After being demoted, my 300,000-strong army trampled the imperial city!

"There are restrictions." Ling Xue received some information. The map did indeed point to a temple of gods, but there were rules restricting entry. Anyone below the level of a god could enter, and each fragment could bring ten people.

"In that case, shall we gather our men and meet here again in a month?"

Black Hawk offered his opinion.

Ling Xue and Lan Minghao had no objections. Since it concerned the inheritance of the Martial God, they had to be extremely careful.

Moreover, all parties agreed not to leak the information, lest it attract other imperial forces and lead to a fierce battle.

"It's natural."

Nobody's stupid. With the intervention of an Emperor-level force, neither Tianmen nor the Blood Fiend Sect could withstand it; only the Southern Sea Abyss could hold out.

The Southern Abyss wouldn't invite even stronger enemies for nothing; wouldn't they rather feast on their own? At least for now, it seems that Ling Xue's group, together with Black Wolf's forces, can't defeat the Southern Abyss unless they each summon Emperor-level allies.

The parties then parted ways.

Chen Futu and his party returned to Tianmen.

Along the way, the old man on the ancient road was frowning. There was a great emperor in Tianmen, but the great emperor was already lying dead. Once he was dug out, he could not be buried back. This was the greatest secret of Tianmen.

Chi Xiao said, "As far as I know, the Blood Fiend Sect is similar. They only have one peak Quasi-Emperor who has one foot in the Great Emperor realm. If they don't break through soon, they will die."

The question is, with the Temple of Gods so close at hand, should you take a gamble to advance and gain more lifespan, or continue to bury yourself in the True Essence Mine to preserve your life essence and remain bedridden?

This is a problem that Tianmen needs to consider. Chen Futu doesn't care at all. Let alone a few Great Emperors, even if the Styx Ancestor came with an Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon, Chen Futu would still break a few of their teeth.

"The sect is considering taking four ancient saints and two quasi-emperor elders with them, along with some core disciples for training. How many people do you need to take?" Xu Mingzhu asked.

Ling Xue shook her head. "There are only three of us. You can have the other spots, but if we encounter any danger, we hope Tianmen will lend a hand."

"Of course, it is only right that our sect protects you because we have taken advantage of your opportunity."

Xu Mingzhu represented the sect in the negotiations. The higher-ups of Tianmen were quite shrewd; they knew that Xu Mingzhu and Ling Xue had a good relationship, so having her negotiate on their behalf was better than losing face and asking for a spot.

Chen Futu was quite displeased. It was infuriating that his precious disciple's fragmented spot had been given away for nothing. However, it was a chance for his disciple to have good fortune. With him as the master behind him, it wouldn't matter how many others came. He could just snatch it away directly.

In the following period, Tianmen investigated the Blood Fiend Sect. Some inside information said that the Blood Fiend Sect's lineup was roughly the same, with four Ancient Saints, Blood-Clad Marquis, and Kun Nu. The most troublesome thing was that it was unclear whether that peak Quasi-Emperor would go.

As the one-month deadline approached, a great upheaval occurred deep within the Heavenly Gate. An old man on the verge of death emerged, his condition similar to that of the old woman in the Southern Sea Abyss. He had one foot in the coffin, his life force waning and he was about to pass away. He decided to take a gamble this time. If he could obtain the Martial God's inheritance and advance further, that would be ideal. If he couldn't, he would take the Blood Fiend Sect's old man with him on his deathbed.

Because the Blood Fiend Sect's reach has grown longer and longer in recent years, the creatures of this realm seem to have forgotten that there is still a Great Emperor living in the Heavenly Gate.

"Congratulations to our ancestor for coming out of seclusion!"

"Welcome ancestor!"

Countless disciples knelt in the square, and the ancient Dao and the female clan members at the quasi-emperor level were also extremely excited.

The patriarch left the ancient land, intending to fight to the death. If he could capture it, the position of Heavenly Gate could be secured; if not, he would drag the Blood Fiend Sect down with him.

Chen Futu watched all this from the shadows, and a slight ripple stirred within him.

An aging emperor has finally gotten his chance, so the upcoming imperial war will be extremely fierce. If I'm not mistaken, the forces secretly observing the Heavenly Gate might realize something, and there's a high probability that an imperial-level force will intervene.

"I think so too. The next move may be uncontrollable, and if necessary, we must prioritize our own lives."

Chi Xiao's expression wasn't very pleasant.

As a Quasi-Emperor of the Upper Three Heavens, one can hold one's own against a peak Quasi-Emperor, but one is no match for a Great Emperor, especially these old fogies who are nearing the end of their lives. For the opportunity to advance, they will definitely fight to the death to achieve the ultimate sublimation. If someone enters the extreme realm, things will get really interesting.

Chen Futu smiled, unconcerned.

He didn't want to kill the Great Emperor and weaken his future fighting power, but if necessary, he would still kill him. A billion system points were still pretty good.

Late at night, Chen Futu summoned the system and spent 100 million points to exchange for the exclusive divine power of the Martial God Style.

"Received. Deduct 100 million system points to match the host with a suitable martial arts technique. Please wait."

After the system finished speaking, Chen Futu had a little more information in his mind.

"Congratulations, host, you have matched the first divine power of the Martial God, Purple Qi Comes from the East."

"Purple Air Coming from the East?"

"A killing move that resembles the phenomenon of the moon rising over the sea, its power is unimaginable and its killing range is extremely wide."

The system explains what "Purple Qi Comes from the East" means: if the modified version of "Rising Moon Over the Sea" is considered a high-burst single-target damage skill, then "Purple Qi Comes from the East" is an area-of-effect damage skill.

Chen Futu couldn't help but laugh, "That's right, if my blood is integrated into the Purple Qi East, then there's no need to worry about the Earth Vein Clan."

A day later, the fleet set sail for Black Sand City. Although it was only a team of twenty people, its combat strength was very strong. After all, there was one Great Emperor, three Quasi-Emperors and four Ancient Saints. In addition to Chen Futu and Ling Xue, Tianmen also brought ten core disciples, among whom Xu Mingzhu was.

These disciples are the future hope of Tianmen. This journey is somewhat dangerous, but if they can overcome it, they will surely rise to great heights and give back to the sect.

Ling Xue transmitted her voice, "Brother Chen, I'm worried that there are Emperor-level forces waiting for us. What if they try to snatch up the spots?"

"Don't worry, even if they try to steal it, Tianmen will protect the three of our spots."

Before Chen Futu could finish speaking, an unfamiliar imperial aura pressed down from afar, and the small flying boat swayed precariously under the overwhelming pressure.

"Who is coming?"

The Heavenly Gate Ancestor opened his withered eyelids, and his thin body unleashed an imperial aura that concealed the murderous intent.

"Hehehe, Heavenly Gate Ancestor, I thought you had already passed away long ago."

A chubby old man arrived, stepping through the air. He was a Great Emperor in relatively good condition, but his aura was not as powerful as that of the Heavenly Gate Ancestor.

"Who do we have here? It's you, you fat monk."

The Heavenly Gate Ancestor recognized the other party. Jutie Mountain was a Great Emperor-level Daoist temple, slightly stronger than Heavenly Gate. The key was that this Great Emperor's blood energy was still quite good, so he hadn't declined to the point of self-isolation.

Fat Monk laughed heartily, “Brother, it’s fate that we meet. I heard you have twenty spots, why not give up ten and let me have some fun too?”

"what?"

Everyone on the airship was astonished.

How did they know there were twenty spots available? Did someone leak the secret?