531. Chapter 517: Enfeoffment and Allegiance
Above the palace hall, fist-sized Night-Luminous Pearls illuminated the interior with brilliant light.
Graceful mermaids and clam girls shuttled back and forth within the hall, holding giant clam shells filled with various fine wines and delicacies. Fragrant qi rose upwards, converging near the hazy Night-Luminous Pearls at the top of the hall, forming a patch of misty qi.
Seated on coral chairs behind dozens of long tables were Important Figures of the Underworld: Deputy Chairmen, Councillors, either Princes and Grand Dukes of the Vampire Clan, or Great Chiefs of the Orcs.
Although they had never seen such extravagance as this Dragon Palace, and the long tables before them were laden with all sorts of delicacies, everyone's complexions were gloomy, and no one was in the mood to pick up the chopsticks in front of them.
Their gazes were fixed intently on a Black-Robed Elder sitting at the head table. The Black-Robed Elder slowly picked up a small, paper-thin slice of white conch meat with ivory chopsticks, dipped it in the wasabi dish in front of him, then put the conch meat into his mouth and chewed it carefully. The next second, under everyone's gaze, hot tears flowed from his eyes.
This Deputy Chairman of the Dark Council forced himself to swallow the conch meat, which had stimulated tears because he had put too much wasabi on it, and put down the ivory chopsticks in his hand. He looked at the crowd present and said faintly, "Everyone, you already know the Big Boss's meaning. From now on, I will temporarily act as Speaker, managing the Dark Council on her behalf."
Although some of the High-level Staff of the Dark Council had unpleasant complexions, they all nodded in understanding. After all, the Big Boss was right next door! Even if they were dissatisfied, they could only endure it.
"The authority of the Speaker (Dark Council), what great authority!"
The Black-Robed Elder said faintly, "I have lived from the Middle Ages until now, lived for so many years, seen many things, and personally witnessed the history of human civilization's development from ignorance to civilization!"
Some of the High-level Staff of the Dark Council looked at him in confusion, not understanding what this newly appointed Speaker (Dark Council) was going crazy about.
Everyone present was an elder who had lived for hundreds, even thousands of years. Are you trying to show off your seniority here? Gently spreading his hands, the Black-Robed Elder lowered his eyelids and swept his gaze over the dark creatures present with a mocking look that made their faces burn. "The authority of the Speaker (Dark Council), if it were ten or twenty years ago, I would be so happy I couldn't sleep. Really. Oh, although I haven't slept for hundreds of years already!" The Black-Robed Elder mocked himself.
"But do you know how I feel now, huh!? Speaker (Dark Council)! Compared to the opportunity to become a god, what does the Speaker (Dark Council) count for? Shit!" The Black-Robed Elder couldn't help but curse. "I have lived for over a thousand years, and this is the only time I have come close to becoming a god. Everyone knows what a great and glorious existence the Big Boss is. That is a god walking in the Mortal Realm, high above. No, He is the King of the Gods, Supreme, the Heavenly Emperor who rules over everything!"
"You, you, and you, and of course, including me," the Black-Robed Elder pointed at each of the High-level Staff of the Dark Council with his joints, which were so dry that only a thin layer of skin remained, and finally pointed at himself.
"Why are we insignificant dark creatures favored by this Crowned One's gaze? Is it because of our weak strength? No, it's because of Speaker Selina!"
"The reason the small Dark Council could enter that One's eyes is because Speaker Selina is here. If it weren't for her, perhaps we would have already become part of the Myriad Souls Banner or the White Bone Banner!"
"Duke Nicholas, vampire blood is excellent ink for drawing Yin Attribute Talismans. You must have sold a lot of blood from your Clan Dependents to Heavenly Soldier Valley in exchange for benefits, right!"
The Black-Robed Elder turned his gaze towards a Middle-aged Man wearing a tuxedo with a pale complexion.
The Middle-aged Man coughed twice, avoiding the elder's gaze.
"And you Orcs, your physiques are excellent materials for Jiangshi Refining!"
Hearing the Black-Robed Elder's words, those Minotaurs and Trolls all had very unpleasant complexions. On the other hand, the Great Chiefs of the Werewolf Clan looked very relaxed.
"Do you Werewolves think you have Deputy Chairman Lucian as a backer and are fearless?" The Black-Robed Elder sighed. "I originally wanted to decline this position and give it to Deputy Chairman Lucian, but it's clear he doesn't want to take over this mess.
As far as I know, Lord Lucian is currently listed under the Position of Venerable Kui Wood Wolf among the Twenty-Eight Mansions in the Heavenly Court's Divine Immortal Registry. In our words, he has already Ignited Divine Fire and Ascended to the Divine Throne!"
"Everyone, we originally had this opportunity too, but we messed it up. Lord Selina originally wanted to win us an opportunity to show our faces before the Big Boss, but we messed it up!"
All the dark creatures present lowered their heads. Yes, it was truly embarrassing! "Now the Big Boss's God's Kingdom is rising towards a higher level, and the Heavenly Court's territory will encompass innumerable worlds.
Without Lord Selina's protection, our Dark Council's influence in the competition with The Church and The Syndicate will gradually be lost, and we might even fall to the true bottom layer!
There will be no place for any of you in the God's Kingdom!"
Everyone present immediately had even uglier complexions, and they even began whispering among themselves.
The Black-Robed Elder coughed lightly and slightly raised both hands.
The whispering in the Great Hall immediately stopped, and all the dark creatures turned their gazes towards him, hoping that this new Speaker (Dark Council) had a good method.
After all, no one could just watch the opportunity to become a god slip away before their eyes.
Duke Nicholas even stood up and nodded towards the Black-Robed Elder, saying, "Respected Lord Chairman, do you have a good method to break this deadlock?"
The Black-Robed Elder nodded solemnly.
"What I want to discuss with all of you today is precisely this issue!"
He coughed lightly and said, "Before leaving office, Speaker Selina pleaded with the Big Boss and secured ten years for us. In these ten years, our Dark Council will be fully responsible for the development of This World. We need to produce enough merits to prove ourselves!"
The Black-Robed Elder leaned his hands on the long table in front of him, looking down at the crowd. "I think you should all be clear that this is the last opportunity for our Dark Council!"
"Everyone, I hope you bring all the strength you have, all the tribesmen and bloodline of your clans, and all the resources and firearms you have accumulated over the years, and bring them all to This World. It's time for us to fight with all our might!"
"Lord Chairman! What about the supernatural powers of This World? We have all seen them. This World is not lacking in terrifying existences, god-demon like existences. Without the Big Boss's support, it will be difficult for us to take down this land!"
A dark wizard dressed almost identically to the Black-Robed Elder stood up, his tone hesitant.
"Are you afraid, Nickels!" The Black-Robed Elder's face, hidden beneath his cloak, faintly showed two clusters of green phosphor fire rising.
Nickels subconsciously took a step back. The look in his eyes when he looked at the Black-Robed Elder again carried a hint of fear and unwillingness. He had heard long ago that after Goldman had fawned over the Speaker (Dark Council), he had obtained some "demonic cultivation methods" from her! While filled with contempt for this guy Goldman, Nickels also felt some regret. If he had been the first to fawn over and grovel to Speaker Selina, would the position of Speaker (Dark Council) and the opportunity to learn this miraculous Eastern magic have fallen to him?
"That's not what I meant, Speaker Goldman!" There was no medicine for regret in the world. All Nickels could do now was offer a dry explanation to Goldman, his former old rival.
While Goldman was enjoying the pleasure of his former mortal enemy bowing before him, his gaze swept over the High-level Staff of the Dark Council, finding that everyone's expressions were very conflicted.
Clearly, after witnessing the Big Boss's magical combat with the true powerful ones of This World, fear had arisen in their hearts.
"Useless!" Goldman cursed inwardly, and had to take a deep breath. "I know what you are afraid of. Don't worry, the Big Boss has already formed a covenant with the most powerful supernatural power in This World, 'K'un-Lun'! Once god-demon level enemies appear, K'un-Lun's powerful ones will step forward to resolve them!"
"At the same time, Hell in This World is also our ally. The Death God there will cooperate with us in Hell. What we need to do is very simple: with the cooperation of our allies, take down the Land of Faith in The West for the Big Boss. Everyone, I remind you again, this is our last opportunity!
I don't expect to have a place on that high Circulatory Heaven Immortal Registry Divine Immortal Registry list! According to the information I have received, the Big Boss intends to implement an enfeoffment system in various worlds, enfeoffing gods one by one to manage the worlds for Him!" Goldman deliberately lowered his voice, but his words caused the entire Great Hall to instantly become so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.
One by one, the High-level Staff of the Dark Council heard the scene Goldman described, and their eyes almost turned scarlet.
"If I find out who is dragging down my path to godhood, believe me, I will make them suffer punishment more cruel than being burned by hellfire!"
As Goldman spoke, the two clusters of green ghost fire beneath his black robe actually revealed a strange red light.
Seeing Goldman's strange appearance, the crowd of the Dark Council showed no fear at all. Instead, they started clamoring.
"Lord Chairman, you don't need to threaten us with this matter. We understand the priorities. All the bloodline of the seven clans of the Vampire Coven will obey the Council's dispatch!" "Our Blood Ox Clan will send all our adult tribesmen here. In the past ten years, our clan's population has more than quadrupled. We have plenty of capable lads!"
"I have some connections with Old Pete from Heavenly Soldier Valley and can cut in line to procure a batch of magic tool talismans!"
The Dragon Palace Side Hall instantly became a scene of uproar. The clamoring discussions of the high-level staff of the dark clans reached outside the hall, causing the shrimp soldiers and crab generals standing guard at the door to peek inside curiously.
Inside the Dragon Palace Main Hall, Tang Song sat at the head seat. The Underworld Cauldron in his hand rose into the air, transforming into a cauldron-shaped black mist, about an acre in size, suspended high above the Dragon Palace, trembling slightly.
As this black mist trembled, all the myriad Aquatic Race within the Dragon Palace felt a tremendous pulling force from above their heads. Their souls involuntarily floated upwards, wanting to leave their bodies and throw themselves into the black mist.
"Disaster!" The Dragon King looked at the sudden incident involving the Underworld Cauldron, feeling his heart tremble. He wanted to cast a magic technique to protect the Dragon Palace, but under the black mist formed by the Underworld Cauldron, his soul and nascent divinity also seemed to be immobilized.
Just as the Dragon King was secretly lamenting, Queen Mother of the West, seated opposite Tang Song, had a solemn look. She formed hand seals with both hands, and a gold hairpin appeared in her hand. She flicked her finger, and above the Dragon Palace, waves of starlight shone down. The starlight flowed endlessly, surrounding the black mist formed by the Underworld Cauldron, like a Milky Way separating the black mist from the Dragon Palace, looking incredibly miraculous.
If an ordinary Golden Immortal was fortunate enough to obtain an Innate Spiritual Treasure, none of them would spend thousands of years of hard work, slowly polishing and nurturing the spiritual treasure, carefully refining the innate restriction formations within it, wishing they could worship it like an ancestor.
Inside the Underworld Cauldron, Tang Song's Twelve Ancestral Witch Avatars, including Dijiang, Gonggong, Xuanming, Zhurong, and Zhulong, spared no magic power to set up the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Great Array, releasing endless demonic fire, violently breaking the innate restriction formations within the Underworld Cauldron, primarily using the method of forcing its way through.
And you know what, this Underworld Cauldron actually responded to this approach. Layer after layer of innate restriction formations were violently broken, and the primordial spirit imprints left by Taishan Fujun within the innate restriction formations were pulled out little by little.
Innate restriction formations layer by layer, all left behind Boss Tang's marks. The interior of this cauldron also gradually took on his shape... Inside the God Prison within the Underworld Cauldron, which was as vast as a Small World, twelve Demon God Ancestral Magi stood in their respective positions. Endless demonic fire spewed out from the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Great Array, burning the entire space.
The vast, boundless Netherworld Sea had been burned dry by the demonic fire, but ripples appeared layer after layer in the Void Space, like the marks of air being burned under high temperature. Those were the internal innate restriction formations of the Underworld Cauldron beginning to manifest.
Innate restriction formations replaced the Netherworld Sea, manifesting as a solidified Black Blood Sea. The Blood Sea surged, and rolling blood waves rose tens of thousands of meters into the sky, enveloping the Twelve Ancestral Witch Avatars layer by layer.
For a time, the surging Black Blood Sea filled the entire God Prison space, making the entire space pitch black. Only the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Great Array stood high in the high altitude, motionless. The Twelve Ancestral Witches continuously changed their forms, and the twelve All-Heaven Nether King Banners above their heads also rotated rapidly, like reefs in the center of the coast, spewing out endless demonic fire, burning the blood sea below.
In the midst of the blood waves and black mist constantly hitting the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Great Array, there were countless ferocious Yaksha and Evil Ghost, all hundreds of feet tall, holding weapons such as blades, forks, hooks, and thorns, swarming forward, advancing relentlessly, rushing towards the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Great Array. In the blink of an eye, they were burned into wisps of ash by the demonic fire released by the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Great Array. But the Yaksha and Evil Ghost evolved from the innate restriction formations seemed endless, growing more and more numerous, finally densely packed, squeezing forward with the black mist and blood waves.
However, the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Great Array, known as the fiercest in the Jambudvīpa World, was naturally not that simple. With just one change in formation by the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the demonic fire spewing out from the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Great Array transformed into streams of primordial fiendish qi. The Evil Ghost and Yaksha evolved from the innate restriction formations, upon contact with the primordial fiendish qi, were immediately dissolved, turning into part of the killing intent. In the end, the primordial fiendish qi surrounding the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Great Array became more and more abundant, almost forming twelve chaos dragons stretching for ten thousand miles, wantonly devouring everything in this space.
Not only were those Evil Ghost and Yaksha refined by the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Great Array, but even the blood sea and black mist were also assimilated by the primordial chaos fiendish qi.
It was like a piece of white paper stained with ink. As more ink was poured, the ink marks increased. In the end, the white paper was also dyed into an ink paper! Soon, with the strange laughter of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the howling of the myriad ghosts and Yaksha also grew louder and louder. In the end, the entire Underworld Cauldron space was like a world-shattering event, with thunderclaps all around, earth, fire, water, and wind howling, the noisy sound like a boiling pot of porridge being cooked over a fierce fire, *Hua La! Hua La!* as if a heavenly catastrophe had descended.
As twelve streams of black energy wrapped around the All-Heaven Nether King Banners rushed out from the Underworld Cauldron and fell behind Tang Song, disappearing into his Three Flowers, the cauldron-shaped black mist rotated and slowly descended. In the end, the black mist no longer looked like a cauldron, but like a human form, revealing faint points of magnificent orange light within.
When the black mist landed in front of Tang Song, this humanoid black mist gradually transformed into the appearance of a black-robed Daoist. This Daoist's appearance was seven or eight parts similar to Tang Song's. He nodded towards him and transformed into a black light, falling into the Three Flowers above his head.
Refining an Innate Divine Artifact did not increase Tang Song's magic power by much, not even as much as the last time he refined that Main God Component, refined part of the Supreme God's essence soul, and gained several cosmic epochs of magic power cultivation base.
However, after refining the Underworld Cauldron, the reincarnation and rules of life and death of This World slowly integrated into Tang Song's understanding, especially the Soul Dao.
The innate objects from the two worlds, the Underworld Cauldron and the Soul Stone, allowed his understanding of the rules of the Soul Great Dao to leap to a state of complete understanding, completely comparable to some Ancient Golden Immortals from the Netherworld who specialized in this Dao.
In Tang Song's eyes, black and white spiritual light subtly rotated, and a hazy aura that dared not be looked at directly gradually spread from inside his body, lofty and profound, ancient and majestic! Feeling the aura on Tang Song's body, Queen Mother of the West's gaze slightly narrowed. However, thinking that the two were now allies, her complexion quickly returned to normal.
"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist, your Dao cultivation has greatly advanced!" Queen Mother of the West withdrew the starlight formed by the gold hairpin and nodded towards Tang Song to congratulate him.
Tang Song said calmly, "Just a small gain! Fellow Daoist has a deep innate foundation and has obtained the "Mysterious Jade Scripture of the Western Sovereign"! I believe you will soon achieve Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown and attain the Golden Immortal Dao Fruit!"
Queen Mother of the West slightly bowed towards Tang Song, revealing her fair, jade-like neck. "I also thank Fellow Daoist for bestowing the scripture. Fellow Daoist, rest assured, I will abide by the Heavenly Dao Oath, and K'un-Lun and the Heavenly Court will forever forge a covenant!"
Queen Mother of the West had not expected that after reaching cooperation with the Daoist before her, he would directly give her a true scripture that pointed directly to the Golden Immortal Dao Fruit.
The conditions were merely for K'un-Lun to develop This World for him, which involved collecting cultivation supplies, spreading faith, establishing a mutual market, and a series of other matters that seemed trivial in Queen Mother of the West's eyes.
What was the value of a true scripture that was perfectly suited to her and pointed directly to the Golden Immortal Dao Fruit? No one understood this better than Queen Mother of the West, an Ancient God who had been stuck at the Half-step Golden Immortal stage for thousands of years. It was simply a guiding light in the vast, dark night.
Queen Mother of the West was surprised by Tang Song's generosity. For Tang Song, there were countless cultivation mystic arts in the Yanfu World Source Imprint. Trading a true scripture for a Golden Immortal level enforcer was not a loss for him.
The reason he chose to cooperate with Queen Mother of the West was that as he developed various worlds, his manpower was severely insufficient. Even with the existence of mass production Dao Soldiers and mechanical lifeforms like Decepticon robots, Iron Soldiers, Parademons, Yellow Turban Warriors, and Angelic Legions.
These Dao Soldiers and robots were fine for conquering worlds, but occupying a world and ruling a world were ultimately different. Ruling a world required enough management talent, and the Heavenly Court had only been established for less than ten years, so there weren't many usable hands.
Although Tang Song had quietly placed a mystic art for Outer Body Incarnation and a true scripture for the Second Primordial Spirit on Lane's office desk, he couldn't just work one donkey to death!
Furthermore, Tang Song needed resources, not to waste all his energy and resources on ruling individual worlds.
Therefore, when he received Queen Mother of the West's request to use his resources, Tang Song extended an olive branch to her. K'un-Lun had ruled This World for hundreds of thousands of years and had its own foundation. For him, this was undoubtedly an excellent partner.
He did not require Queen Mother of the West's loyalty. As long as he and Queen Mother of the West each took what they needed, they could indeed call each other Fellow Daoist.
While Tang Song and Queen Mother of the West enjoyed the song and dance of the Aquatic Race beauties and tasted the fine wine of the Dragon Palace, they casually, in a few words exchanged during pleasantries, decided what K'un-Lun needed to do in This World for the next period of time.
This included, but was not limited to, cooperating with the Heavenly Court's manpower to conquer other Divine Pantheons, collecting various cultivation supplies and heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and cooperating with the Heavenly Court's Missionary Group to spread teachings. The Dragon King, listening to their conversation from the side, felt his mouth parched and occasionally licked his lips. Between the two of them, they casually divided the future landscape of the Cultivation World in This World.
Looking at Queen Mother of the West, a hint of envy showed in the Dragon King's golden eyes. He took a big gulp of wine and comforted himself, "Fortunately, I knelt early. Although I can't call myself Fellow Daoist with this One like Queen Mother of the West, at least I was promised the vacancy of Dragon God of Rain!"
Although he had sold the entire Aquatic Race to this Outer Heaven Visitor before him, and even sacrificed one of his sons, the Dragon King felt no heartache at all.
What the Dragon King envied was the true scripture bestowed upon Queen Mother of the West by this Great Heavenly Venerable. He had only promised this Great Heavenly Venerable to monitor K'un-Lun for him and was promised a divine rank as Dragon God of Rain.
If he were to completely conquer all the ocean Divine Pantheons in This World for this Great Heavenly Venerable, would his position be able to rise further?
While the Dragon King chuckled and complimented Tang Song and Queen Mother of the West, upon hearing Tang Song's requirement for K'un-Lun to conquer several other Divine Pantheons, he began to calculate the military force the Dragon Palace Aquatic Race could currently mobilize. Hearing this Great Heavenly Venerable say that he needed him to mobilize a batch of the Aquatic Race to another world to be at his disposal.
This time, he planned to send out his most capable dragon sons. He must perform well in front of this Great Heavenly Venerable.
Although the divine rank of Dragon God of Rain was good, he had also read Journey to the West. He was not content to be a mere rain god. He wanted to climb up.
He just didn't know who his immediate superior, the Primary God of the Water Department, was! The Dragon King speculated in his heart, considering whether to find connections and send some gifts.
At this moment, in an Inland Sea in the Great Luo Heaven of the Marvel Prime Universe, a black dragon coiled on the seabed, resting eyes, snoring like thunder. This black dragon suddenly raised its head and sneezed heavily.
Above this Sea Area, dark clouds instantly gathered, and a light rain began to fall.
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