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Ancient secrets of prostitution.

"Ten demigod princes..."

Liu Qingyan sat on the calm, mirror-like lake, her brows slightly furrowed.

At the same time, amidst the storm of thoughts, Chen Ling's voice rang out again: "Have you investigated the backgrounds of these ten demigods?"

"We've only been able to ascertain the identities of a few individuals... The Cheng Tian Realm maintains an extremely high level of secrecy regarding this matter; our intelligence network can hardly penetrate to that depth." Liu Qingyan's voice carried a hint of helplessness.

"But what is certain is that each of these ten people is at the peak of their respective divine path... their strength is absolutely genuine."

“After all, it was Ying Fu who personally chose him.” Chen Ling was not surprised by this.

“Lord Red King… this puts us under tremendous pressure.” Liu Qingyan’s voice grew even lower. “Ten peak demigods would be enough to sweep across the world in the Fifth Generation World.”

“You haven’t even factored in Ying Fu’s own fighting strength,” Chen Ling added. “With each additional minister, the emperor’s fighting strength increases dramatically. He now has ten demigods under his command, and his personal fighting strength alone makes him the strongest in all of history.”

"Speaking of which, I've also received news... that two dukes have already been dispatched to the Gray Realm by Ying Fu."

"Going to do what?"

“I don’t know…” Liu Qingyan paused for a moment, “but the Imperial Kitchen is closed today.”

Chen Ling suddenly fell silent.

These two pieces of information seemed to have no connection whatsoever, but Liu Qingyan linked them together... and Chen Ling understood her meaning immediately.

"It seems..."

"The Gray Realm is about to descend into chaos."

……

"Eunuch Zuo, why hasn't His Majesty had time to see me yet?"

At the entrance of the main hall of the Chengtian Imperial Palace, He Jing, with his gray hair, glanced at the sky and couldn't help but ask.

Three hours have passed since He Jing arrived here to request an audience with His Majesty to discuss the renovation of the prison's outer wall. He Jing assumed His Majesty was meeting with other people, so he waited outside, but he hadn't seen any officials come or go for so long.

"This..." Eunuch Zuo hesitated, "To be honest, this old servant doesn't know much about it either..."

"How about this..."

"I'll go in and report to you again."

He Jing nodded and clasped his hands in thanks to Eunuch Zuo: "Thank you."

After Eunuch Zuo entered the main hall, He Jing patiently continued to wait at the door.

I do not know how long it has been,

Eunuch Zuo walked out of the main hall with a strange expression.

"What did His Majesty say?" He Jing asked immediately.

"Lord He...please return today."

"...Why?"

"His Majesty... needs to go out today."

He Jing was taken aback, and he subconsciously looked towards the entrance of the main hall. For so many years, His Majesty had never stepped out of the palace, not even during the calamity that invaded; he had only intervened remotely from his bedchamber…

Is His Majesty going out today?

What is he going to do?

He Jing didn't ask, nor did he dare to. When Eunuch Zuo uttered those words, goosebumps involuntarily rose on his body... He knew that something big was about to happen.

“I understand…” He Jing replied immediately, “Then I will come again tomorrow.”

He Jing turned and left.

However, he had only taken less than ten steps when he heard a crisp creaking sound coming from the main hall behind him...

A figure slowly stepped out from inside the main hall.

The figure's feet did not touch the dust, but hovered a dozen centimeters above the ground, as if stepping on some unseen void.

The moment that step was taken, the once bright and clear sky suddenly darkened, a gale swirled and churned the dark clouds directly above the hall, and a mountain-like pressure swept around, making it hard to breathe.

He Jing stood there blankly, motionless like a statue... It wasn't that he didn't want to move, but that he was already unable to move under this overwhelming imperial might; he couldn't even turn around to look.

The millions of flowers planted in the palace were also instantly affected by this air pressure. Their vibrant petals were shaken off the branches and swept upwards into the sky by the howling wind...

From a distance, they look like roaring, roaming five-clawed dragons!

Rumble—!!

A low rumble of thunder rose from the dark clouds.

At this moment, all the residents of the Chengtian Realm looked in terror towards the direction of the imperial palace amidst the raging wind...

Surrounded by numerous true dragons, the mighty imperial power soared into the sky, even distorting the void above the palace, as if some being was emerging from it step by step.

As the imperial might swept across, millions of people felt their legs go weak and they collapsed to their knees with a thud!

He Jing stood in the closest position to the eye of the storm, nervously swallowing hard...

next moment,

A figure in imperial robes walked slowly past him.

A royal robe, woven with gold and black, billowed in the wind. A white-haired figure, sword in right hand and a golden imperial seal hanging at his waist, strolled leisurely through the void.

He Jing couldn't see the person's face, but just that back view was enough to shatter his mind.

He also knelt down with a thud, respectfully kowtowing to Emperor Ying:

"He Jing..."

"Welcome Your Majesty as you leave the palace."

The emperor's figure did not turn around to look at him, whether because he did not hear it or because his calm eyes only clearly reflected the direction of the Gray Realm.

The figure in imperial robes parted his lips...

A voice imbued with boundless imperial might echoed throughout the entire realm:

"The scourge of gray has plagued the people for over three hundred years."

"In this prosperous age, calamities have receded, and we have fulfilled the wishes of Heaven and the people..."

"Today, I will personally lead the expedition..."

"The sword sternly guards the mountains and rivers."

With each word the Emperor Ying uttered, his vast imperial might seemed to resonate with the heavens and earth, and golden ripples swept across the sky, causing those who witnessed it to tremble with awe.

At this moment, the hearts of the people kneeling on the ground seemed to be drawn by the words. Their eyes lit up instantly, and their surging willpower, like an invisible wave, rushed towards the sky!

"Swords Sweep Across Mountains and Rivers!!"

"Swords that cleanse mountains and rivers!!!"

"..."

In the darkness, the power of that will continuously gathered on the golden imperial seal at Emperor Ying's waist, and a faint halo silently spread out. Ying Fu lowered his eyes, glanced at the imperial seal's reaction, and seemed quite satisfied with it.

The next second, his figure traversed the void and arrived at the edge of the Chengtian Realm...

then,

Step out.

The moment Ying Fu stepped into the Gray Realm, his vast imperial might swept across three thousand miles.

The forbidden sea, closest to the Chengtian Realm, suddenly stagnated. As if sensing something, the many calamities swimming beneath the surface began to stir erratically.

A colossal deep-sea sun silently opened itself from the darkness...

The emperor, holding a sword in one hand and a seal hanging at his waist, walked slowly alone from the Chengtian Realm, his eyes burning like the blazing sun.

"At once……"

"Let me use you as a sacrifice for the sword first."