He decided to stop pretending to be a subordinate.

"Are you still going to fight?" His tone was disdainful.

At present, he used his own body as a barrier, dividing the two battlefields.

In theory, all the Demon Kings were free to act.

Shujia Lan facing the Peaceful Ghost Messenger was a sure victory.

Lu Qilang facing She Guyu also had a psychological advantage.

Yet they all couldn’t help but wonder, who on earth was this deeply hidden Chai Asi? Which side was he truly on?

Especially Lu Qilang, who had just recruited Chai Asi, now was deeply scrutinizing him. He even started to suspect that Chai Asi’s visit tonight was a scheme to lure him here too...

No, it had to be a scheme.

Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence to encounter both She Guyu and Shujia Lan simultaneously?

He knew that with his inborn Spirit Perception and the secret techniques of Divine Scent, chasing She Guyu was not easy. That Chai Asi could accurately understand the positioning and bring all the Demon Kings together made him disbelieve there wasn’t a powerful organization behind this.

Who on earth wants to deal with the Divine Scented Deer Family?

Lu Qilang’s inner alarm was ringing loudly.

His Spirit Perception told him that he was approaching a great opportunity but also a great danger.

Where is the opportunity? Who brings the danger?

Shujia Lan and Lu Qilang remained silent. She Guyu said even less.

Chai Asi’s question dissipated in the wind.

"Ah!" Chai Asi waved impatiently again: "If you’re not fighting, just disperse!"

Inwardly he was delighted, but his tone became more casual, like that of a peerless master: "Let me fix the door quickly, I need to sleep tonight!"

Saying this, he hung up his rusted sword and actually started studying the courtyard gate himself.

Of course, these words weren’t his own decision. It was Jiang Wang, who after a moment of confusion, regrouped himself and, through Chai Asi, challenged the Heavenly Will once more.

From escaping Frost Wind Valley to returning to the Chai family’s old courtyard tonight. From realizing the targeting by the Heavenly Will, to beginning to target, evade, and oppose the Heavenly Will... almost all his efforts were slapped back in his face.

Repeated losses wearied him, and he felt lonely in this foreign land. All his efforts seemed wasted, and he felt helpless and fearful.