Perfection: The Eastern Emperor Bell manifests, I am the Golden Crow Heavenly Emperor

Chapter 64 Schemes in a Foreign Land
A foreign land, an immortal palace.

This place is not magnificent and resplendent, but rather shrouded in eternal darkness and oppression.

The temple was forged from the core of worlds conquered since countless eons ago, and the walls are covered with the illusory images of wailing souls.

Dark red energy, resembling blood, flowed across the ground.

The colossal pillars supporting the palace were none other than the skeletons of ancient behemoths, long since lifeless and transformed into immortal puppets.

The dense, impenetrable dark matter writhed in the air like living things, while the oppressive aura emanating from the figures seated at the highest point of the hall caused even this incredibly solid space to slightly distort and groan.

At the very center and in the main position is one of the current leaders of the alien realm, the giant—Kundi!
His figure was blurred, shrouded in layers of dark runes. Only his eyes, like two black holes about to be extinguished, were deep, ancient, and full of calculation and indifference.

He was toying with a string of prayer beads made from nine shrunken stars, each of which had once been the core of a prosperous world.

To its left was a figure with a violent aura and disordered fragments of time around it—the Crimson King.

He was severely injured by the Immortal King Wuzhong. Although he has not fully recovered, his boiling killing intent and the strange fluctuations of the laws of time are still too terrifying to look at directly.

On the right is a majestic being that exudes an aura of invulnerability to all laws—Wu Shang.

He possesses the innate supernatural power of magic immunity, making him one of the strongest spears and shields in the alien realm.

Below, sat the Demon King Pu, the Sword King, and some immortal kings who had survived or risen to prominence in the previous great battle, such as Qu Chong and Xuan Kong.

The highest level of combat power in the entire alien realm has almost all gathered here.

The atmosphere was as heavy as if cast in iron.

"Tens of thousands of years..."

Kundi's hoarse voice rang out.

"That Lu Xuan, and his so-called 'severing the three corpses' method... not only did not disappear, but instead stirred up quite a storm in the Immortal Realm and the Primordial Ancient Realm."

He flicked his finger, and a picture formed by dark energy appeared, in which the strange Daoist rhythm flowing in the sky above the Golden Crow Clan was faintly revealed, as well as the scene of some geniuses from the ancient primordial world going to comprehend the Dao.

"According to the intelligence sent back by the 'sleeper agents,' this method is extraordinary."

As the Demon King spoke, the demon sunflower seeds around him swayed, exuding an aura of depravity and temptation.

"It doesn't directly increase combat power, but rather targets the cultivator's heart, clarifying their own good and evil. It's said to greatly increase the probability of breaking through to the King Realm. If this continues, the number of Quasi-King level cultivators in the Immortal Realm and the Ancient Realm may experience an explosive growth!"

"Hmph! A trick of pretending to be a ghost!"

The Crimson King roared furiously, his body surging with the power of time.

"If it were truly so effective, why haven't any of the seven quasi-kings of the Golden Crow Clan broken through in tens of thousands of years? In my opinion, it's nothing more than a bewitching sorcery!"

"The Crimson King is not to be underestimated."

Wu Shang spoke slowly, his voice deep and metallic.

“Lu Xuan cannot be judged by ordinary standards. The fact that he was able to create a method that could trigger a calamity in the Great Dao proves its value. Even if this method has limitations or is difficult to cultivate, the ‘direction’ it represents is a huge threat to our domain.”

The Blade King opened and closed his eyes, a wisp of imperial might flowing through them, causing all the immortal kings present to tense up.

He said in a deep voice, "I have personally experienced his power. The creation of chaos is no small matter. Since this method was created by him, it must contain the essence of his Dao. If we can glimpse even a little of it, we may be able to find the key to restraining his Dao of Chaos."

This is their real purpose in gathering here!

It wasn't just out of fear that the Immortal Realm and the Ancient Realm would have a few more Immortal Kings; they also wanted to uncover the secrets of Lu Xuan's Great Dao and find its weaknesses!

“It’s impossible to forcibly seize it,” Kundi coldly concluded.

"With Lu Xuan in charge, it will be difficult to succeed unless the ancient ancestor awakens or we are willing to pay an unbearable price to launch a strong attack."

"Then what should we do?" Qu Chong asked.

Kundi's eyes gleamed with a sinister light, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

"Don't they have a quasi-king practicing this method? We should also send a quasi-king to 'learn' from him."

"You mean... to deliberately provoke a war at the level of a quasi-king?"

He frowned, suspended in mid-air.

"This is probably exactly what they want, as it can hone their potential kings."

“It’s not a full-scale war.” A cruel smile curled at the corner of Kundi’s lips.

"It's a 'sparring match,' a 'discussion of the Dao'! We'll use certain unclaimed ancient ruins or ancient realms on the verge of destruction in the Boundary Sea as the battlefield, designate areas, limit the number of participants, and let the quasi-immortal kings of my domain meet those quasi-immortal kings who have cultivated the 'Severing the Three Corpses' technique!"

His gaze swept over the kings present.

"On the one hand, one can personally experience the wonders and weaknesses of the 'Three Corpses' technique in actual combat. On the other hand..."

He paused, his voice growing even colder.

"If, during that so-called 'enlightenment,' we could use the supreme secret techniques of my domain to stir up the evil thoughts in their hearts, causing them to lose control and fall into depravity in battle, or even... contaminate the 'Three Corpses' technique! Turn their hope into a source of despair! Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Inside the hall, a cruel yet excited light shone in the eyes of all the immortal kings.

"This plan is excellent!" King Pu chuckled wickedly.

"Perfect timing! My warriors have been dormant for too long; it's time to use the blood of the geniuses of the Immortal Realm to forge their battle halberds!"

"Select the most elite, the most skilled at corrupting minds, quasi-immortal kings to fight!" The Crimson King licked his lips, his killing intent palpable.

"We can have them carry the 'Bewitching Demon Seed' and 'Dark Source Blood' to wait for an opportunity to strike," Wu Shang added, proposing a specific insidious method.

A massive conspiracy targeting the "Severing the Three Corpses" technique, aimed at uncovering its secrets, was finalized in the Immortal Hall of another realm.

Soon, a "communication" team composed of several top-tier quasi-immortal kings will set off into the Boundary Sea with malice and a mission, seeking their "prey".

Their primary target is likely the talented quasi-kings from the Immortal Realm and Ancient Realm who are currently on the outskirts of the Golden Crow Clan's territory and need real combat experience.

Among them, the Thunder Emperor, with his unique aura and the difficult balance between good and evil in thunder, is undoubtedly a highly tempting and challenging target.

The storm has struck again, in a different form.

The Boundary Sea surged, its turbid waves reaching the sky. An oppressive, chilling aura, like an invisible storm, swept in from the opposite shore of the Boundary Sea, finally solidifying before the Imperial City, the border of the Immortal Realm!
This ancient and majestic pass, which has stood for countless eons and is stained with the blood of immortal kings and immortal kings, is now feeling unprecedented pressure.

On the city wall, the mottled marks of swords and the scorching imprints of the laws seemed to come alive again amidst the pervasive killing intent, emitting a low groan.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

It wasn't war drums, but the dull sound of countless dark legions advancing in perfect unison, treading on the void, as if striking the heart of every guard.

A dark, imposing army, like a spreading tide, emerged from the mist of the border sea, its banners waving.

(End of this chapter)