novelbin Chapter 1512 768: No Fine Salt Among the Fungi_3
Chapter 1512 768: No Fine Salt Among the Fungi_3
"Now, let me slowly explain."
From the void behind Du Luojia, the Vajra Guardian appeared one by one, eloquently introducing: "The Heavenly Beings come and go invisibly, able to stir Thunderbolt, influence Nature, and evolve Earth, Water, Fire, and Wind; the Dragon Clan is unmatched in strength, as steady as Mount Tai, concealed when hidden, and fills the universe when soaring; the Yaksha moves like lightning, unpredictable and mysterious, while the Asura is wildly brave, unrivaled in battle..."
The protectors descending from the Wulou Temple's lower court have been passed down for hundreds of years, almost considered divine. Especially the blessing bestowed by the Good Abbot Master to reclaim the Family God, which is unparalleled.
The solitude of You Shuang, the life force of White Hall, the lurking and transformation of the Wolf, the brutal Destruction of Slaughter, the boundless indulgence of Weiyang, the elusive coming and going of Insects... all these have captured the essence. With the Eight Heavenly Dragons in hand, it's already enough to suppress the situation and quell any resistance or variables!
"What else?"
The Abyss Lord inquired: "Are there arrangements for other parts? Who comes from Xiu Feng? How many people belong to Blood Eye?"
The Rotten Ape never expected the Abyss Lord to be so cautious, wanting to understand every detail, appearing akin to a strategy of not acting without seeing the rabbit.
Yet, how can all the bottom cards of each faction be revealed? They can only mention the insignificant things.
Thus, the attitude of the Abyss Lord quickly turned cold, as if seeing through his evasion, indifferently saying: "With everything ready, you all can proceed on your own.
With so many strong supporters joining forces in the grand plan, you don't need someone like me.
Why need me?
I shall wait quietly in the Sea Abyss, hoping all of you will return victorious.
It's getting late, please go freely now."
The Rotten Ape fell silent for a moment, as if biting his teeth for a long time, then said again: "Abyss Lord, please wait, now all factions are gathered, what's missing is a core and leadership like yours!"
"Is that so? I didn't know I was so important."
The Abyss Lord seemed amused, not hasty, "Then tell me, how important am I?"
Damned bastard you fu....
The Rotten Ape nearly bit his teeth to pieces, feeling exhausted.
Damn, I have painstakingly gathered a team, all is prepared, and now you start putting up a pretense... wanting more money, is that it!
But before he could speak, a sigh came from the throne.
"I already know of your sincere intentions; such a grand gesture should not be short-sighted, but due to past failures, the loss is really severe."
In the bitter sigh, the black mist slightly opened a line, revealing a tragic state in the realm: "Now, the heart desires to join the grand event, but truly powerless to assist, hope to receive your pardon."
The original Abyss Lord was dying for face, suffering, but now suddenly beginning to plead impoverished... The Rotten Ape's scalp started tingling, as if something was unsettling.
But also can't tell where is wrong.
When his gaze fell upon the black mist, his words suddenly paused, and the tone became peculiar: "I've known the Abyss Lord for so long, why so distant now?"
"..."
The black mist paused for a moment, transmitting a cold voice: "What do you mean?"
The Rotten Ape questioned: "Just feeling confused, not knowing what I did wrong, causing the Abyss Lord to not even show a face?"
Silence.
In the prolonged silence, no one spoke.
The Rotten Ape remained wordless, slightly retreated, as Du Luojia lowered his gaze, already clasped his hands together without noticing when.
But a hoarse gentle laugh seemed to echo from the darkness.
"...Very well."
The dense darkness gradually thinned, revealing a vague silhouette: "You may come forward to view, granting you the honor of an audience."
The Abyss Lord's smile was gentle, warmly gesturing: "Let you see clearly, examine closely, make sure not to miss anything."
Though the words were peaceful, it gave a chilling sensation.
"No, no need." The Rotten Ape repeatedly waved his hand, as if suddenly regretting.
"Why don't you have a look?"
The Abyss Lord invited again: "Since you're here."
"No need!"
Rotten Ape shook his head decisively, through Du Luojia's shared Perception, already seeing... beneath that sparse thin fog, countless shredded meat entangled by the Law of the Usurper, a bloodied face, a skull with exposed white bone.
Even his expression already uncontrollably filled with rage and ferocity!
Resorting to devouring!
[Damned bastard, what exactly are you stirring!]
Du Luojia's rebuke resonated from mind to mind, [You claim to bring strong allies, invite me to follow, but repeatedly offend the opposition, why?
If Abyss Lord really falls out, don't blame the old monk for walking away!]
Everyone knows the Usurpers hold face higher than the sky; stepping on their minefield twice now, are you bringing me to fight?
Brain, where is it?
Burned by the Corrosive Furnace Core for fuel?
"Not to conceal, there's another matter coming here... by chance, obtained an item meant to gift the Abyss Lord for appreciation!"
The Rotten Ape withdrew greatly, bent over, enduring heartache while raising his hands, and from the void beneath his black robe, drew out a silk box.
With the opening of the silk box, a fractured Tiger Talisman filled with cracks appeared, causing the anger within the black mist to abruptly halt.
Those hungry eyes illuminated by the treasure's light.
Originating from beneath the Vortex, treasures from fragments scattered when the Heavenly Origin Tower fractured once before, remnants of the Eternal Empire's power upon its fall into oblivion!
For each Usurper, it's a precious artifact to enhance themselves, solidify authority, and expand territory!
Even Du Luojia's eyelid slightly trembled: never thought this damned bastard would give so much, truly wanting that craftsman named Ji to die.
In other scenarios, such item suffices to ignite an old feud like An Guo, Changle to fight again!
The black mist shuddered, shuddered again!
Without hesitation, it whisked away the Tiger Talisman, holding tightly, not willing to release.
"Indeed, good treasure..." The laughter paused for a moment, quickly turning irritated: "What do you mean?"
Because the Rotten Ape also didn't relax his grip, equally grasping the Tiger Talisman, looking squarely at the Abyss Lord: "At this point, the Abyss Lord must give everyone a guarantee, right?"
The Abyss Lord became furious, "A noble doesn't speak falsely, since promised you, how can it not be counted!"
The Rotten Ape didn't retreat, demanding decisively: "Then please burn an official report and vow before the Tower!"
In a stalemate, their eyes locked onto each other until the Abyss Lord's suppressed angry voice sounded: "Fine, as you say!"
Bang!
A parchment emerged from the black mist, thrown forward.
The aura of Usurper's authority wrapped around it, pinpointing undeniably towards the majestic Tower, the source and end of all Usurpers, relying on Abyss Lord's own power for credibility and collateral, both parties allied, to flatten Luo Island!
Even, at Rotten Ape's request, adding a clause: If retreat causes the grand plan to fail, lose all authority, forever doomed within the Tower's shadow, without escape!
"..."
After prolonged deliberation, from within the black mist, emerged a hand riddled with cracks, pressing upon the contract, leaving its name!
"Now your turn." The Abyss Lord spoke grudgingly, coldly glaring at him: "Surely you won't play tricks on the contract, with me?"
The Rotten Ape seemed to smile slightly, also reached out, touching the contract, leaving the title bestowed by Great Evil.
[Dragon Poison]
Finally...
The gaze from within the black mist fell on the contract, silently sighed.
Finally caught up to you...
Soon, as the scroll self-ignited without wind, ascending to the Tower's shadow, both sides felt an additional chain upon their soul.
The Rotten Ape reappeared respectfully, seemingly helplessly lowering his head, "Involving the Seven Cities plan, offense endured, hope the Abyss Lord overlooks."
"Wishfully so."
The Abyss Lord indifferent, clutching the Tiger Talisman tightly, asked the final question: "With the matter settled, when do you plan to attack?"
"Ten days!"
The Rotten Ape laughed boisterously, promising decisively: "Give me ten days!"
Thus, the agreement and assurance were established.
In ten days, capture the Seven Cities!