Starting with the Magic Absorption Technique: I swept through the fantasy world.

"From now on, everyone must refrain from speaking recklessly."

After drinking, Wang Mu returned to his room, and his friends followed him.

Why is the emperor being so harsh on us?

"Exactly, that guy doesn't look like a good person at all, why should we be polite?"

"Is the Emperor unable to defeat that guy just now?"

The crowd murmured amongst themselves, but the hot-tempered White Tiger couldn't stand it any longer.

"The guy you're talking about is Qiongqi, the current Demon Lord of the Demon Clan. He just used your lives as a threat to prevent that kid from making a move."

After saying that, Baihu also left, thinking to himself as he went, "He'll never get properly fed."

After Baihu finished speaking, everyone realized that the problem lay with them.

These days, Demon Lord Qiongqi has been leading the demon race in burning, killing, looting, and plundering, committing all sorts of evil deeds. No one can rival him. Qiongqi used the Linghai Sect as a hostage, and perhaps the Emperor has just killed Qiongqi.

Afterwards, Wang Mu also regretted it, thinking that he should have killed Qiongqi back then, even if there was a price to pay.

But it was all too late.

Back in the room, Wang Mu placed the black stone that Qiongqi had given him on the table, and everyone sat around it.

Do you know what this thing is?

Qiongqi wouldn't just casually throw a stone at Wang Mu; it might be some hot potato.

“It’s delicious,” Xiao Cheng was the first to answer.

However, this black jade possesses spiritual power, and it is abundant.

Wang Mu examined the black jade over and over.

It is over an inch in diameter, entirely black, and has a noticeable translucency under light. It has a certain weight and abundant spiritual power.

I can't see anything else.

"It's nothing more than an inner core or a secret treasure." The White Tiger was too lazy to look at it further, finding it too mentally taxing.

Wang Mu agreed with this point. To avoid unnecessary trouble, he put the black jade directly into his Qiankun bag.

Xuanwu looked at the side where Wang Mu's hair had been cut off.

"The more important thing right now is the hair that Qiongqi took."

What use would he have for hair?

Everyone was puzzled by Wang Mu's question.

"What if Qiongqi leaves after the massacre and frames you for something?" Nightmare analyzed.

“Or, in the place where the black jade was lost, let down your hair.” The white tiger flicked its tail.

Wang Mu grabbed a handful of his hair, annoyed, and said, "I should have been tougher just now and killed that guy directly."

Wang Mu was indeed terrified by Qiongqi at the time; perhaps he wouldn't have been so frightened if he had met it directly.

The main reason is that for the past few days, Wang Mu has been in a fear cycle of when Qiongqi will come and whether Qiongqi might come. Coupled with preconceived notions, this made Wang Mu think that Qiongqi was very scary.

It's human nature to regret everything.

Wang Mu didn't know when it started, but he felt that when he did some things, he was no longer as reckless and impulsive as he was at the beginning.

He indulged in his own pleasure, blindly enjoying the spiritual energy that people brought him, but that power ultimately came from faith.

He has become a source of inspiration for many, and his every move is constantly being interpreted by everyone.

Wang Mu gradually developed a sense of crisis.

He needs to be stronger, more confident, and more thorough; he needs to be responsible for those who believe in him.

Wang Mu sat alone in his room, staring at the map, analyzing the most likely scenarios and potential changes.

After several encounters, Wang Mu became increasingly certain that Qiongqi was a worthy opponent.

Looking at the ever-expanding territory of the demon Qiongqi on the map, Wang Mu couldn't help but notice the Martial Dao Sect and the Literary Dao Sect on the Immortal Spirit Continent.

The Demon Lord Qiongqi is different from the Demon God. The Demon God will make good use of branches like the Martial Arts Sect, but the Demon Lord will not.

The Martial Arts Sect also felt that the Demon Lord's recent disregard for them meant they could probably foresee becoming pawns soon.

Upon careful consideration, the Demon Clan would certainly not easily give up the Martial Arts Sect and let it benefit others.

There are only two possible outcomes: either they will not be completely wiped out, like the previous cities or tribes, or they will be outwardly ignored, waiting for a possible counterattack against the human race.

Wang Muyou looked at the demon race.

In recent times, both the human and demon races have been continuously suppressed as the victims of massacre.

Although the two groups have various barriers, it does not prevent them from uniting on such important issues.

Wang Mu discussed this idea with Yin Wang Mu and the elders.

Everyone agreed to the proposal.

Watching Wang Mu engage in a heated discussion with the crowd, Zhong Wanling and Cen Yimu, who were standing silently to the side, had complicated expressions in their eyes.

"I feel like the emperor is different now."

"Yes, he has matured a lot after going through so much."

During this time, Wang Mu also felt the intense gazes of the two men, but after they nodded in acknowledgment, he did not say anything else.

"Your Majesty, go and find the old Demon King of Snake Mountain."

Someone mentioned it, and everyone chimed in.

"Indeed, given the current situation, we can only wait and see if the Demon King will come out of seclusion."

"Old Wan Demon King did come out of the mountain before, and he may not fight again now."

"Well, I think Your Majesty should hurry up and unite with the Phoenix Clan and the Spirit Clan, clans you've dealt with before. That way, you'll have a better chance of success."

"You brat, take more men with you. I don't trust you to do this."

Everyone else was discussing the alliance with the demon race, but only Yin Wangmu was worried about Wangmu's safety.

"It's alright. After all, I am the emperor, and there are some things that only I can do."

A slight smile tugged at the corner of Wang Mu's mouth, and against his light-colored hair and skin, there was an inexplicable sense of fragility about it.

After that, Wang Mu set off.

“I’ll go with you.” Zhong Wanling gazed into Wang Mu’s eyes.

“Your Majesty, I will go with you too,” Cen Yimu echoed.

Wang Mu patted Zhong Wanling's and Cen Yimu's arms.

"You all stay at the Spirit Sea Sect. I have Baihu and the others."

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon."

Bai Xuanyue prepared new clothes for Wang Mu.

It was the same set from the dream, white brocade with gold patterns, and Bai Xuanyue even found Wang Mu that golden crown with two dragons playing with a pearl.

Standing next to Bai Xuanyue, who was dressed in black brocade with gold patterns, the two looked more like brothers than master and servant.

The two took to the air and headed towards Snake Mountain.

"Bai Xuanyue, did we know each other a long time ago, perhaps in a past life?"

Wang Mu kept his eyes fixed ahead, not on Bai Xuanyue.

There were too many questions; Wang Mu felt like he knew absolutely nothing.

Bai Xuanyue did not give a verbal answer, seemingly saying nothing, but she had already answered Wang Mu's question quite well.

Often, it's not about what the other person says, but about what they don't say.

According to the information Wang Mu currently possesses, many things in this world are related to him.

Although I am a time traveler, from which world did I come here?

What was your original name?

How many years have I lived?

Wang Mu has gradually forgotten most of his memories, and instead has been having strange dreams lately.

Wang Mu couldn't help but think of the black jade that Qiongqi had given him. Was that jade not related to anyone else, but to the one in his dream, or perhaps the one from his past life?