Undying Life

Chapter 709: Chapter 709: The Peculiar Micro World

Everyone looked at Zhong Shan, noting the small stool before him.

Sima Ce and the other immortals watched with a mocking attitude. To them, a mere Emperor Extreme Realm cultivator being given a stool was already generous, and it served to intimidate the others. If everyone sat down, it would establish Sima Ce's dominance, making the subsequent negotiations easier.

Kong Lietian, Gu Zhengyi, and Ying, the three sovereigns, looked at Zhong Shan. None of them sat down, understanding Sima Ce's intentions. They also knew that Zhong Shan was not one to be easily bullied; he always found a way, even in the most difficult situations.

Zhong Shan looked at the stool with a faint smile. Did these immortals really think they could treat him as an easy target?

A stool? Zhong Shan would never sit on it. While a great man can adapt to circumstances, this was a moment to stand firm.

Zhong Shan's eyes turned cold.

"Please," Sima Ce urged Zhong Shan again, emphasizing the importance of making him sit.

A powerful aura pressed down on Zhong Shan. Sima Ce wanted to crush him both mentally and physically, using an overwhelming force that felt like a gale threatening to knock him over.

At that moment, Di Xuan Sha stepped forward, shielding Zhong Shan from the gust. The forceful wind halted abruptly as if it had hit a wall, leaving Zhong Shan unaffected as he continued to stare at the stool.

Sima Ce frowned, eyeing Di Xuan Sha seriously.

Suddenly, Zhong Shan lifted his foot and kicked the stool away.

"Boom!" The stool rolled across the ground.

This unexpected action left everyone stunned. Sima Ce couldn't believe it. A mere Emperor Extreme Realm cultivator dared to act so defiantly in his 'world'?

The three sovereigns raised their eyebrows. Zhong Shan was indeed unpredictable. Even if he refused to sit, kicking the stool away was audacious.

The Ten Earth Immortals also looked puzzled, black lines forming on their foreheads.

Zhong Shan kicked the stool away, then extended his hand, summoning a majestic emperor's throne—the Nine-Dragon Heavenly Seat.

"Boom!" The powerful throne landed with a thunderous crash, shaking the ground. This was a true emperor's seat. Clad in his dragon robe, Zhong Shan stepped up and sat down.

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Sima Ce was momentarily dumbfounded. What kind of person brings their own chair?

"Hahaha!" Ying laughed heartily in approval. He kicked his throne aside and summoned his own grand dragon seat.

"Boom!" Ying's dragon seat landed. Clad in his black dragon robe, Ying stepped up and sat down.

Another one? Sima Ce's eye twitched.

It wasn't just one. Each of the sovereigns—Gu Zhengyi and Kong Lietian—summoned their respective dragon thrones, kicking aside the provided seats and sitting down comfortably.

The conflicts of the Micro World were internal affairs. Against hostile outsiders from the Great Thousand World, they naturally presented a united front, temporarily setting aside their differences.

Once the four emperors were seated, their respective attendants stood aside, all eyes turning to Sima Ce.

Sima Ce realized his first tactic had failed. He glared at Zhong Shan with intense malice.

This strong malice seemed to infect the Taotie, who was devouring its snacks nearby. The Taotie suddenly sensed its master's anger and became furious as well.

With eyes turning blood red, the Taotie spotted Zhong Shan and pounced.

"Roar—!"

The Taotie let out a deafening roar and lunged at Zhong Shan, its massive jaws wide open, ready to devour him and his throne in one bite.

Everyone was caught off guard by this sudden attack. Sima Ce watched but did not intervene, allowing the Taotie to charge at Zhong Shan.

Di Xuan Sha was about to intervene, but Zhong Shan signaled him to stand down. Di Xuan Sha complied, though he remained vigilant.

As the Taotie's foul breath approached, seemingly about to swallow Zhong Shan whole, a sharp, clear sound rang out from the dragon throne.

"Eek—!"

It was the cry of the Eight Extremities Heavenly Tail. Despite its crisp tone, it carried a sense of fierce anger.

Upon hearing this sound, the Taotie's entire green-skinned body bristled with spines, its mouth snapped shut, and it abruptly retreated.

The Taotie's face was filled with terror, as if it had been scared out of its wits by the strange cry.

Seeing the Taotie's sudden retreat, Sima Ce's face turned pale. What was happening? Today seemed to be going horribly wrong.

What was that cry just now? How did it frighten the Taotie so much?

Sima Ce was puzzled, as were the other Earth Immortals. However, Shen Qitian and Shenya Daojun knew exactly what had happened. That sound was unmistakable—it was the beast that had devoured the Purple-Gold Patterned Dragon Staff and the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife. There was no mistake; it was the same cry.

But where was that beast hiding?

After the initial fear subsided, the Taotie seemed to realize its mistake. The earlier terror wasn't from a remembered beast but a deep-seated, instinctual fear. What was there to be afraid of?

"Roar—!"

The Taotie roared fiercely at Zhong Shan again.

"Sima Ce, is this how you treat your guests?" Ying asked indifferently.

Sima Ce's face turned even darker. He glanced at Ying, then at Zhong Shan.

"Go eat the spirit stones. We don't need you right now," Sima Ce said, trying to soothe the Taotie.

The Taotie glared at Zhong Shan for a while longer before reluctantly returning to its pile of spirit stones.

This farcical situation was not what Sima Ce had planned. His carefully prepared strategy had turned into a debacle. For the first time, he felt that this micro world was truly bizarre. He had never suffered such a loss before, yet here he had taken a major hit without any recourse.

"Immortal Sima?" Shen Qitian suddenly called out.

Sima Ce turned to look at Shen Qitian, a flicker of confusion in his eyes. Shen Qitian looked so much like someone from Sima Ce's past, creating a complex mixture of emotions within him.

"Hmm?" Sima Ce questioned, puzzled.

"Earlier, from your tone, I gathered that there was someone in the Great Thousand World who looked very much like me. Who was he?" Shen Qitian asked with a frown.

Sima Ce furrowed his brow, considering Shen Qitian. He didn't see the need to hide the information.

"There once was a great sage of the monkey clan with the surname Sun. Unfortunately, he perished, leaving behind eighteen monkey clan disciples, all of whom took the surname Sun. Among them, 'Sun Shen' was one of the most notorious, known as the 'Monkey Demon.' However, he was ultimately killed by a group of immortals at 'Liuzhang Cliff' in the Great Thousand World. I happened to be there and saw him. Apart from the difference in demeanor, his appearance was nearly identical to yours," Sima Ce explained solemnly.

"Sun Shen?" Shen Qitian murmured, frowning slightly.

"Enough. Let's get on with this so-called Luntian Conference," Ying interjected calmly.

Everyone turned their attention to Sima Ce.

Sima Ce glanced at Ying, feeling an inexplicable inability to see through him. Even Ying's attendant was an enigma. There was something strange about this Qin Emperor.

The same applied to Kong Lietian and Shenya Daojun; Sima Ce couldn't discern their true strength, as if they were shrouded in a mysterious fog.

Sima Ce found this increasingly peculiar. Could the techniques of this micro world be so miraculous that even he, a celestial being, couldn't see through them?

When he looked at Zhong Shan, Sima Ce could discern his cultivation level—Emperor Extreme Realm Seventh Layer—but the strength of Di Xuan Sha beside him was indiscernible. What kind of strange micro world was this?

Seeing Gu Zhengyi, Sima Ce felt somewhat reassured, but Shen Qitian's appearance still troubled him.

This micro world was indeed peculiar and sinister.

"Alright, let's begin," Sima Ce took a deep breath and announced.

Everyone focused on Sima Ce.

"The purpose of the Luntian Conference is to discuss the fate of this world and the future of this micro world," Sima Ce stated.

"Fate? Are you here to divide up our world?" Kong Lietian sneered.

"No, not to divide," Sima Ce replied with a wicked smile.

Not to divide? Did he intend to take it all? The group glared at Sima Ce coldly.

"Over a hundred years ago, near the Taichu Holy Court in the Great Thousand World, there were severe spatial disturbances. A micro world seemed on the verge of collapse. I believe you all know what I'm talking about. During that time, I gathered information on Shenzhou. It became clear that an ancient being, Gu Shentong, had attempted to create a new world but failed. Is that correct?" Sima Ce asked casually.

"Are you saying that when Gu Shentong attempted to open a new world, the Great Thousand World responded significantly?" Ying inquired, furrowing his brow.

"The heavens were filled with auspicious clouds, countless rainbows soared to the sky, celestial music played, and illusions of countless immortals appeared, all accompanied by spatial tremors. It was more than just a significant response," Sima Ce recalled.

Ying nodded, tapping his dragon throne lightly as if deep in thought.

"What do you intend?" Kong Lietian asked, his voice cold.

"With the manifestation of the Holy Court's vision, it is a sign from the heavens. Gu Shentong's failure was due to his inadequacy. The appearance of the Holy Court's vision indicates that this micro world is destined to collapse soon. Someone will reopen the heavens and establish a new heavenly court, achieving a new Holy Court's world," Sima Ce said firmly.

"Oh? And you plan to...?" Kong Lietian glared at Sima Ce.

Everyone more or less understood Sima Ce's intent, their gazes turning icy.

"I intend to reopen the heavens!" Sima Ce declared resolutely.