93: Chapter 93 This humble monk, Huikong, today begs the Emperor to die.
Imperial Capital, Imperial City.
The monk gazed with a solemn expression at the Gate of the Dead World before him. That gate was like a gigantic black hole, radiating a suffocating, terrifying pressure that seemed to twist the surrounding air.
He knew that if he did not stop it, Great Zhou—no, the entire world—would face an impending catastrophe.
The monk slowly closed his eyes, appearing to be lost in thought.
However, the Gate of the Dead World did not grant him any time.
A pair of pale, powerful hands were slowly passing through the gate.
With just these hands exposed, the entire world began to tremble and wail.
The earth shook, the mountains and rivers swayed, and wild winds howled, as if mourning for the impending doomsday.
Beside him, Qin Xiaogan saw this scene, and a ghostly light flashed in his eyes.
[Name: Death God] [Trait: Harvest] [Status: Main God] [Divine Power: 6000] [Loyalty: 999999]
As expected, it was that bootlicker, the Death God.
"Sigh." A long sigh suddenly echoed across this desolate land.
Upon hearing this, Qin Xiaogan curled his lips and looked up at The Old Monk.
"Tell me, how many waves of destruction can this Great Zhou withstand?"
The Old Monk heard this but did not answer Qin Xiaogan, instead silently chanting a Buddhist name to himself.
"Amitabha."
Once the Buddhist name was chanted, The Old Monk radiated a peaceful golden light; the radiance was dazzling, like a scorching sun in the sky.
This golden light actually caused even the Death God's hands to tremble uncontrollably. The hands that had been stretching out without restraint now seemed to have met their nemesis, showing signs of retreating.
At this moment, low and eerie whispers came from within the Gate of the Dead World; an ordinary person would likely drop dead on the spot upon hearing them.
Subsequently, a massive surge of extremely evil and dark power rushed out from the Gate of the Dead World.
This power was like a black torrent, rapidly rushing towards The Old Monk's golden light.
Where the two collided, space itself twisted, and cracks like spiderwebs appeared, as if this space were on the verge of collapse.
Seeing this, Qin Xiaogan furrowed his handsome brows.
This old thing seems... a bit different?
[Name: Huikong] [Divine Power: 6000] [Trait: Universal] [Status: Main God] [Loyalty: -999999]
Qin Xiaogan's expression shifted slightly.
A Main God? When did this old bastard become a Main God?
Thinking of this, Qin Xiaogan's face suddenly froze.
Is there a possibility that he was a god all along, just not awakened?
"Boom!" A deafening roar suddenly rang out, as if to tear the entire world apart, abruptly interrupting Qin Xiaogan's thoughts.
The Death God's originally unstoppable form was actually temporarily blocked by Huikong. Now, the Death God could only roar and howl angrily within the Dead Realm, unable to do anything.
Seeing this, Qin Xiaogan's expression turned cold.
Before even seeing his subordinates, he discovered they were just a bunch of trash; no one would be in a good mood if that happened to them.
And just at this moment, the monk with a compassionate expression suddenly performed a standard Great Zhou military salute towards Qin Xiaogan.
He clenched his right fist and placed it over his left chest, speaking with a solemn and respectful expression: "I, Huikong, request the Emperor... to meet his death today."
Once these words were spoken, the world lost its color, and the winds and clouds suddenly changed.
Wild winds howled and swept in, as if trembling at these shocking words.
Upon hearing this, Qin Xiaogan was not angry at all; instead, he stared at Huikong with keen interest. His gaze was deep and sharp, as if wanting to pierce through Huikong's inner thoughts.
Qin Xiaogan said, word by word: "I would like to know, how will you make me meet my death?"
Huikong slowly opened his Buddha eyes, staring calmly at Qin Xiaogan's distinct black and white eyes, and said compassionately: "If the Emperor does not die, the gate of the world will not close."
"The common people of the world all depend on the Emperor alone. This humble monk is fearful, and today, I only ask the Emperor to willingly meet his death..."
"Hahaha, hahaha." Qin Xiaogan covered half of his face and laughed wantonly. The laughter broke through the clouds, as if he had heard the greatest joke in the world.
But strangely, only half of Qin Xiaogan's face was laughing ferociously, his features twisted to the point of madness, while the other half of his face remained calm, without a ripple. It looked terrifying, as if he had been forcibly split into two extreme existences.
"What do the lives of the common people have to do with me?"
"What I want are these common people of the world."
"Trash has no right to survive. Wouldn't it be... better to become my nourishment?"
Huikong pressed his palms together, shook his head slightly, his withered mouth trembling slightly, and repeated slowly: "I request the Emperor to meet his death!"