The Path Toward Heaven

The highest-ranking assassin in the Old Forest might be able to hide himself in the shadows in some way, but if the shadow under the tree is real, then there is only one possibility, which is the projection from the underworld.

More than 20 years ago in Mingcui Valley outside Chaoge City, Bulaolin's assassin failed to assassinate Zhao Layue, but was silently killed by the projection of the third disciple of Mingshi.

Whose shadow is this shadow that appeared in Chaoge City tonight?

The shadow bulges slightly, as if it is about to break away from the ground, illuminated by the starlight refracted on the wall, and gradually reveals its shape.

The figure was short and fat, and he couldn't see his face clearly. He could vaguely see that he was wearing a colorful dress, which indicated that he had a very high status in the Underworld.

Introduce yourself.

That chunky figure had a delicate and sinister voice, but also possessed an extremely powerful momentum and majesty.

His pronunciation is a bit weird, and he should rarely speak human language.

I am the High Priest of the Lower Realm.

If it is said that after the death of the Emperor of the Underworld, the Underworld Master is the strongest in the Underworld, and only one person is qualified to raise objections.

The blood of the royal family of the underworld flows through the high priest, and his power and realm are extremely high. No matter how you look at it, he is a real big shot.

For other practitioners, even the elder-level powerhouses in various sects, if they suddenly found the High Priest of the Underworld appearing in front of them, they would have only two reactions, either screaming with a pale face in an attempt to warn, or pale and fainted from fright.

Jing Jiu was very calm, as if he met an old man asking for directions, and asked, What's the matter?

The voice of the high priest floated in the alley like the wind, as if the string would break at any moment, and seemed a little surprised: Aren't you afraid of me?

Jing Jiu said, Maybe you are very strong, but this is Chaoge City, so even if you have to be afraid, it should be you.

The high priest said: When your master ascended, I went to Qingshan to see it. What is Chaoge City?

Jing Jiu said, Let's talk about things.

The high priest's colorful clothes mixed with the dark shadows looked extremely strange, just like his voice: I heard that you are a person who is very good at negotiating, so there must be no position that must be insisted on.

This sentence made sense, but Jing Jiu heard something more. The conversation between him and Bu Qiuxiao just started today, and it actually spread to the underworld?

He said, Just be straight.

The high priest said: If the Seal of the Underworld Emperor is really in your hands, maybe we can cooperate?

Sure enough, there is no impenetrable wall, even the huge wall between the world and the underworld, even the abyss.

The conversation between him and Bu Qiuxiao spread to the underworld, and even the unknown conversation between him and the underworld master was inquired by the high priest.

Jing Jiu said, I talked to him first.

The high priest said: It's okay, I just report to you first and leave a name. When you make a decision in the future, remember that I still have this way. At least give us a chance to bid.

Jing Jiu said, I can't imagine the benefits of cooperating with you.

The high priest said: Fighting the remnants of peace, this is the greatest benefit.

Jing Jiu suddenly said, Are you familiar with the Zhongzhou School?

The high priest said with a blank expression: If you don't trust me, just pretend that I never showed up, but I hope you can remember this conversation.

After saying this, the starlight faded, so the shadow under the tree also faded a lot.

The wind calms down, the leaves fall, and the shadow returns to the ground, returning to normal.

Jing Jiu turned around and left the alley.

He didn't go back to Qingshan directly, but went to the old plum garden.

The Meiyuan nunnery is shrouded in starlight, as if a layer of clear water is silently washing the tile eaves.

He walked into the nunnery and sat down in front of the ashes-covered desk.

What came was not the high priest himself, but his projection.

But if the High Priest suddenly made a move, he might encounter great trouble, because the large formation in Chaoge City might not be able to activate.

The high priest dared to project himself in Chaoge City, so he must have received some kind of guarantee. If he wasn't the real Taiping, who could it be?

The Underworld Emperor has been imprisoned in the Demon Suppression Prison for more than six hundred years, and the Zhongzhou faction has been secretly communicating with the lower realms, which is normal.

Does Yunmengshan want to confirm his identity again, or does he want to harm himself and Qingshan? He used to think that Chaoge City was the safest place outside Qingshan and Guocheng Temple, and no one would assassinate him here, but thinking about the story in Guocheng Temple two years ago, this view is naturally problematic.

The starlight passed through the window and fell on him, casting a shadow on the ground in front of the desk.

The next moment, the shadow floated up slightly, like a leaf blown by the wind.

Such a scene had only been staged before his eyes not long ago.

Again?

He felt a little tired.

The figure shown in the shadow this time is much thinner.

This time it was the projection of the underworld master.

Jing Jiu asked, How do you know I'm here?

The underworld master lightly dusted off his royal blue shirt, and the figure in the shadows disappeared from time to time.

If he knew about our conversation, I couldn't find out what he was doing? In fact, I deliberately leaked the news about the Underworld Emperor's Seal.

Regardless of the world or the underworld, the conspiracy and struggle related to power are always so exciting that Jing Jiu feels bored.

He knocked on the desk in front of him and said, The main point is, how do you know I'm in the old plum garden?

The underworld master did not answer his question, and said directly: Cooperate with me and send the high priest into the underworld river.

Jing Jiu said, Benefits?

The underworld master walked to the window with his hands behind his back, the shadows dilute the starlight outside.

His projection is shorter than the main body, looking like a weird and terrifying puppet.

I checked for a long time, and today I finally confirmed that he has been secretly connected with Yunmeng Mountain. Killing him is good for me and you Qingshan.

The Underworld Master turned to look at him and said: And if he goes to the Styx River to sleep forever, the chaos in the lower realm can be settled as soon as possible, and you and I can choose a new Underworld Emperor with peace of mind.

Jing Jiu said, Does this mean we have reached an agreement?

The master said: I am not Liu Ci, nor Yuan Qijing. It is not enough for you to persuade me to betray the real person. I will only join hands with the final victor. You are so weak that I really cannot trust you.

Jing Jiu said, No.

The master said, I'm here to deliver a letter, are you sure you don't want to know the contents of that letter?

Jing Jiu wanted to take out the bamboo chair to lie down on, but remembered that Xue Ji was squatting on the bamboo chair again, so he lay down on the floor and looked out the window at the sky full of stars.

The underworld master glanced at him, flicked his sleeves lightly, the shadow was slightly blue, and disappeared without a trace.

Even Jing Jiu was a little surprised and a little tired after seeing two of the most powerful figures in the Underworld in a row overnight.

In these two conversations, he was very indifferent, even with a condescending attitude, but that was just the appearance.

Regardless of the projection of the high priest or the underworld master, they can bring him a great threat.

The level gap between the two parties was too great. If it wasn't for the Underworld Emperor's Seal in his hands, these two conversations would have been impossible.

Just like if he didn't have Yinfeng's fate card and didn't grasp the secret, Bu Qiuxiao wouldn't be here to negotiate with him during the day.

A young man walking around the world holding the most precious books, being able to sit and discuss with princes and nobles, seems chic and calm, but it is also a very dangerous thing.

He knew who wrote the letter that Master Ming said.

It is indeed the most convenient and even the fastest way to communicate on the surface of the vast Chaotian Continent to transmit information through the projection of the big figures in the underworld.

The problem is how people on the mainland pass information to the underworld.

Before he didn't have the ability to suppress mosquitoes in the devil's prison, only Daoist Taiping had this ability, and the Zhongzhou faction might have some kind of method.

He knew his brother too well, and he knew that even if he just glanced at it, he might fall into the opponent's game, so he didn't want to read that letter at all.

There is another question, if the high priest followed him through the Zhongzhou faction, how would the underworld master know that he was in the old plum garden?

Before he thought about it, he didn't know that he would come here.

Jing Jiu felt something was wrong.

When talking with Bu Qiuxiao in this nunnery during the day, he also had a similar feeling.

Could it be that someone has left traces in his body that can be traced?

He carefully recalled the experience of this life, and contemplated the most subtle parts of his body without any doubts or discoveries.

When he fought against Tianjinren in the air, the opponent's consciousness had indeed entered his body, but there was no trace left.

His body is still so clean and pure, but there are some sky silk in the waist, abdomen and spine.

Just thinking about it quietly, the night passed quickly.

As the morning light fell on the window, he stood up and was about to leave, but suddenly found a line of writing on the ground where the underworld master disappeared.

A cloud is coming from the south.

Seeing these words, his body became a little stiff, and he slowly turned to look to the south outside the window.

There are countless clouds in the southern sky, which one is the one that must die?