Chapter 829 - - 581 Heavenly Dao’s arrangement is watertight.

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“He has placed a golden hoop over our heads,” said the Immortal Emperor, his face ashen. “Holy Mother, to permanently solve the Twilight Calamity, we must rely on him. This is his way of saving his own life. He has the ambition of a wolf.”

The Immortal Emperor had always been aggrieved by the words used to describe him in the Human Daily, and now he applied that term to Duge, grinding his teeth.

The Queen Mother of the West looked at the Immortal Emperor and fell silent for a long while before saying, “What is his purpose in doing this? Stirring chaos in the land, implanting the seeds of the Twilight Calamity in the top-notch strong beings from top to bottom, he has offended everyone in the world. Is he not afraid that we might fight him to the death?”

“Holy Mother, would you kill him for this?” the Immortal Emperor asked with a dry laugh,

“I…” The Queen Mother hesitated for a moment, then shook her head, “No, I won’t.”

“That’s exactly what he’s betting on,” said the Immortal Emperor. “I didn’t believe he was the Incarnation of Heaven before, but now I do.

From beginning to end, he was fearless. Just an avatar, his death would mean nothing, not affecting his true self. If his plan succeeds, it would bring a major harvest.

What he gambles is just a trivial incarnation, yet what’s at stake is the future of all of us.”

“Is his real aim to devise the crucial laws for Pan-Universe Entertainment?” The Queen Mother said, frowning.

“It should be,” answered the Immortal Emperor.

“If Pan-Universe Entertainment ends this game early and he is summoned back, wouldn’t it all come to naught, leaving us all betrayed?” The Queen Mother angrily said. “That is indeed unbecoming of a son.”

“…” The Immortal Emperor paused and then suddenly said, “I understand now.”

“What?” The Queen Mother, still in her mood of anger, even forgot to use respectful language.

“He is purposely adding excitement to the game, extending the so-called duration of the Alien Battlefield.” The Immortal Emperor explained, “The so-called ascension to sainthood, the so-called split in the Human Race, all serve this purpose…”

“All of us are his pawns,” murmured the Queen Mother.

“Heavenly Dao’s arrangement is just so,” the Immortal Emperor sighed deeply. “The most terrifying thing is that we know this is a play he has set, yet we still have to follow the script he has written. Otherwise, this damned Twilight Calamity will follow us all our lives.”

The two exchanged looks of resignation.

Taking a deep breath, the Queen Mother said, “I wonder if Daoist Ancestor has been affected?”

“The Daoist Ancestor is only a Saint, not transcendent, I fear he too cannot escape the machinations of the Twilight Calamity,” said the Immortal Emperor uncertainly.

“How will the Daoist Ancestor respond?” asked the Queen Mother.

The Immortal Emperor shook his head.

“How should we respond? Should we go talk to that Duge?” asked the Queen Mother again.

“We cannot talk,” the Immortal Emperor stated coldly. “Deliberately setting the Immortal Court as his enemy is intended to make this game interesting.

Pan-Universe Entertainment can watch the world through Alien Warriors; if we go to negotiate with Duge, everything will be exposed.

What’s the fun in a game without suspense?

If Pan-Universe Entertainment forcefully ends the Alien Battlefield, there will be no way to solve the Twilight Calamity.”

“So we’re supposed to suffer in silence?” The Queen Mother grew even more irritated.

“Holy Mother, we are ultimately the sovereigns of the Three Realms. One hand plays along in his drama to prolong the game; the other seeks a way to transcend.

You and I have been trapped in the Quasi-Saint Realm for too long, perhaps Pan-Universe Entertainment is also our chance for a breakthrough,” said the Immortal Emperor.

The Immortal Emperor looked at a sky-reaching tree behind him, a faint purple glint flashing in his pupils, and said, “Once we find a way to break the Twilight Calamity, his end will come.

We can cooperate with him, but not in this threatening manner.

A mere Incarnation of Heaven is not the Heavenly Dao itself; mastering him could be another way to make the game more fascinating…”

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In Middle Heavenly State, a nameless high mountain.

Halfway up the mountain was a cave, furnished with stone table and chairs.

Twelve Alien Warriors from Qiyuan Star sat cross-legged. In their midst was an open stone book.

The page of the stone book displayed numerous golden symbols floating above it.

Upon closer inspection, these golden symbols resembled the Daoist Rhyme on Duge’s body, albeit simplified significantly.

The twelve Alien Warriors from Qiyuan Star sat in different positions, each perceiving the golden symbols from their own angle, losing themselves in contemplation.

Below the stone book, there was a small pool containing a dense purple liquid.

The purple liquid split into twelve streams, merging into their bodies, drastically accelerating their cultivation…

Outside the cave.

A young man sat cross-legged on a floating golden lotus, meditating with his eyes closed, faintly display.refreshButton.reload ngOnInit() {

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As both the Underworld Emperor and the Immortal Emperor sensed the Twilight Calamity, the young man’s eyes suddenly snapped open.

He frowned slightly, then floated down from the lotus.

As his feet touched the ground, the golden lotus seamlessly merged back into his body.

The young man turned his head toward the direction of the Southern Zen Region and murmured softly, “Twilight of the Gods? Who exactly are you?”

He shook his head, then turned and entered the cave.

The very instant he entered the cave, it was as if a stone had been dropped into a pond, sending ripples spreading out, alerting the twelve meditating individuals.

All twelve opened their eyes and simultaneously performed the same action, opening their personal panels, looking at their rankings, and collectively sighing in relief.

“Master, how many years has it been? Why has the number of Alien Warriors not decreased?“Gao Ming asked.

In this battlefield, he inhabited the body of a middle-aged farmer in his thirties from the Southern Zen Region, whose keyword was ‘imbalance.’

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