Chapter 793 - - The size of your heart determines the size of the stage.

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Ziwei Emperor was struck dumb.

Duge noticed the change in the Great Purity Emperor and, while internally cursing, he adopted a calm expression and asked, “Emperor, to become a Saint, a Buddha, or a Demon?”

“All are possible,” the Great Purity Emperor said.

“Great Purity, you have realized,” Duge smiled, confidently withdrawing the protection of the Green Lotus Treasure Color Banner.

“Thank you for the guidance, senior,” in that moment, the mind of the Great Purity Emperor became clear, and with no more hostility towards Duge, he nodded and deeply bowed in sincere gratitude.

“It’s because you possess the root of wisdom,” Duge said with a smile.

“Not at all, without the senior’s stern guidance, this disciple would still be mired in confusion,” the Great Purity Emperor shook his head, “From this moment on, I will follow only your lead, senior.”

“Good,” Duge nodded, then turned to the Ziwei Emperor and asked, “Ziwei, he has realized it, what about you?”

“I have realized it too,” Ziwei Emperor paused for a moment before nodding in agreement.

“Would you dare to join me in rebelling against this Heavenly Court?” Duge asked.

“If heaven obstructs my path to enlightenment, then I shall indeed rebel against this heaven,” Ziwei Emperor said.

The Great Purity Emperor swept away the gloom and madly laughed, “Ziwei is right, if heaven obstructs us, we should indeed rebel against this heaven.”

“Our path is not lonely; we gain two more allies,” Duge said with a clapping laugh, “My friends, share with me your Cultivation Techniques for a moment, let me restore the Daoist Rhyme for your reference.”

“Good,” both Emperors agreed simultaneously.

The experiences of the other two great continents were like well-made templates, directly replicated in Xiling Fengzhou and Arctic Holy State.

This time, with the Demon Clan joining, the spread of the Human Emperor Inheritance was even quicker.

In less than two months, all the Five Great Continents of the Mortal Realm, except for the Middle Heavenly State, fell into the hands of Duge.

The dragon veins of earthly fortune on Duge increased from the original two to four, adding a white and a black dragon vein.

His spiritual power score soared once again, reaching 1.2 billion, and by this time, even the spiritual power score of a cultivator-trained Alien Warrior was merely five or six million.

Because spreading the Human Emperor Inheritance involved mobilizing all sorts of Cultivators and Yin Gods, and acting against the monarchies of the Mortal Realm, the news could not possibly be kept secret.

Message after message travelled through various channels to the Heavenly Court and the Underworld.

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At this time.

Due to the time difference, Duge had already accomplished many things, while Xianyou True Monarch had just returned to the Immortal Court.

Sky and Cloud Hall.

The disciples of the Five Peak Emperors and Eastern Emperor were detained outside the hall, waiting for their fate.

Xianyou True Monarch presented the various pieces of evidence collected in the Eastern Polar Continent, requesting to personally lead troops to the Southern Zen Region to suppress the rebelling Longevity Emperor.

“…Your Majesty, the demon Duge incites the populace and causes great calamity; if not dealt with promptly, another disaster of immortals and demons may arise. I request to lead a hundred thousand troops to pacify this calamity in the mortal lands,” Xianyou True Monarch pled on one knee.

The many Heavenly Officials and Generals looked at each other, exchanging glances, none had expected the Longevity Emperor to establish his own sect under the influence of demons and openly oppose the Immortal Court.

He was merely a Great Luo Golden Immortal who governed a single state; who gave him such courage?

Even if he could establish a sect and become a Saint, he needed to be alive to do so. But he…

If the actions of the Eastern Emperor could be justified, the actions of the Longevity Emperor had driven himself to a dead end.

The Immortal Emperor would absolutely not tolerate any challenge to his authority.

Success or death.

Now, it seemed, death was more likely. He needed the level of a Quasi-Saint to even consider confronting the Immortal Emperor, but having been trapped in the Great Luo for a million years, achieving sainthood in a short period was as likely as a fool’s dream.

What good would the help of the Demon Clan do?

The Demon Clan was nothing but a defeated foe of the Immortal Realm, why couldn’t he see that?

Heavenly Officials who were close to the Longevity Emperor already hung their heads low, not daring to utter a word, fearing that the Immortal Emperor might redirect the blame for the Longevity Emperor’s mistakes onto them.

Ning Xianping, brought to the Heavenly Court by Xianyou True Monarch, knelt on the ground, feeling the oppressive might of the world’s sovereign from the golden throne, daring not to even let out a breath. The calm discussion he had imagined before ascending to the Heavenly Court was now nothing but an evanescent dream, vanishing like smoke.

He had witnessed the negotiations between Duge and the Eastern Emperor, but at the crucial moment, he realized he lacked Duge’s wisdom and courage.

The Immortal Emperor glanced over the memorial presented by Xianyou True Monarch, not responding to the request for troops but instead, with a smile, handed the memorial to the Queen Mother of the West, chuckling, “This person called Duge is indeed different, not like the usual evil demons.”

The Western Holy Mother took the memorial, glanced through it casually, taking in all the contents, and then fell into deep thought.

“Western Holy Mother, what do you think is the identity of this Duge?” the Immortal Emperor asked, glancing at Ning Xianping kneeling below.

Knowing that Alien Warriors inherently possess live broadcast capabilities, he showed no concern in making clear his stance to Pan-Universe Entertainment, confident as a sovereign of a world.

“Your Majesty, I cannot see through him,” the Western Holy Mother shook her head.

“Holy Mother, do you think his claimed Method of Becoming a Saint is genuine?” the Immortal Emperor inquired again; he himself claimed to be a Quasi-Saint, but his family knew his actual status.

He was far from the cultivation of a Saint, feeling as though he had almost touched it, yet like between him and it was a layer of window paper that he could never puncture.

“If Your Majesty wishes to know, just capture him,” the Western Holy Mother said with a smile.

The Immortal Emperor gave a slight smile, looking down at Xianyou True Monarch, about to speak, when suddenly, a Spirit Official rushed into the hall: “Your Majesty, urgent news from the lower realm.”

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