Chapter 842 - 785: Golden Cicada’s Question

"Looks like my faked death won’t work."

Han Yu spoke in the Sea of Consciousness; under the prevailing circumstances, he must continue to appear before the Celestial Dao Sect.

There’s no escaping.

Last time, the Celestial Dao Sect harbored ill intentions towards him. Heaven knows whether they’ll continue to target him afterward.

"Can you really bear to help Yama Hall?"

The Artifact Spirit curled its lips; back then, he was the one who killed the most cultivators from Yama Hall.

Even if Han Yu manages to help them, whether they’d be grateful is another matter. They might just end up attacking him together.

Then the fun would truly begin.

This is also the concern of Central Continent’s strongmen; survival is already precarious, and no one wants to be caught between a rock and a hard place.

"Not unless Yama Hall is full of fools."

Quan Xiaotong shook his head resolutely, knowing that if that’s the case, there’s no saving Yama Hall either. How could they play against the Celestial Dao Sect with that kind of brain?

Can the people of Central Continent overcome the hurdle in their hearts and respond rationally?

Does Central Continent have the ability to get involved this time?

"Of course, they do."

Chasing Soul seemed quite confident, indeed representing Mo Xiuwen.

"He needs a thousand cultivators at the Divine Gaze Realm!"

"Sacrifices!"

His words were particularly cold, as if he hadn’t considered the lives of those thousand cultivators, or perhaps they were doomed to die.

Since when did Mo Xiuwen become so cold-hearted?

Everyone was shocked; in fact, Mo Xiuwen wasn’t cold-hearted.

The original intention of Mo Xiuwen wasn’t like this; what he needed was a thousand cultivators to operate his Mechanism Dharma Aspect.

But just like last time when Chasing Soul tried it, the risks are quite high. If the Mechanism Dharma Aspect is destroyed, the lower realm Divine Gaze cultivators inside might die.

After all, they aren’t like Chasing Soul, who has cultivation to protect himself and even a clone to die in his place.

"Don’t give them excessive hope; this inherently is a life-risking endeavor."

That’s what Chasing Soul told Mo Xiuwen, so when it came to him, he straightforwardly defined it as sacrifices.

Life and death are determined by fate; whether they survive depends on their luck.

Everyone has already witnessed the power of the Mechanism Dharma Aspect last time; Chasing Soul alone could use it to delay until Han Yu arrived.

What if there were more of these?

A group of people was already rejoicing, possibly thinking it’s feasible.

"Don’t celebrate too early."

Chasing Soul couldn’t help but throw cold water on the crowd.

He was controlling what he controlled; he used the clones created by his divided consciousness back then.

Where in Central Continent are there so many Spiritual Treasure materials to create such things, so what others use is only made of Mo Family’s Cold Iron.

While the power is there, the defense is lacking compared to his; otherwise, he wouldn’t have gone back to look for those broken scraps.

Chasing Soul estimated that Central Continent currently lacks the strength to confront any force directly, but they do have the ability to stir things up.

"That’s enough!"

Quan Xiaotong nodded silently; this is already a very good beginning, at least they have the ability to get involved.

No longer helplessly watching both sides’ cultivators cause turmoil on their territory.

Then he looked back at Han Yu, and the issue returned to where it started.

Han Yu, and perhaps these strongmen, can they accept helping Yama Hall when the time comes?

"If helping them is for Central Continent, I can accept it."

Han Yu suddenly remembered the question asked by the wise elder, what’s his view on the Celestial Dao Sect? How can he view them, neither side is good.

It’s best to let them continue fighting until they knock each other’s brains out.

"I believe the people below should understand this, after all, we’re not truly helping them; we’re helping ourselves."

Xia Wuyou sighed deeply, speaking quietly.

Back then, his sect was almost decimated by the other side; Nanli Sword Studio is now nothing but ruins.

If he can temporarily let go, other sect leaders definitely can.

"As much as it feels disgusting, it’s not necessarily because Yama Hall is inferior and needs us to stir the pot."

Or maybe, Celestial Dao Sect will suffer losses in Central Continent too; nothing’s certain, after all, this is where Yama Hall’s layout is.

"No, I think Celestial Dao Sect won’t suffer losses."

Quan Xiaotong and Han Yu spoke in unison.

One based on situational assessment and both sides’ strategic estimates.

The other has already personally witnessed the means of the Celestial Dao Sect.

...

Mu Zili also received the order from Qionghua Hall; this time, he would join Chang Gen and the others in entering Central Continent.

"It’s started!"

He sighed inexplicably when gathering with the old Taoist again.

This was something that could have been predicted; under the trend, none of them can stay out of it.

Previously, he was still naive, planning to bring Su Xiaoxiao and the old Taoist back given an unfavorable situation.

Clearly, it’s impossible now.

"Primarily protect yourself, don’t be like your junior brother rushing forward foolishly."

The old Taoist specifically advised, interestingly, he wasn’t assigned a task, which gave a glimmer of possibility to Mu Zili’s plan.

Thus the old Taoist could take Chen Xixi and the others away from here.

This wasn’t difficult for the old Taoist, but he was more concerned with Mu Zili’s situation, feeling that this action by Qionghua Hall is absolutely not simple.

Mu Zili pondered for a moment, nodding, "There shouldn’t be any major problems."

Since he’s acting together with Chang Gen and the others, the combat strength of Celestial Dao Sect still has the upper hand; even Shi Xiu and the others can’t seem to deal with them.

"You’re wrong, think it over: if Yama Hall could hold on under Celestial Dao Sect’s schemes until now, they can’t be that weak."

Worried about the opponent underestimating the enemy, the old Taoist couldn’t help but remind.

Don’t forget, Yama Hall also has Ten Great Palaces, only a few have come down; the big ones haven’t moved yet!

Not to mention, the gap between the top five and bottom five palaces isn’t small.

"That one should have a plan, right?"

Mu Zili’s gaze glanced at Qionghua Hall inquisitively, speaking softly.

"I don’t know if he has a plan, but I don’t trust him."

The old Taoist spoke with a stern face, even adding, "Don’t use common sense to assess the Four Extremes Hall; they’ve already transcended humanity."

Actually, he wanted to say they’re neither human nor ghost, but considering Di Liuxin’s presence, he refrained.

Mu Zili reacted, lowering his voice too, implying, "Like Chang Gen and the others?"

Chang Gen and the others?

The old Taoist sneered, finding them simply imitators without real comparison to the few in Four Extremes Hall.

Those few have truly lost all traces of humanity.

Such matters could only be brushed past; Mu Zili dared not dig into details, both going silent.

At this time, Golden Cicada remarkably walked out of Qionghua Hall; it was probably his first time doing so after arriving overseas.

He headed towards them.

Both Mu Zili and the old Taoist were stunned until Golden Cicada stood expressionlessly before them, slowly speaking.

"Do you know me?"

He spoke to Mu Zili.

Mu Zili was taken aback again, feeling inexplicably strange inside.

The good side is that Golden Cicada doesn’t recognize him, nor does he recognize Chen Xixi and the others.

But it’s stranger somehow Golden Cicada is asking this.

"Why do you think I know you?"

Mu Zili asked back with a puzzled expression.

Golden Cicada suddenly raised his eyes, a violent aura surging then suppressed, quietly speaking.

"Because I’ve sensed a few times the killing intent directed at me from you."

Though he spoke softly, it stirred a storm in Mu Zili’s heart...