The Emperor of Zongmen Workers is here

Jiang Qingwu sat cross-legged in the center of the quiet, airtight stone chamber. Silence reigned, with only her gentle breathing echoing in the air.

At this moment, her aura was slightly disordered, and her originally rosy face was now as pale as a piece of white paper, without a trace of blood.

On his forehead, fine beads of sweat oozed out continuously like pearls from a broken string, sliding down his cheeks.

Recalling the thrilling battle with the terrifying Youjun not long ago, she still felt a lingering fear even when thinking about it now.

That fierce battle not only caused a huge impact on her body and mind, but also brought unspeakable damage to her body.

Although I was fortunate to have the precious elixir generously given by my fourth senior brother, it is obviously not enough to rely solely on medicine to fully recover. What is more important is to rely on my own breathing to slowly recuperate.

Every time he took a deep breath, Jiang Qingwu could clearly feel a piercing pain coming from the meridians in his body, as if thousands of extremely thin and tiny steel needles were piercing into him at the same time, which was unbearable.

But she knew that she must not give up easily at this moment, so she gritted her teeth and forced herself to endure the severe pain. She concentrated her mind and carefully guided the little spiritual power in her body to flow slowly along the meridians.

Just like that, time passed minute by minute, and Jiang Qingwu gradually immersed herself in a wonderful, almost ethereal state. Her breathing gradually became steady and long, as gentle and soothing as the gurgling stream in the mountains on a spring day.

At the same time, the originally weak spiritual power seemed to have turned into a trickle of water, silently nourishing the injured parts of her body.

However, even though the injury is gradually improving, it will probably still take a very long and difficult time to fully recover.

At the same time, in the mysterious and awe-inspiring upper realm, the majestic and magnificent Department of Creation stood there.

This fairy palace is not only grand in scale, but also has an exquisite and complex internal structure, exuding an otherworldly atmosphere and unfathomable mystery everywhere.

At this moment, in this magnificent creation office, He Yihuan was running around in every corner anxiously and worriedly.

His face was solemn, his brows were tightly furrowed, as if he was carrying a heavy burden; his eyes revealed deep anxiety and uneasiness, like the twinkling stars in the night sky.

He Yihuan walked so fast that it was almost impossible to see the trajectory of his movement.

His pace was quick and powerful, as if every step was taken on a timely basis, for fear that any delay would lead to missing important clues.

At the same time, he kept muttering the extraordinary-sounding name - "Zhuguangji", and while completing his work, he asked others for information about this name.

His eager and focused expression attracted the attention of many fellow immortals around him.

Those immortals who were originally busy with their own affairs all looked sideways, and their eyes fell on He Yihuan at the same time.

When they saw his furrowed brow, anxious face and hurried footsteps, they couldn't help but feel surprised.

At this time, one of the immortal friends, extremely curious, finally asked, "Little deity who has just ascended, how did you learn the name of the ancient deity 'Zhuguangji'? You know, in this lower realm, there are no detailed records of these ancient gods! Even for those of us who have ascended for a long time, our understanding of them is only a few things."

When He Yihuan heard this, his heart trembled violently and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

He had never expected that his beloved disciple would actually give him such an incredibly difficult task. Countless questions flooded his mind, overwhelming him with pressure.

However, just as He Yihuan was lost in thought, in another remote corner of the Creation Department, Zhu Guangji's clone quietly saw through it all.

Zhu Guangji thought to himself, "He Yihuan does have some abilities. But can he really shoulder such a heavy responsibility?"

So, when there were few people around, the little fairy quietly called He Yihuan to talk to her alone, and the two of them acted like thieves.

She looked at He Yihuan expressionlessly and said straight to the point, "Why are you looking for Zhu Guangji?"

When He Yihuan thought of Jiang Qingwu's words, he just said that he was asked to do so, but did not point it out explicitly.

I only heard the little fairy say, "Jiang Qingwu?"

He Yihuan's eyes widened in surprise, and he stammered, "How would you know..."

Before he could finish, "Zhu Guangji" said: "The Zhu Guangji you are looking for is me. To be more precise, it is my Lord God. I am Zhu Guangji's clone."

After hearing this, He Yihuan felt as if a thunderclap sounded in his mind, and he stood there in a daze as if struck by lightning!

He opened his eyes wide, his eyeballs almost falling out of their sockets, his eyes were filled with deep suspicion and surprise, as if he had seen the most incredible thing in the world.

After all, it is simply unbelievable to openly declare that one is the incarnation of an ancient god!

He Yihuan's heart surged like a vast ocean, a whirlwind of emotions. He couldn't help but wonder, "Zhu Guangji's clone? How is that even possible? If she truly is a clone, she must have come to me because of Qing Wu. But this mission seems so arduous. Can I really accomplish it? While I'm a leader in the lower realm, who among those who ascended from the upper realm isn't a leader?"

However, He Yihuan couldn't help but wonder, "If this person isn't Zhu Guangji himself or his clone, then who else would be so bold as to impersonate him? Furthermore, according to what she said, the matter she's investigating is actually closely related to the secret of the drastic decline in Dongxu Realm's resources. Is there a huge conspiracy and crisis hidden behind this?"

Thinking of the potential conspiracy and crisis behind this incident, He Yihuan's tense nerves relaxed slightly. He told himself, "No matter what, I'll listen to what she says before making a decision. Perhaps this is a rare opportunity for me to make a contribution to the Dongxu Realm."

After some careful consideration, he finally gradually let down his guard.

He Yihuan took a deep breath, gathered himself, and then said seriously, "If that's the case, then let's work together and get to the bottom of this matter! Let's restore order to the Dongxu Realm!"

After saying this, his eyes, which were originally confused and hesitant, instantly became extremely determined, shining as brightly as the brightest stars in the night sky. It seemed that at this moment he had made up his mind to uncover the mysterious mystery hidden behind the fog at all costs.

The other person standing beside him was also infected by his resolute attitude, and his eyes were also shining with excitement and anticipation.

And so, the two nodded in tacit understanding, reaching a tacit understanding with each other, like two stars closely connected by the thread of fate, embarking on a journey together to solve the mystery.

Then, they sat together and began to carefully plan the follow-up investigation.

The two of them chatted enthusiastically, discussing every detail that might affect the outcome.

From how to obtain key clues to how to deal with possible emergencies; from analyzing the probability of various possibilities to evaluating the pros and cons of each plan one by one... they consider every aspect and do not miss any subtle details.

As time passed, the sun gradually set, and the golden afterglow poured into the room through the window, giving the entire space a light orange-red hue.

However, they were completely oblivious to this, still immersed in their in-depth discussion of their action plan. Before they knew it, the sky outside the window had quietly approached dusk.

At the same time, in the seemingly peaceful and harmonious daily life of the upper realm, all kinds of gossip are like flying catkins in the spring, filling people's ears in every possible way.

Whether in the streets or in palaces, these rumors always spread at the fastest speed and become the topic of conversation for everyone after dinner.

In such an atmosphere, on this day, He Yihuan was sitting at his post as usual, concentrating on dealing with the complicated affairs at hand.

Suddenly, without warning, a clamorous noise reached his ears. He frowned slightly, paused what he was doing, and listened. After some analysis, he realized that the noise was coming from the next room, not far away.

Out of curiosity, He Yihuan quietly stood up, tiptoed to the wall, and put his ear to it to try to hear what was happening.

All that could be heard coming from inside the house were the loud and low voices of several immortal friends, who were happily chatting about all sorts of strange stories about the underworld.

Some of these stories sound so absurd and bizarre that people can hardly believe their authenticity; others are full of thrilling plots that make people jaw-dropping.

But no matter how bizarre the contents of these stories were, they had an indescribable appeal that made everyone present listen attentively and with great interest.

"Have you heard? The current Demon Lord of the lower world was actually killed by a young friend from the Wuliang Sect!" An immortal friend dressed in a white robe and with an elegant temperament could not hide his excitement, and shouted to his companions beside him with his hands and feet dancing.

"What? Is this true? This is really shocking!" Upon hearing this, another immortal friend who was wearing a blue Taoist robe and had a handsome face widened his eyes instantly, opened his mouth so wide that an egg could be stuffed in it, and his face was full of disbelief.

"That's right, that young man is just over thirty years old, but his cultivation has already reached the tribulation period! When we were at his age, we didn't know where we were practicing hard. Now it seems that although the cultivation world in the Dongxu Realm has been rumored to be declining in recent years, this young man's strength is quite amazing!" The immortal friend who spoke first continued to narrate this shocking news with great interest.

At this moment, He Yihuan, who was standing not far away, overheard their conversation and was shocked. "Oh my god, that damn girl! How could she, already in the Tribulation Crossing Stage, still be fighting with that old scoundrel Youjun? Isn't she afraid of the Ascension Thunder Tribulation causing trouble for her?"

While he was secretly complaining in his heart, his brows were furrowed and his face was full of worry, as if a thick dark cloud was slowly pressing down on his head.

He Yihuan knew Jiang Qingwu's temper very well; he was notoriously stubborn.

Once she decides to do something, even if ten cows pull her together, there's no way she can change her mind.

He Yihuan began to rush around anxiously, shuttling non-stop from place to place. He first came to the cave of a fairy friend, who greeted him warmly when he saw him.

"Brother He, why are you in such a hurry?" asked the immortal friend with concern.

He Yihuan told his immortal friend all about his worries and predicament. After listening, his immortal friend frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and said, "Thunder tribulations are sent down by Heaven according to each person's destiny. How can we easily control them?"

He Yihuan's heart sank, but he didn't give up. He continued to ask his fellow immortals if there were other ways to deal with it. The immortal friend shook his head helplessly, saying that he was powerless.

Disappointed, He Yihuan immediately went to the residences of other immortal friends. Every time he arrived at a place, he asked with hope, but the answers he received were exactly the same.

"Thunder tribulation is the power of heaven, beyond human power to contend with."

"This is a fixed number, and we cannot change it."

"You'd better find another way."

These answers made He Yihuan feel extremely frustrated and anxious, but he still continued to explore tenaciously.

He was unwilling to give up because he knew that once the thunder tribulation came, Jiang Qingwu would be in great danger.

In the process of finding a solution, He Yihuan worked tirelessly day and night.

He visited all the immortal friends he met after ascending to heaven, but was never able to obtain any effective information or solutions.

What he never expected was that his frequent and urgent actions were inadvertently known by the mysterious "Zhuguangji".

"Don't worry about Jiang Qingwu. Everything has its predetermined fate." Zhu Guangji spoke slowly, his tone as calm as the water in a deep pool.

After hearing this, He Yihuan couldn't help but feel confused and was skeptical about what Zhu Guangji said.

But after careful consideration, he decided to temporarily stop his blind search and instead focus all his attention on the crucial matter that Zhu Guangji was investigating.

At the same time, in another corner, Jiang Qingwu was sitting there quietly regulating his breathing and healing his injuries.

As time passed, her originally snow-white face finally regained a faint trace of blood color, and her originally disordered and rapid breathing gradually became much more stable and smooth.

However, what is worrying is that even in a coma, her brows are still slightly furrowed, as if even in her sleep, her mind is still constantly thinking about the difficulties and obstacles she will face in the future and how to deal with them.

He Yihuan, who was far away in the upper realm, was still filled with deep worry and concern about Jiang Qingwu's condition in his heart, but at this moment he understood that all he could do was to suppress his uneasy emotions for the time being and devote himself wholeheartedly to the urgent task at hand.

Because only by completing these missions as soon as possible will there be more opportunities and abilities to help Jiang Qingwu overcome difficulties.