Chapter 182 Undercurrent
North Sea,

The pitch-black waves were rolling in, and the white icebergs were standing tall on the sea.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, with occasional lightning flashing through them, accompanied by thunder, which seemed particularly terrifying.

The sea and the sky were one color, and except for the occasional seabird flying by, the entire scene was dark and desolate.

In this extremely cold sea, a huge iceberg stands above the waves like an eternal palace.

At this moment, a bright starlight suddenly appeared in the sky, cutting through the sky and illuminating the entire sea.

The starlight gradually condensed and finally turned into a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing luxurious Taoist robes in front of the iceberg.

He was dressed in luxurious imperial robes, cloud boots on his feet, and an imperial crown on his head. An aura of righteousness emanated from him, and even in the severe cold of the North Sea, his majesty was not diminished in the slightest.

The person who came was none other than one of the Four Imperial Gods of Heaven - the Great Emperor of the Upper Palace of Gou Chen.

The Emperor's gaze penetrated the snow and stopped in front of a huge iceberg. He said in a deep voice, "I have come to visit you, Daoist Xuangui."

As soon as he finished speaking, the seemingly calm iceberg suddenly shook violently, and the glacier on the surface began to break, splashing around like glass fragments.

Amidst the deafening roar, an enormous black turtle slowly emerged. Its carapace was like a mountain, covered with a thick layer of ice, and its ancient lines bore the marks of time.

The black tortoise slowly raised its head, and its eyes were like two bright lamps, shining in the wind and snow.

His voice was deep and powerful, echoing in the silent sea: "Fellow Daoist Gou Chen, what brings you to my humble abode?"

The Emperor smiled calmly and said, "I came here today to visit you. First, I want to see you, and second, I have something to discuss with you."

The black tortoise nodded slightly, as if he had expected it: "Please go ahead, sir."

The Emperor Tianhuang looked solemn, took a deep breath, and slowly said: "Hongmeng Purple Qi has appeared, and the opportunity for Daoist friend's revenge has come!"

He told all about the turmoil in the underworld some time ago and the news that the Hongmeng Purple Qi fell into Yang Ling's hands.

The black turtle was silent for a moment after hearing this, and its eyes slowly closed, as if it was thinking about something.

After a moment, it opened its eyes again, with a helpless tone: "Then Yang Ling was able to take away the Hongmeng Purple Qi while being chased by Minghe and Kunpeng. He must have an extraordinary origin, right?"

"You are wise, fellow Taoist." The Emperor of Heaven nodded, "Yang Ling is a disciple of the Saint of the Human Religion."

After hearing what Emperor Tianhuang of Gou Chen said, Xuangui was silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head, with a hint of determination in his voice: "If I offend the saint, I will die. This opportunity is not something I can grasp."

The Emperor raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes shot towards the black tortoise like lightning, and asked in return: "Are you still alive now?"

The black tortoise was stunned for a moment, as if this question hit him deep in his heart.

It was silent for a long time, then lowered its head and muttered to itself: "I am dead..."

As these words were uttered, the figure of the black tortoise began to fade away, and a tremendous amount of resentment emerged from its body. The sky was filled with dark clouds of sorrow, and the entire sky of the North Sea was darkened by this resentment.

Emperor Gou Chen Tianhuang looked at the scene in front of him and was not surprised.

He knew that the real Black Turtle of the North Sea had already died miserably in the catastrophe at the end of the ancient times.

At that time, the two races of witches and liches fought a war that almost ended in annihilation. The ancestor of witches Gonggong crashed into Mount Buzhou, causing the sky to tilt to the northwest, the earth to sink to the southeast, the prehistoric continent to break into pieces, a big hole torn in the sky, and the weak water of the Milky Way flooded the human world...

In order to save the lives of the people, the sage Nuwa used the Nine Heavens Xi Ran to control the floods, and refined five-colored stones to repair the sky. However, due to the lack of Mount Buzhou, the giant pillar supporting the heaven and the earth, the heaven and the earth were still slowly coming together.

So the Jiejiao saint Tongtian swung his sword to kill the North Sea Black Turtle, and took its four legs to serve as the four pillars to support the heaven and earth from then on.

The Black Turtle of the North Sea was originally a congenitally sacred being that was born when heaven and earth were first separated, but it had never transformed into a human form and had been hiding in the North Sea, living in peace with the world. Unexpectedly, it suddenly encountered misfortune.

After its death, it had no way to release its resentment. It usually sleeps in the glacier, still thinking it is still alive.

At this moment, it was awakened by the Emperor of Heaven, and its resentment reached its peak. There was a trace of pain and struggle in its voice: "Yes, I have died long ago, but a trace of resentment still exists, clinging to this iceberg.

Now I am just struggling to survive in this endless cold and loneliness..."

A trace of ferocity flashed in the eyes of the North Sea Black Turtle: "If that's the case, then why should I be afraid of the majesty of the saint? If I can take this opportunity to seek justice for myself, then I, the Black Turtle, will die without regrets!"

Upon seeing this, the Emperor Tianhuang's eyes flashed with satisfaction, and he slowly said, "Since Daoist Xuangui has made his decision, I will wait for your good news."

After saying this, the Emperor Tianhuang's figure flashed, turned into a stream of light, and disappeared in the wind and snow.

The black tortoise had a complicated look in his eyes.

It no longer wanted to be the vengeful spirit that could only survive in the cold.

Even if the road ahead is full of thorns, it will still try. Even if it ends up in pieces, it will make those saints who once hurt it pay the price.

The black tortoise slowly closed its eyes, and its resentment gradually condensed into substance. The Emperor of Heaven continued to rush northward in the cold wind, his goal being the abyss further north, which was the Beiming Abyss, the residence of the ancestor Kunpeng.

Walking on the clouds, he passed through patches of freezing cold sky until he came to an extremely deep abyss. The sea water here was a deep ink color, and the bottom was unfathomable. It was the legendary North Ming Abyss.

He stood on the abyss and said calmly: "Daoyou Kunpeng, Gou Chen came to visit you specially."

A moment later, the sea water shook violently, and a figure rose into the air, transforming into a burly old man. His eyes were as deep as the abyss, and the aura on his body seemed to distort the surrounding space.

Ancestor Kunpeng nodded slightly, stretched out his hand and the sea water parted, revealing a passage leading to the deep seabed.

"Fellow Daoist Gou Chen, it's been a long time, please come in."

The two of them slowly descended along the passage, and finally arrived in front of a wide crystal palace. Inside the palace, the glazed tiles emitted a faint blue light, like a dream.

In the palace, Patriarch Kunpeng personally poured a cup of tea for the Emperor of Heaven. The fragrance of tea filled the air, refreshing and pleasant.

Patriarch Kunpeng asked with a smile: "It's rare for Daoist Gou Chen to come to my Bei Ming. I wonder what the purpose of your visit is?"

The Emperor of Heaven picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then said bluntly: "I came here for the Hongmeng Purple Qi."

When Patriarch Kunpeng heard the words "Hongmeng Purple Qi", his expression instantly became solemn, and a hint of reminiscence flashed across his eyes.

The Tai Chi diagram that suppressed the ancestor of the Styx appeared in his mind like a nightmare.

After a moment of silence, Patriarch Kunpeng put down the teacup in his hand, and said in a cold voice: "Daoyou Gouchen, this is very important and involves a lot of things. I don't want to get involved. Daoyou, please go back."

The Emperor frowned slightly, his eyes were sharp as a knife, he spoke slowly, with a hint of provocation in his voice: "Daoyou Kunpeng, are you afraid of something? Have you been frightened by that saint?"

Ancestor Kunpeng remained silent, but a sneer appeared on his face, as if he was mocking the other party, or as if he was mocking himself.

Seeing this, the Emperor of Heaven continued, “Now is the period of the Great Tribulation, no one can calculate the secrets of heaven, not even saints.

This is a godsend opportunity for us to seize the Hongmeng Purple Qi. If we miss this opportunity, there will be no chance at all!"

After hearing this, Patriarch Kunpeng finally spoke.

A sneer flashed across his face, and he said sarcastically, "Yang Ling has a saint to protect him. Once he encounters danger, the saint will sense it... Why do you think you can snatch the Hongmeng Purple Qi from him?"

The Emperor of Heaven shook his head, looking calm: “Of course it’s not just me… If you are willing to join us, there are already five great masters.

Together, we can stir up a storm."

Patriarch Kunpeng looked over Emperor Tianhuang, as if assessing the truthfulness of his words.

After a moment, he said calmly: "Who are these fellow Taoists?"

The Emperor of Heaven smiled slightly. He knew that the heart of the old ancestor Kunpeng had been moved. He shook his head and said lightly: "If you agree to join, you can swear an oath first, and then I can tell you."

Ancestor Kunpeng frowned, his eyes revealing deep doubts. His voice was low and powerful: "With so many people, how should we distribute the Hongmeng Purple Qi if we really snatch it? Aren't you afraid that there will be constant internal fighting and you will become a laughing stock?"

The Emperor Tianhuang's expression remained unchanged, as if he had anticipated this question. He spoke slowly and calmly, "I am naturally prepared. We can make a covenant and take turns to control the Hongmeng Purple Qi. Each person will comprehend it for 500 years, and when the time is up, it will be handed over to the next person."

Upon hearing this, the old ancestor Kunpeng sneered, and a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes: "This kind of restraint is not trustworthy. Who can guarantee that when a person obtains the Hongmeng Purple Qi, he will not regret it?"

The Emperor of Heaven smiled slightly, as if he had already made up his mind: "If you are worried about this matter, I can let you be the first to control the Hongmeng Purple Qi until the five hundred years are up."

A complex light flashed in the eyes of Ancestor Kunpeng. He was silent for a moment, as if weighing the pros and cons.

Finally, he nodded slowly: "Okay, I agree to your proposal, but I want to make it clear in advance that if things don't go well, I will withdraw immediately."

The Emperor nodded in agreement without hesitation.

"No problem. We all just want the Hongmeng Purple Qi. There's no need to risk our lives. If there's no suitable opportunity, I won't take action."

"That would be best."

Patriarch Kunpeng nodded and said, "If that's the case, then I will respectfully await your good news."

The Emperor secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, he didn't care about the Hongmeng Purple Qi or anything like that. He just wanted to muddy the water first and then fish in troubled waters.

His target was not Yang Ling, but the former God of Justice - Princess Yao Ji!

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(End of this chapter)