81: Chapter 81 Terrifying the Holy Lord

Inside the Golden Throne Hall of the Great Xia Divine Dynasty, there was dead silence.

The atmosphere in the hall was heavy, and fear spread.

On the dragon throne, Li Zhan, wearing the nine-dragon imperial robe, scanned the crowd below with a dignified expression.

On both sides of the hall, the civil and military officials of Great Xia stood straight.

The Aura emanating from them made the legs of the "guests" in the hall go weak.

The dozens of people standing in the center of the hall—which one of them wasn't a heavyweight figure in the Eastern Wilderness?

The Emperor of Yuhua, the Holy Lord of Nine Heavens, the Emperor of Dayan, the Master of Eternal Mountain.

In the past, they were all masters who held high positions.

Holding the power of life and death over billions.

But now, they were all bowing their heads and hunching their backs.

Like a herd of livestock waiting to be slaughtered, not daring to even breathe loudly.

A eunuch stepped out. His voice was shrill and long.

"The Emperor of Yuhua, Zhao Wuji, congratulates Great Xia on unifying the Eastern Wilderness and specially presents the nation-protecting divine object: one Nine-Turn Resurrection Grass!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Emperor of Yuhua felt immense heartache and tremblingly took out a ten-thousand-year warm jade box from his Storage Ring.

The jade box opened. A medicinal fragrance instantly filled the entire hall.

A golden Spiritual Plant lay inside, surrounded by nine halos of light.

Just one whiff made the whole body feel comfortable, as if one could live a few more years.

This was a true Undying Divine Medicine.

Even if a Great Saint were beaten to their last breath, eating it would allow them to jump around again.

This was the lifeline of their Yuhua Dynasty.

"Good stuff," a Great Xia military general whispered.

The Emperor of Yuhua's face turned pale; his heart ached so much he could barely breathe.

"The Holy Lord of Nine Heavens, Wang Teng, presents the sect-protecting treasure: one piece of Star Divine Iron!"

The Holy Lord of Nine Heavens, with a pale face, held out a piece of metal the size of a human head.

That thing was impossibly heavy.

The metal was terrifyingly black, with countless star spots moving on it, causing the surrounding space to distort.

It was an Imperial Weapon Material that could not be found anywhere else in the Eastern Wilderness.

"Eternal Mountain."

"Dayan Dynasty."

Piece after piece of legendary treasures.

Treasures that even a Saint King would break their heads fighting over.

Were just like that, presented by these leaders of the Eastern Wilderness.

A remnant page of an Imperial Scripture.

A reverse scale of a Primordial True Dragon.

And a Fountain of Eternal Life overflowing with vitality.

Soon, a treasure mountain piled up in the center of the hall.

Radiating with treasure light, dazzling and eye-catching.

Every Holy Lord and Emperor who presented treasures felt unbearable pain.

As if a piece of their heart had been dug out.

How they wished this were all a dream.

Just then, a lazy voice drifted from the inner palace.

It clearly entered everyone's ears.

"It's alright, they're all just little trinkets."

The Holy Lords and Emperors present were so angry they couldn't speak.

Little trinkets?

Which of these items, if taken out, wouldn't incite countless slaughters in the Eastern Wilderness?

These were all sect-protecting treasures.

But now, they had become "alright" "little trinkets"?

This was simply a great humiliation to them.

But before they could recover,

The next sentence made them doubt if they had heard correctly.

"Little Zhanzi, have someone move these things to the back garden; give them to Changsheng and the others as toys."

"Little Zhanzi?"

"Toys?"

These two words caused their expressions to change drastically.

They were terrified.

They looked in fear at the Great Xia Emperor, Li Zhan, on the dragon throne.

Wanting to find any trace of displeasure on his face.

But they were disappointed.

Li Zhan stood up directly from the dragon throne.

He bowed respectfully towards the inner palace.

"I obey the Old Ancestor's decree!"

His attitude was extremely natural.

As if giving these divine objects to children as toys was the most normal thing in the world.

Boom.

All the Holy Lords and Emperors were stunned on the spot.

They were dumbfounded.

They watched helplessly as Li Zhan waved for eunuchs to come and start moving that "treasure mountain."

Their hearts filled with unspeakable absurdity and terror.

The Emperor of Yuhua, Zhao Wuji, had an ashen face.

That "Nine-Turn Resurrection Grass" was the lifeline of his Yuhua Dynasty.

It was his greatest reliance for attempting to break through to the Great Saint Realm.

Now.

This Undying Divine Medicine was going to be given to a toddler as a toy?

He couldn't accept it.

Intense curiosity and unwillingness.

Made him make the boldest decision.

He wanted to see what kind of "Immortal" was in the back garden of Great Xia.

Worthy of playing with such "toys."

Zhao Wuji secretly activated a secret technique.

He separated a strand of Divine Thought, as thin as could be.

Carefully, very carefully, avoiding the Restriction.

It probed deep into the inner palace.

The Divine Thought passed through pavilions and towers.

Soon it arrived at a back garden.

The Spiritual Qi here was dense, almost solidifying.

Immortal flowers bloomed in the garden, and divine springs tinkled.

It was more exaggerated than the lair of their Holy Land.

Zhao Wuji's Divine Thought dared not look too much.

It directly locked onto several figures playing on the grass.

Then.

His Divine Thought froze.

What did he see?

A little boy of about three years old was sitting cross-legged on a rock.

He was holding a palm-sized small bronze hammer in his hand.

Happily tapping a broken bronze bell in front of him.

Clang, clang, clang.

The crisp sound rang out.

The power of the sound waves was astonishing.

That bronze bell.

Zhao Wuji's heart skipped a beat.

That was clearly a damaged Imperial Weapon.

The Imperial Might on it could kill a Saint King as easily as playing.

Now, it had actually become a child's drum?

He hadn't recovered from this scene yet.

The Divine Thought saw the side.

A smaller little girl, wearing her hair in a topknot.

Was giggling while holding a jade bottle.

Drip by drip, she was pouring the divine liquid full of vitality inside onto a wild flower.

"Wow, drank the water, bloomed flowers!"

The little girl's voice was crisp and sweet.

Zhao Wuji was terrified and lost color in his face.

What was in that jade bottle was the Immortal Divine Spring condensed from the Fountain of Eternal Life.

A single drop could let a Saint live for another hundred years.

She was actually using this stuff to water flowers?

What made him collapse the most was the other end of the grass.

A toddler still crawling.

Drool flowing from the corner of its mouth.

Hugging a pitch-black fire poker.

Chewing hard with his not-yet-fully-grown baby teeth.

Crunch, crunch.

Chewing quite vigorously.

When Zhao Wuji's Divine Thought saw the ancient patterns on that piece of wood clearly.

The Aura of primal creation emanating from within it.

His Divine Thought almost dissipated.

World Tree.

That was the branch of the World Tree, which legend says supports a Great World.

This thing, even an Immortal would have to worship it like an ancestor upon seeing it.

Now.

It. Had been used as a teething stick.

"Pfft!"

Inside the Golden Throne Hall, the Emperor of Yuhua, Zhao Wuji, shook violently.

Bleeding from his seven orifices.

The blood was mixed with shattered specks of Divine Soul light.

He let out a miserable scream.

His whole body fell straight backwards.

Bang.

A dignified Emperor.

A top powerhouse of the Eastern Wilderness.

Just like that, in front of everyone, bleeding from his mouth and nose, he fainted.

The remaining Holy Lords and Emperors in the hall were all scared senseless.

They looked at Zhao Wuji, who was lying on the ground, barely breathing.

Their hearts were filled with extreme fear.

What on earth did he see?

What kind of scene.

Could cause a Saint King's Divine Soul to be damaged and cause him to faint on the spot?

At this moment.

That lazy and playful voice sounded in their minds once again.

"Sigh, I already said they were toys for the children; why did someone take it seriously?"

This sentence was the final straw.

All the standing Holy Lords and Emperors.

Could no longer hold on.

Their legs went soft, and they all knelt to the ground in unison.

Each one was too scared to make a sound.

The Great Xia Forbidden Ground is unfathomable.