Chapter 351: 65: Imperial Master of the Diluo Country
Translator: 549690339
The Demon Emperor’s voice echoed above Anxi Prefecture.
Many sect disciples’ faces turned extremely ugly, obviously recalling many unpleasant memories. They had all witnessed the scenes of demons devouring people in the Primitive World, and it was truly unforgettable.
The Demon Emperor’s words made it clear that if the culprits were not handed over, the gruesome scene of swallowing people alive would be reenacted, putting the situation they least wanted to see on the table.
Right now, sacrificial altars were being opened everywhere, and Western State was just one of them. How could they spare more manpower to invest in the battlefield?
And the demon army from the Primitive World seemed endless and almost impossible to annihilate. The current situation was extremely disadvantageous for the human race.
For a moment, the human cultivators, who had just regained some morale, fell into depression once again.
Gu Tianji, Cai Yuxiang, Zi Yun, and others represented the younger generation of Immortal Sects. Naturally, they were the first ones to face this turbulence, and they should be the most troubled.
As the chaotic era arrived, the positions of the human race and demons changed. In peaceful and prosperous times, demons had always been hiding, not daring to show themselves. But now they were trampling upon humans as if they had been reduced to their livestock and food. This was something that no human cultivator could accept.
Meanwhile, in the Temporary Imperial Palace in Anxi Prefecture.
Standing in front of Zhao Huai was a domineering woman in a fiery phoenix skirt. She stood next to the Dragon Chair, her body naturally curvy and enchantingly beautiful, even the large robe couldn’t hide her alluring figure. Her faintly glowing exposed skin looked almost divine.
Yu Qinghan raised her eyes after experiencing extreme exhaustion. Her long eyelashes were extremely beautiful, and a divine smile appeared in her eyes.
As her cultivation became increasingly profound, Madam’s charm grew greater and greater.
“What does my husband plan to do in response to the Demon Emperor’s harsh words?”
Her words did not contain much panic.
Zhao Huai looked at her with a sympathetic gaze, a hint of tenderness appearing in his eyes.
For the past five years, Yu Qinghan had been tirelessly managing many affairs of the Xia Country, including many secret decisions in Yan Country made by her.
Exhaustion was written all over her face, yet she never complained.
In response to her question, Zhao Huai answered seriously, “We must save the people, but we cannot be impulsive. We need to ensure the safety of Anxi Prefecture. I already have several ideas in mind. Can you trust me?”
Yu Qinghan had a puzzled look on her face.
Zhao Huai laughed softly: “These cults rely on the ancient gods of ascension, and they will not sit idly by while their land of faith is desecrated by the Demon Race. A decline in worship is something no immortal god wants to see. I swear, if we try to win them over, it will be much smoother than winning over the Devil Sect.”
Yu Qinghan’s eyes brightened, and she suddenly realized, “It seems so. Over the years, the people of the cults have been wandering through the yellow sand, searching for something. Now, looking back, I think it is highly likely that they are looking for ways to deal with the Demon Race. Perhaps they are also considering how to cope with the demon clan in the Primitive World.”
Zhao Huai smiled and said, “We must act swiftly. For now, it is best to establish contact with the Diluo Country and then send people to infiltrate the Devil Sect, spreading the news of the Immortal Sect extending the olive branch.”
Yu Qinghan nodded and thought for a moment. “The Diluo Country has changed a lot since then. I heard that the entire country is now controlled by an imperial teacher with a cunning mind and unparalleled strategy that has left the Diluo royal family in circles. She can summon miracles, and it’s rumored that she is a divine messenger belonging to the ancient teaching with the highest number of followers in the Western States.”
Upon hearing this introduction, Zhao Huai couldn’t help but think of someone—very similar to the description. He wasn’t sure about their methods, but their wisdom and strategy were undoubtedly top-notch.
“No matter, since this Diluo imperial teacher is so intelligent, she should understand the current situation rather than acting stubbornly.”
Zhao Huai continued: “There must also be flaws in the Primitive World. The united front of the powerful demons seems too coordinated, which might be due to the current alignment of interests. But if conflicts arise, internal strife may well happen. As long as we find the weak points of the Primitive World, the human race may not necessarily lose in this Great War.”
Yu Qinghan stood up and let out a sigh, saying, “Now I have a general idea.”
“You’ve worked hard, Madam.”
Zhao Huai smiled faintly, knowing that putting these plans into action would require a great deal of effort.
“As an empress, I have to be prepared for death. What does a little fatigue count for?”
Yu Qinghan said with a determined look.
Zhao Huai embraced her jade shoulders and whispered, “I won’t let you leave.”
The letter was soon sent deep into the Western States. With the roads heavily guarded by the Demon Race, sending the message was no small feat. Fortunately, the location of the empire was relatively remote, without too many demons occupying it.
Diluo Country.
Within the towering black castle, Yin Nanyu wore a long black robe and stood on the towering city wall. Her silver-white hair fluttered in the wind as she stared in the direction of Anxi Prefecture, her eyes calm:
“The Xia’s Empress actually sent someone to negotiate with me; this is rare.”
“Could it be that he has returned?”
As she spoke, an inexplicable radiance emerged in her eyes.