He also knew about the situation of the Heavenly Dao curse in Gong Ziliang’s soul.

Although he wished he could directly eliminate all the Heavenly Dao curses, his divine sense had been sleeping since the ancient divine battle in the Void Divine Lightning. Moreover, because he had lost his Divine Spark, he had lost a lot of divine force.

Fortunately, after awakening, he refined some replenishment from Cang Ji’s soul, so that this divine sense would not fall asleep again.

Unfortunately…

Half a month ago, when he was schemed against by Gong Ziliang, he had left Cang Ji’s soul outside.

As a result, he could only work hard during this period of time to wear down the Heavenly Dao curse in Gong Ziliang’s soul.

He wanted to eliminate those Heavenly Dao curses in one go, but he was powerless.

However, according to the speed of calculation, in at most five days, he could reduce the Heavenly Dao curse in Gong Ziliang’s soul to a level that couldn’t threaten him.

At that time, even if Gong Ziliang self-destructed his soul, the remaining Heavenly Dao curses could not affect him too much.

“I’ll let you live for another five days!”

“In five days, I’ll teach you to beg for death!”

He retracted his gaze from Gong Ziliang and retracted the sharp smile on his face.

While Gong Ziliang and the Ultimate God were thinking, time passed day by day.

As Gong Ziliang’s soul decreased, the Heavenly Dao curses decreased.

The gaze that the Ultimate God looked at Gong Ziliang with from time to time became more and more undisguised, becoming cold and teasing.

It was like a hunter looking at a prey whose life was about to be taken away.

Regarding this, Gong Ziliang could only pretend not to see it. In fact, he had been staring at the system’s restart progress bar all day.

Just as the five days were approaching and the atmosphere of the stone chamber mystic realm was getting stranger and stranger, on this day, two figures walked side by side outside a city gate of the Monet Dynasty’s Imperial City.

One of them was a gentle-looking middle-aged man in a brocade robe.

He walked over and looked around proudly.

The other person was wrapped in a black robe, and even his face was covered. However, his entire body emitted a dangerous aura that prevented anyone from entering.

Seeing that the aura of these two people was definitely not ordinary, a small captain at the Meridian Opening Realm was about to step forward and stop them.

“You…”

As he took a large step forward, the captain released the spiritual pressure of the Profound Realm and berated.

“Get lost!”

However, just as he spat out a few words, a cold shout suddenly sounded from below the middle-aged man in the brocade robe.

Then, without seeing the black-robed person move, the small team leader suddenly fell on the blue stone ground without any signs of life.

This sudden scene made the guards guarding the two sides of the city gate draw their sabers.

In the midst of the saber light, a Meridian Opening guard roared, “How dare you kill in broad daylight? Eastern City Guards, take down these two villains!”

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man in the brocade robe turned around and looked over.

In the next moment, with a thud, under the shocked gazes of the guards, the majestic general who was almost two meters tall was directly crushed into a pile of meat by an invisible force.

“Gasp!”

In an instant, everyone suddenly gasped. The sabers in their hands were unstable, and their feet could not help but stagger back towards the city gate.

In fact, ever since Cang Ji and Cang Liu’er entered the palace that day and triggered those movements, during this period of time, an endless stream of cultivators rushed to the Imperial City to inquire about news.

However, after Cao Tianzheng attacked a few times, the cultivators who rushed to the Imperial City all became obedient.

Who would have thought that two ferocious figures would appear today and kill a Meridian Opening guard and a Profound Realm team leader in one move?

The method was so bloody and cruel that the guards were terrified.

Seeing that no one dared to step forward, the two of them slowly walked into the city.

Until their backs disappeared at the end of the city path, a guard cried out in surprise, “Not good… they’re heading towards the palace!”

“Quickly… quickly report to Eunuch Cao!”

At this moment, the first person that the guard thought of was the newly advanced Spiritual Sea Realm Eunuch Cao in the palace.

At the same time, the two people who had appeared at the city gate were walking at a moderate speed on a city road that could accommodate several carriages walking side by side.

“Twenty years ago, Cao Tianzheng’s Dao heart was damaged by a Heaven Deity Realm sword cultivator. I didn’t expect that there would be a day when he broke through to the Spiritual Sea Realm.”

Suddenly, the middle-aged man spat out this sentence.

“His Dao heart was damaged by a sword. Even if such trash breaks through to the Spiritual Sea Realm, he’s not worthy of being taken seriously by Monarch Ping.”

A disdainful voice sounded from under the black robe.

The middle-aged man nodded slightly when he heard this, but then he shook his head and said, “If it’s only Cao Tianzheng, there’s nothing to worry about.”

“However, on the day Cao Tianzheng broke through, strange phenomena appeared in the Monet Dynasty’s palace. It’s said that it has something to do with the Supreme Elder and Holy Son of the Canglan Dao Sect.”

“Moreover, after the incident, Monarch Mo even invited the Sect Master of the Canglan Dao Sect over. I have no choice but to take it to heart.”

Hearing the middle-aged man’s words, the black-robed man seemed to have thought of something and said, “According to a disciple of my sect, Sun Yaowan, not long ago, the right envoy of my sect, Mo Wentian, also appeared outside the Imperial City.”

“Then, it disappeared.”

“In that case, perhaps there’s indeed a secret hidden in the Monet Dynasty.”

The black-robed person was none other than the other Demon Envoy in the Demon Cult’s branch in the southeast region, Mo Aotian.

The middle-aged man was the monarch of the Flat River Dynasty: Ping Xiu.

The two of them had come together to investigate what they had just said.

Apart from the ones he mentioned, the two of them had other thoughts.

“Left Envoy Aotian, you don’t have to suspect anything. Since we’re already here today, are you afraid that we can’t pry anything out of Mo Zhongtian?”

When Ping Xiu mentioned Mo Zhongtian, his tone seemed to treat him as a prisoner.

Under the black robe, Mo Aotian did not respond.

He knew that this monarch of the Flat River Dynasty thought highly of himself.

It was as expected of the person who claimed that he could fight at the southeast border in his youth with no opponents that could match his might.

As for the Monet Dynasty, he had been coveting it for a long time.

If not for the fact that Mo Wentian’s sudden appearance had inexplicably made Sun Yaowan change sides to the Monet Dynasty and messed up his plan to rest,

Otherwise, the 150 troops under Ping Xiu would have long stepped through the door of the Monet Dynasty.

However, Mo Aotian was not interested in the conflict between these dynasties.

How Ping Xiu criticized Mo Zhongtian had nothing to do with him.

After all, the cooperation with the Flat River Dynasty this time was only because the Demon Cult’s branch needed to use the battle of the dynasties to restrain the attention of the many dynasties under the Bi Fang Empire.