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Chapter 1718: Accessing Eighteen Levels of Sequence
“Dead?” Lu Yun repeated dully. “The original emperor is dead?”
He looked blankly back at the radiant world of sequence behind him, disbelief suffusing his eyes. Lu Yun didn’t believe it and wasn’t willing to believe it. How could the emperor of the original Hongmeng, one who’d ruled an era, be dead?
“Mm,” Di Yin nodded. “I saw it with my own eyes. His subordinates were also slaughtered down to the last. Only insignificant small fry such as us survived.”
He relayed all of this with great dejection. The clansmen that he’d tried so hard to protect had also been overrun after the original emperor died.
“Eighteen experts of the same level? So eighteen heavyweights that’d accessed eighteen levels of sequence?” Ao Qin frowned. “There should be only a handful of them in the yang tomb. if there’s more… Ah, they must be from the other tomb realms. They’ve probably realized something and decided to gather together to kill the strongest leader first.”
“Where’s the body of the original emperor?” Lu Yun still couldn’t quite believe it, but it seemed that he had no choice. Formula dao showed him that the Di Clan had been ended—only Di Yin was left.
Without the original emperor’s protection, the clan immediately went mad given the atmosphere on the field. Some even turned on their own family members. If Lu Yun’s guess was right, the original emperor had brought them here so they could enter the world of sequence once it opened. They would be able to cultivate inside like Lu Yun once had in Myriadsea World.
Di Yin’s family wouldn’t have been eradicated if the emperor was still alive.
“There is nothing left of the emperor.” Di Yin’s mood began to stabilize and he gnashed his teeth. “His Majesty fell into a trap set by the others because he wanted to stop the mindless slaughter taking place. For that, he is dead without an intact corpse. Lu Yun!!” he shouted since he knew the young man’s name. “You can have the Imperial Seal, but you must take revenge for His Majesty!!
“…forget it,” Di Yin sighed wretchedly with his next breath. “You’d just be going to your death with your current strength. Not even the emperor was a match for them.”
Di Yin was a talented person; he’d previously suffered in silence only because he wished to protect his family. Now that his family was no more and his ancestor fallen, he might be impulsive, but he would never attempt something brash in the face of overwhelming odds.
“With those two shitstirrers here, did they not try to save the emperor, not even once?” Ao Qin frowned. His fragmented soul had escaped the tombs because they’d secretly helped him. Since there was no body to be found, that didn’t necessarily mean the original emperor was dead.
“Ah…” Lu Yun thought for a bit. “Forget about the original emperor for now, we should get out of here! I’ll send you two out first!”
He set his jaw decisively. Since the original emperor was either dead or missing, that meant they had no support in the tomb. They might be attacked at any second, so the situation had become too dangerous.
“Leaving?” A resonant voice descended from the sky while an enormous golden dragon head poked out of the void. “Where do you think you’re going, little friends?”
A golden dragon darted out of the void and coiled in the air, staring fixedly at those present.
“That emperor of the original Hongmeng left behind a great treasure after his death—the Imperial Seal. Hand it over.” He emitted a long croon that sealed off the premises with radiant aureate light.
He was seventeen levels of sequence, just like Ao Qin, but he didn’t recognize his race’s greatest genius. Ao Qin had adjusted his appearance and aura, and it was common knowledge that the favored son of the dragons had died.
“The dragons were also involved,” Di Yin ground out. “The dragon king also attacked the emperor!”
“Lu Yun, how about I give you a grand gift?” Ao Qin padded forward and looked intently at the golden dragon. “Dare you accept it? He’s Jin Zun, the son of the golden dragon emperor. Do you have the guts to accept this gift??”
Humm!
Ao Qin’s magnificent halberd appeared in his hand before Lu Yun could respond. The dragon genius returned to his true appearance of a young man in blue robes with golden armor over them.
“Ao Qin?! Aren’t you dead?!” Jin Zun jumped with shock when he saw his challenger. Disbelief filled his eyes.
“You kill him. I won’t be able to end the life of someone at this level even if you beat him to near death.” Lu Yun shook his head. Hellfire couldn’t kill something at seventeen levels of sequences yet—their cultivation levels were too far apart. He would hack and hack at the dragon without making any headway. Plus, there was no guarantee that Jin Zun would become his Inferum in death.
It seemed that fifteen levels of sequence was his current limit. Each level beyond fifteen represented a world.
Boom!
Ao Qin ignored Lu Yun and abruptly magnified his halberd. It stabbed viciously toward Jin Zun’s massive body.
Still reeling from shock, Jin Zun was caught off guard and sent flying from a single sweep. Pale-gold dragon blood sprayed through the air, accompanied by a massive roar.
“Are they enemies with each other?” Lu Yun asked in a shaking voice as he watched the titanic fight.
“The Aos of the azure dragons are the race’s royal clan and the direct descendants of the azure dragon ancestor. The golden dragons are the strongest clan beneath the azure dragons and have always threatened their position,” Chu Xingran explained. “Ao Qin’s death most certainly had something to do with them.”
“I thought the dragons would be very united,” Lu Yun gently shook his head.
“What unity is there between creatures of intelligence? Any profit that is sufficient enough will entice them to turn on each other.” Chu Xingran curled this lip.
Boom!
Another explosive collision rang out and an enormous golden dragon head fell down from the sky, slamming into the ground at the group’s feet.
Rumble!
White light erupted from Ao Qin’s body, a light that was uncannily similar to the strength in the Scroll of Shepherding Immortals.
It was God’s core essence.
Seventeen halos of light shimmered into existence behind Ao Qin’s head—indicative that he’d accessed seventeen levels of sequence. The white light that seemed so similar to God’s core essence slowly coalesced into an eighteenth halo. It came down over the dragon’s body and he stabbed his halberd at the horizon, blasting a world into existence.
Great daos intersected in the world and order formed chains of sequence. It was the sea dao sequence of the dragons!
Eighteen levels of sequence!
Ao Qin had broken through to the eighteenth level!
etvolare's Thoughts
Okay, I don't think anyone believes that the emperor is dead, yeah?