Long Live The Emperor!

Chapter 800: 22. Heavenly Dao, It’s Time to Settle the Debts!

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Pangu’s puppeteering was naturally different from the puppeteering in this world.

He used a secret technique to pour out energy.

It could be said that every puppet he made could use the power of the current realm.

For example, if everyone’s cultivation base was suppressed to the tenth layer, then the attacks of these puppets would be the tenth layer’s attacks.

This was equivalent to each puppet being a legendary martial artist in the human world.

However, because of the uniqueness and malleability of the puppets ‘bodies, Pangu even used his imagination to’ assemble ‘some puppets into Dharmakayas.

These were the thirteen puppets that were covered by the black cloth and locked in the iron cage.

These thirteen puppets were not ordinary Dharmakayas. Even though they did not have the overwhelming power of the fire tribulation, they were still not something that ordinary Dharmakayas could compare to.

One had to know that the ominous omen was only present during the fire tribulation…

This Wizard Puppet was extremely powerful in every realm.

They … It was alive.

They were living in an extremely special way.

Their power was shocking.

Especially now…

In this era where there were no eleventh level avatars, the terror of the puppet was even more evident.

However, Pangu was a very peaceful person. As the master of the Eternal Life Pavilion, he usually conducted some research in a low-key manner. Even if he encountered strange things like transmigrators in his previous life, he would communicate with them very kindly.

Before the dissection, they would even give the transmigrators a cup of coffee and talk about the scenery and culture of their hometown.

He didn’t like to show off anything he had.

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However, his foundation was very rich.

He didn’t care about the changes in the situation.

He only liked to do research everywhere…

Otherwise, if he had fought Xia Ji back then, it would be hard to say if Xia Ji would still be alive.

Xia Ji was really lucky.

In the beginning, Su Tian had secretly protected him for only a few decades.

After that, the transmigrators invaded and the ancestors were summoned away.

Otherwise, even if he was in the later stages of the Fire Calamity, Xia Ji’s own strength was terrifying. Coupled with the Black Emperor’s body, the outcome would be unpredictable if he were to face an existence like Pangu.

At this moment, Pangu had already poured all his power and calculations onto the Heavenly Dao.

He worked day and night to make the puppets. He only stopped when there were a total of 200 puppet squads and a million puppets.

At this moment, it was the beginning of spring, and the river had just thawed.

The situation in the world was chaotic, and the five great clans were fighting for the “corner of the land”.

In the Heavenly Yuan, Pangu, Bai Zhu, the Grand Supreme, Tiandao, Old Wu, and the entire Wu family were there.

This could be said to be divided into two major battlefields.

What the “corners” were fighting for was the general trend. The forces of the demonic sects, Buddhas, and devils were intertwined. The situation was extremely complicated. Every place seemed to be buried with bombs, which could trigger a series of battles at any time. It was unprecedentedly cruel and would not stop until one of them died.

The Land of Heavenly Origin, on the other hand, fought for the square inch and beheaded.

Pangu wanted to cut off the head of the Heavenly Dao.

He finished his ” work ” and walked to the mountainside. Looking at the continuous spring rain, he raised his head and took a deep breath.

As soon as he closed his eyes, the endless sounds of fighting and shouting rose in his mind.

He had lived for far more than ten thousand years. He had seen many talented, peerless, and powerful almighty beings who flew into the lonely and dead universe. The cold wind blew in the galaxy, and they never returned.

Even a rational and calm person like Pangu could not help but be distracted when he thought of this.

One had to know that many of those higher-beings were his friends.

There were also his former relatives, people he was willing to die for.

Those people were all dead.

Pangu knew that those people had become a part of the Black Tide, circling the human world in the boundless, deep, and cold galaxy as if they were destined, making detours again and again.

His thoughts flickered as he stretched out his hand and spread his fingers, facing the sky.

The spring rain dripped onto the veins on his palm like tears.

The past, a thousand years, ten thousand years, a hundred thousand years, a million years…It was like a dream.

Many things seemed to be still vivid in his mind, and many people seemed to be still in front of him.

Pangu closed his eyes.

Pa!

He clenched his fist and crushed the spring rain and air in front of him.

The mountain-like man’s eyes flashed with endless madness, and the corners of his lips curled into a ferocious arc.

“Heavenly Dao, it’s time to settle the score.”

a white candle is drawn to the top.

The Grand Supreme was still drinking hot water, he turned his head to look at Bai Zhu.

The two of them were not weak or stupid. They were the kind of existences who could control the overall situation, manipulate the various parties, and hide behind the scenes.

In his previous life, he had tracked Xia Ji and Little Su for thousands of miles in the Western Fire Field alone and severely injured them in front of the Mirage Monarch.

However…Pangu was too opinionated and reliable.

The two of them realized that as long as they followed Pangu, they could lose their brains. After all, a small group had too many bad brains.

Pangu had enough brains. With the two of them, it was completely a mess.

Thus, Bai Zhu and the Grand Supreme, who were obviously very powerful, were acting like two cute young girls at this moment.

The Grand Supreme was still drinking hot water, fully displaying the characteristics of an ancestor who had lived for many, many years-he was easily dazed.

A long time might have passed if he was in a daze.

“Time to set off,” said Bai Zhu.

The Grand Supreme replied with an ” oh “. She put down the teacup and then put down the white veil that was lifted from her head to cover her face.

“Did someone from the Wu family come out?” asked the Grand Supreme.

“No, we’re preparing to go in,” Bai Zhu said.

“Go in …”

The Zenith’s reflex arc reacted for a while and was still reacting.

However, this reaction was no longer a daze.

She was just thinking about her teacher.

Why did she inherit her teacher’s title?

His teacher had died in battle in the name of the Daomerge.

Inheriting his name meant following in his footsteps, going to the same place and facing the same existence-the Heavenly Dao.

Bai Zhu saw that she had been in a daze for too long and asked again,”What’s wrong? Are you in a bad state?”

The Grand Supreme’s eyes regained their clarity. Suddenly, she felt her chest was blocked and her eyes were a little wet.

” If you’re in a good condition, ” Bai Zhu said, ” you should adjust it as soon as possible. Pangu is calculating the time and planning the time to attack. ”

“It’s not bad, I…” The Grand Supreme said in a daze.

“Let’s go then.”

“Yes.”

Zenith followed Bai Zhu to the exit of the mountain. The two of them were powerful partners.

With the attack of the Grand Supreme and the support of Bai Zhu, the two of them could play countless tricks together.

Rustle, rustle, rustle

The spring rain of the Heavenly Cloud Mountain was endless. It was like the coldness of death, the freezing of melting, and the resentful souls that filled the sky.

Pangu seemed to have finished thinking. He saw that the sky was about to darken, and the weather in the small world was actually the same as the weather in the outside world. Therefore, tonight was a stormy night, and it was also the time to attack.

One puppet team after another walked out of the mountain.

If one were to look down from above, one would see the silent army heading towards the depths of the Cloud Mountain.

This departure was heaven-defying!

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