A Long Grind to Daoist Monarch

Chapter 432 - 259: Five Emperors, Four Inverts

The grand figure let out a low laugh, as if with a hint of teasing.

"The Five Emperors are ’Emperor You’, ’Emperor Ming’, ’Emperor Chan’, ’Emperor Ying’... "

Zhu Mingyu replied fluently.

Each aristocratic family and powerful authority nearly worship the Five Emperors once a year, with great ceremony.

The foremost Taoist Sect of the current era is the Five Directions Emperor Palace, an extremely exalted status.

"Then, how many Protectors does the Four Reversals Demon Sect have?"

The grand figure asked again.

"Muscle Bodhisattva, Bone Asura, Pimo King, Meat Diamond, Blood Martial Saint..."

Zhu Mingyu’s words abruptly halted, she was incredibly wise, naturally understanding the Grand General would not shoot without aim.

These two questions undoubtedly contained profound meaning.

Five Emperors?

Four Reversals?

What connection do the two have?

Could it be...

Zhu Mingyu’s throat rolled, as if there was an incredibly shocking answer she dared not speak aloud.

"Three thousand years ago, the Five Directions Emperor Palace claimed divine mandate, while the Four Reversals Demon Sect spoke of obtaining lineage from the Fallen Immortal.

How did our Supreme Emperor seize the world? By the Five Emperors slaying the Fallen Immortal, causing the Turbid Tide to recede, clearing the Divine Land.

The Six Mysterious Divine Soldiers also came from that time.

Five Emperors, Four Reversals, originally of one lineage, talking of ’Tao’ and ’Magic’."

The grand figure remained as usual, serene, yet his words struck Zhu Mingyu like thunder, her mother devoutly revered the Five Emperors, fasting every month.

For three thousand years, tales of the Five Emperors steadying the Dragon Court abounded, almost callousing her ears.

Yet the Grand General stated, the Five Emperors and Four Reversals were kin?

"No matter what the Four Reversals Sect is concocting, this Grand General knows. Let Mao Yichang present the Withered Revive Wood, all his demands can be granted."

The grand figure pondered briefly, his tone unyielding, after deciding, the grand figure moved like a mountain, gazing down at Zhu Mingyu.

This already Divine Power Giant Grand General flicked his finger, like thunder crashing, its momentum more fierce than the storm outside, the maid named "Huan’Er" instantly disintegrated, like sand collapsing, utterly obliterated.

"On the eighth of June, it’s foster father’s grand birthday, this grand gift will suit."

...

...

"Do I impersonate Erzhu Ghost’s replacement?"

Chen Yin felt Chen Xing was whimsically imaginative, he wasn’t Pimo King, why should he enter silently into the flesh of a Divine Power Giant through a mere seed of incense?

"I remember you told me, the first time you saw Ah Qi, he was blessed by the Four Great Protectors."

Chen Xing cleared his disciple’s path ahead, beginning to converse alone with Chen Yin.

"Is it possible he could obtain the ’Wugou Sutra’?"

Chen Yin paused for a moment, unable to help but curse:

"Why doesn’t Ninghai Zen kill you, also ending the disaster! Ignoring the rare White Sun Taoist, you want to deliver Bai Qilang to the Four Reversals Sect?"

Chen Xing was equally torn inside, after careful deliberation, finally spoke:

"The ’Wugou Sutra’ has spiritual nature, chooses its master on its own, if Ah Qi catches its attention, how could it not be tempted?

Old Chen, you often boast, claiming Three Yang’s top talent, half a month is enough for you to master it.

Moreover, that broken scripture will provide insights, it makes no sense otherwise."

Chen Yin remained unmoved, continued cursing:

"You truly lack virtue, Chen Xing! As Sect Leader, I am unique, exceptional, why spoil the good times, seize a decrepit old man’s flesh shell, just because his elderly scent is strong, daily bathing in Spiritual Liquid?"

Chen Xing accepted calmly, quite like turning the cheek to dry, continued persuading:

"Old Chen, don’t be angry, what’s wrong with being Zhao Pijiang’s foster father? A Divine Power Giant calls you father, even as White Sun Sect Leader, you wouldn’t have such treatment.

Besides, it’s a prime opportunity to enter the capital to meet the emperor. For three thousand years, ancestors traversed Red County Divine Land, never finding the Nine Heavens Star Ring.

According to my analysis, it must be in two places, the Five Directions Emperor Palace, or Dragon Court Central Hub.

Old Chen, if you could leverage Erzhu Ghost’s identity, enter the capital to discover this artifact, ignite it.

You’d surpass all Three Yang Sect predecessors, your plaque worshipped at Ancestor Hall, you’d stand higher than other ancestors..."

Chen Yin’s thoughts clashed, like struggling with the divine, since ancient times, every leading sect leader, their thoughts are never less than surpassing their founding forerunners.

An opportunity to surpass ancestral masters and become the singular, who wouldn’t yearn for it.

"What are the odds?"

Chen Yin gritted his teeth asking.

"Thirty percent."

Chen Xing candidly informed.

"Damn you to hell..."

Chen Yin cursed again.

"My mother, isn’t she also yours? You’re so unfilial, Old Chen."

Chen Xing like an autumn breeze, heard but ignored, continued on his own:

"Thirty percent suffices. Even at our peak, how certain were assassination attempts on Old Thief Erzhu? Infiltrating the Grotto Heaven, bypassing restrictions, still having to halt Zhao Pijiang... Added efforts, not even twenty percent."

Chen Yin slumped on the Spirit Platform, though he wished to dismiss Chen Xing’s roaring nonsense, without flesh the White Sun Sect Leader knew he couldn’t spend eternity as a lonely ghost.

Even achieving Ghost Immortal, breaking death barriers, without prenatal mysteries, finding suitable shelter for reincarnation remains difficult.

At least another thirty to fifty years.

"Erzhu Ghost... he’s really too ugly, full of pockmarks.

If the Sect Leader truly became him, I’d never dare mirror again, damn unlucky!"

Chen Yin sighed deeply.