I'm not a drama god

Deep in the gray world.

The frozen sea of ​​the far north.

A ship was moving silently through the dark sea full of ice floes.

Faint flashes of lightning flickered among the low clouds. At the end of the distant horizon, the sky seemed to be shrouded in darkness. A huge black sword that seemed to pierce the sky seemed to be piercing out from the bottom of the deep sea. The surging murderous aura mixed with the biting cold wind made the hairs of every figure that approached stand on end!

Pushed by the strong wind, the huge sail slowly approached the giant sword. At this time, on the deck, several figures were rubbing their hands constantly due to the cold, and wisps of white mist drifted into the air from their noses.

"Is this... the ancient treasure of the Way of War?" a figure muttered to himself.

"It's worthy of being a place where killings from ancient times to the present converge. This murderous aura is truly frightening. Even a seventh-level cultivator cannot withstand it."

"The murderous aura of the ancient martial arts is so powerful that it won't even kill an ant. The lower one's rank, the less affected they are... If they weren't masters of the martial arts, any high-ranking person would be tortured to death by this murderous aura if they approached."

"What do you think His Majesty is doing in a place like this?"

"Your Majesty always has his reasons for doing things."

"Your Majesty has been alone in the Ancient Military Path Repository for seven days. According to the original agreement, he should have emerged today... but why does it seem like there's no sign of him at all?"

"Maybe he hasn't come out yet?"

Everyone looked at the giant black sword approaching in the distance, and felt that the temperature around them was getting colder and colder.

Just as everyone was hesitating whether to get closer, the surrounding sea water began to stir violently. The floating ice on the sea seemed to be pulled by some force and continued to gather in front of the ship. Even the hull made creaking sounds and moved uncontrollably towards that direction.

"what happened?!"

"Has something strange happened to the ancient Bingdao treasure?"

"No...it's the entrance to the ancient Bingdao treasure that's been opened!"

As everyone was stunned, a huge whirlpool formed in the sea, and a sharp murderous aura gushed out of it, directly shattering the large piece of floating ice gathered above!

boom--!

Amidst a burst of bangs, cold sea water and broken ice floes fell from the sky like raindrops, hitting the surface of the hull with a crisp tinkling sound.

at the same time,

Two figures walked slowly out of the misty water fog.

As a familiar Emperor God's pressure descended upon the earth, everyone on the boat looked delighted and immediately saluted respectfully:

"His Majesty."

Ying Fu was wearing a black robe with gold threads, his expression still stern and calm. He glanced at the ministers on the boat and nodded slightly.

"During the time I was in seclusion, has anything major happened outside?"

Several ministers looked at each other.

"Well... recently, there was one incident."

One of the ministers seemed to remember something, took out a newspaper from the cabin and handed it to Ying Fu.

The headline of this newspaper was the century-long meeting between Chen Ling and Lingxu Jun at Baige Square. Since color cameras became obsolete with the decline of civilization, the pictures in the newspaper were all the most primitive black and white movies. Through the blurry picture quality, one could vaguely see two figures sitting under a tree and communicating.

The content of the newspaper still focused on the scale and importance of the meeting held in the Lingxu Realm, as well as the grand scene around Baige Square on the day of the meeting. It did not introduce the details of the meeting in detail, but ended with a simple sentence: "The meeting went smoothly, but no consensus was reached."

Ying Fu glanced at it lightly and handed the newspaper back. He did not look surprised at all, as if he had guessed the final outcome long ago.

"Is there any movement over there, Lou Yu?"

"No, after taking in the refugees from the Xuanyu Realm, the 'Eternal Realm' has never appeared again... Lord Wuji's energy is probably now focused on governing the realm. Coupled with the decline of civilization, he has probably completely lost contact with the human realm."

"'Eternal Realm'... Humph, he's quite brave to choose such a name."

Ying Fu snorted coldly.

"Your Majesty, who is this...?" A minister couldn't help but look at the dark shadow behind Yingfu.

When Ying Fu walked out of the ancient military treasury, a dark shadow appeared behind him. His whole body was shrouded in ancient murderous aura, and only the outline of a human figure could be barely seen. However, the terrifying aura emanating from his body had reached an astonishing eighth level!

Ying Fu glanced at him and replied calmly:

"An old friend."

An old friend?

A hint of doubt flashed in the eyes of several ministers.

The black shadow in front of me is obviously not an ordinary "person", but rather looks like an existence that has walked out of the ancient military treasure... Are there any old friends of Your Majesty in this ancient military treasure?

"This era is drawing to a close, and there are fewer and fewer ministers with potential. I don't intend to waste my time with those realms." Ying Fu glanced at the ancient military treasure trove behind him. "After the military treasure trove, I will go to the ancient calligraphy treasure trove... There are still some old friends of mine there."

Although several officials did not quite understand, they nodded.

"Your Majesty, then shall we go directly to the South Sea Realm Ruins?"

"Ah."

Ying Fu seemed to recall something and looked at the shadow beside him. "But before that, you'd better go to the Ghost Path Ancient Treasures and retrieve your scattered soul... Only then can you be considered to have a preliminary resurrection."

The murderous shadow was silent for a moment, "...Okay."

"I have something else to do, will you go by yourself?"

"……it is good."

Ying Fu said no more and stepped directly onto the deck. His eyes, which were shimmering with a faint golden light, looked back at the dark figure standing alone on the sea.

"I am waiting for you to return to me in a complete state..."

"Wang Jian."

……

Tuk-tuk-tuk.

"Chu Muyun!"

"Chu Muyun!!"

Following the sound of calls coming from outside, Chu Muyun reluctantly opened the door a moment later... Only to see Heart 8 in a white dress standing outside, waving a piece of paper in her hand:

"Have you received the mission from the Red King? Are you going to the Ancient Medical Treasure as well?"

The corner of Chu Muyun's mouth twitched slightly. He immediately looked around to see that there was no one around. He pulled the Eight of Hearts into the house and locked the door.

"Are you crazy? Is that something you can say outside?"

"It's okay. I noticed when I came here just now. There's no one around." The Eight of Hearts said confidently.

"..." Chu Muyun was speechless, but under the slightly excited gaze of the Eight of Hearts, he still took out a piece of paper... It was the task assigned to him by the top leaders of the Dusk Society, the same as the one given to the Eight of Hearts.

"I knew it!" Heart 8 smiled.

"Since we're going to the Ancient Medical Path, then both of us Medical Gods must go... Speaking of which, you were directly granted the Divine Path by the Divine Path Star, so you haven't been to the Ancient Medical Path yet, right?"

"I haven `t been there."

"It's okay, I've been there before!" Heart 8 patted his chest and smiled proudly, "This time, the teacher has your back!"