Rabbit Must Die-Chapter 659 - 258 Acquaintance?_1

The gods looked at each other, seemingly also ready to disperse.

But then they saw that azure figure sitting steadily in the seat of Emperor Gouchen, the very position once occupied by the Jade Emperor!

In that instant, everyone understood that it was not Emperor Gouchen who wanted to adjourn the gathering, but rather he had been forced by Emperor Qinghua of the East to abdicate.

Witnessing this scene, the disciples of the Interpretation Religion revealed happy smiles, while those from the Jie Cult wore gloomy expressions.

Just then, Wen Zhong raised his hand and said, "Without legitimacy, there can be no proper command, how could we heed your orders?"

Having said that, Wen Zhong turned and left, and the twenty-some gods of the Thunder Department who followed him immediately did the same.

Lady Sanxiao then followed with a sneer, "Emperor Qinghua of the East is indeed imposing, but after all, you are not the rightful heir."

After she spoke, Lady Sanxiao also left.

With their lead, the other disciples of the Jie Cult also left in succession.

Only the disciples from the Interpretation Religion and the Xifang Cult remained...

Wenqu Star Monarch stepped forward once more and said, "Overlord, with chaos stirring in the Lower Realm, we ask you to quell the unrest."

At last, the Emperor Qinghua of the East spoke his first words, "Granted!"

Upon hearing this, the eyes of the remaining gods instantly lit up, and they cried out in unison, "We request to go to war!"

Emperor Qinghua of the East waved his hand and said, "Zunwu, heed my command, take ten billion heavenly soldiers and generals to the Lower Realm to vanquish demons! Pagoda-bearing Heavenly Lord, Lord Bingling of Three Mountains, together with all Star Monarchs, follow the orders!"

"Understood!"

For a moment, Lingxiao Hall was filled with soaring martial spirit.

Meanwhile, outside Lingxiao Hall.

"Master Wen, now that Emperor Gouchen has abdicated his position to Emperor Qinghua of the East, this war seems inevitable. Our abstention from the battle does not mean others will not participate. I fear this might lead to disaster..." Zhao Gongming walked beside Master Wen. Though he was just the God of Fortune, his status in the Jie Cult was not low, so he never bowed to anyone.

Master Wen clearly had grown accustomed to this but soon replied with a cold laugh, "Start a war? With what will they start a war? During the Divine Enthronement War, with both religions against the Shang Dynasty and then the Xifang Cult sticking its foot in, helping the Interpretation Religion annihilate my Jie Cult completely into the Investiture of the Gods, thus preventing the world’s greatest cult, the Jie Cult, from ever recuperating. Only then did the Interpretation Religion and the Xifang Cult have their chance to rise.

"The law of karma never fails; now, retribution has arrived.

"Most who were invested into the Investiture of the Gods those years were disciples of the Jie Cult; the Interpretation Religion disciples hid away, finding scapegoats to face their deadly karma. Now, although it seems that there are some disciples from the Interpretation Religion in Heaven, most of them are what? Couldn’t be mere mortal cannon fodder generals from back then, or some marginalized third-generation disciples, or those from the Shang Dynasty under King Zhou.

"King Zhou can’t possibly fight on their behalf, so how many true gods with real combat power are left?

"To campaign against the Demon Clan’s heavens? What a joke, what capability do they have to wage a war against the Demon Clan’s heavens?!

"Are they going to rely on Jiang Ziya’s wife, Mrs. Ma?"

At this, Master Wen laughed himself.

Zhao Gongming simply chuckled, "Indeed, but since Emperor Qinghua of the East has intervened, he must have some means at his disposal."

Master Wen spoke nonchalantly, "The trend is set in stone, and he won’t be able to resist. There’s no need for us to worry too much, we just have to wait quietly."

Zhao Gongming nodded, and the disciples of Jie Cult left one after another.

In the Earthly Immortal Realm, where Tai Mountain used to be.

Now, the location of Tai Mountain had turned into a vast plain, as the original mountain had been completely trampled down and all of its mass had been refined by the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover. On this plain, devoid of any vegetation, there remained only a layer of iron scabs formed by the solidification of black metallic water, which looked extremely eerie.

At this moment, huge flags were erected on the iron scabs, with tents sitting below them, some of which were actual tents, and others simply palaces on the move.

Above them, palaces or palaces carried by giant beasts flew, turning this place, which should have been dead silent, into a buzzing hub of activity.

In the center, a massive stage had been constructed, towering a hundred thousand feet high with a giant flag on top bearing two large characters—Turn Heaven!

Closest to the stage was a campsite entirely golden in color, at the entrance of which stood two bald men over two meters tall with fierce faces squatting at the door, their faces flushed bright red as they ferociously shouted at two crickets in a bamboo basket, "Bite him, bite him, bite fast!"

"I just don’t understand why the State Preceptor made us bring him here. Isn’t this just creating chaos?" complained a particularly savage-looking man outside the tent not far off.

"Why all the nonsense? Just do whatever State Preceptor says," Jimeng glared back at him, then continued, "You stupid snake, stop flapping your gums from now on. If State Preceptor hears you, he might use you for soup, so don’t say I didn’t warn you."

Hearing this, the cold man’s face turned as if on a dime, his expression instantly shifting from ominous to fawning, and he giggled, "Don’t be mad, Lord Jimeng. You know I have three brothers living inside me, and the youngest isn’t so sharp. Please don’t be hard on him."

Jimeng waved his hand dismissively, "If it weren’t for that, I would’ve slapped you to death just now."

Just then, the tent flap was lifted, and a pale-faced old man with a goatee stepped out, saying, "Lord Jimeng, the latest news is that we might encounter some trouble when the meeting convenes."

On hearing this, Jimeng’s eyebrows raised, and he sneered, "Trouble? Let it come. We’ve been preparing for so many years; it’s about time we showed the world our power."

As he spoke, Jimeng glanced at the numerous palaces, flying islands, and behemoth mobile palaces in the sky.

Meanwhile, far from here...

"The Phoenix emerges from the western mountain, the Dragon returns to the sea, all beings step aside!"

"The Phoenix emerges from the western mountain, the Dragon returns to the sea, all beings step aside!"

...

Shouts echoed between heaven and earth, drawing countless onlookers to turn their heads, and then everyone, as if avoiding venomous snakes, retreated quickly to get out of the way.

Qin Shou was walking when he suddenly heard the shouts behind him. Puzzled, he looked back and saw a procession approaching from afar, with eighteen steeds pulling a carriage resplendent in gold and gems, moving slowly. The carriage was flanked by tens of thousands of guards, surrounded by three thousand maids playing music as they walked, the pomp of which instantly outshined the motorcycle Qin Shou had just put together.

Qin Shou frowned, "Who is this with such an entourage? Along the way, they are the only ones causing such a stir."

Guiche murmured, "Looking at the insignia on the carriage, it should be someone from the Phoenix Nest."

"Phoenix Nest?" Qin Shou was taken aback, his mind reflexively went to the Fire Chicken that spewed fire to burn him and stole chickens and dogs.

Qin Shou suddenly smiled and said, "I didn’t expect to see an acquaintance... tsk tsk, such an impressive display."