My disciples are all villains.

After the sea beasts finished eating the carcasses, they left.

The smell of blood in the sea breeze quickly dissipated as well.

The chaotic sky calmed down, and the clouds moved aside, allowing the sun to shine down on Lu Zhou, who was gradually coming out of the Unholy One’s state.

The divine mark robe glowed with a faint light. It made Lu Zhou look majestic, like a divine being that had descended to the mortal world. He was the Unholy One who once made the Great Void tremble.

Lu Zhou slowly turned around and looked at the surging waves that were tens of thousands of feet tall. He put away his avatars and used the great power of teleportation as he flew. At the same time, he sensed the four power cores. He wondered about their origins and why they had such power. After their activation this time, he could feel that he was about to form his second golden light disk. He could also sense the power of the Unholy One’s painting was decreasing. When the power was exhausted, he would no longer be able to enter the Unholy One’s state, but at that time, he would return as the real Unholy One.

Lu Zhou arrived above the towering waves and looked down. He saw the huge thing in the sea. His cultivation was extremely high now; it was a far cry from his initial Eight-leaf cultivation. With his eyesight now, he could easily see what most people could not.

Swoosh!

Lu Zhou rose higher into the sky. Even when there was no more vitality energy in the air, he continued to rise using the vitality energy in his Dantian’s sea of Qi. When he looked down, he finally had a good look at the thing in the sea.

It was submerged in the depths of the sea. Just a slight movement of its tail stirred up towering waves.

The huge creature was Kun.

Lu Zhou, who could not find appropriate words to describe its size, thought to himself, ‘It’s really f*cking huge!’

The feeling of wonder was just like when he saw the Eight-leaf avatar for the first time.

Kun flipped a few times as though it was swimming, stirring up countless towering waves again.

Lu Zhou descended at an extremely swift speed until he landed on the surface of the sea. He looked down at Kun.

Kun finally stopped moving. With that, the sea slowly returned to its calm state.

Lu Zhou could sense Kun’s power. It was like the land that gave birth to all things. It felt… indestructible. He did not use the Deadly Strike Card to test Kun’s strength. There was no need for that. The Deadly Strike Card was like the strongest attack of the Unholy One. If the Unholy One were around, how could he not be able to defeat Kun? However, Lu Zhou had not gained the peak strength of the Unholy One yet.

Lu Zhou looked at Kun silently for a long time before he asked, “Are you looking for me?”

As expected, a low cry sounded from the depths of the sea. It sounded as though it came from another world when it reached Lu Zhou’s ears.

It felt as though 100 years had passed when Lu Zhou asked again, “Why are you looking for me?”

The surface of the sea began to bubble as Kun slowly rose to the surface.

Lu Zhou watched it silently. When Kun’s back touched his feet, it was as though he had returned to land. It was like a huge island was slowly emerging from the sea.

This was Kun, the entity that maintained the balance in the eastern Endless Ocean. It barely interacted with humans so it did not learn the human language like the divine beasts or Saint slayers on land. Nonetheless, it was extremely intelligent. It could only speak using strange tones and sounds. It was deep and ancient, and it carried with it a hint of exhaustion. Its voice seemed to depict an old man in his twilight years, looking at the sunset and recounting the past. It was soothing like a lullaby.

Lu Zhou did not understand Kun’s noises, but he understood its meaning. He asked, “You want to live forever?”

Kun sank slightly.

Lu Zhou stood with his hands on his back and looked at Kun’s back that seemed to stretch infinitely as he said indifferently, “It’s possible to live forever. If you trust me, I’ll grant you eternal life. However, for now, it’s not enough.”

The sea began to bubble again.

“With your current strength, it’s not enough for you to live forever…”

The bubbles were bigger than before.

Lu Zhou said, “If you’re willing, you can lend me your divine soul pearl…”

A column of water shot high up into the sky immediately as a low cry rang out from below.

Kun quickly sank down into the sea again.

Lu Zhou tapped his toes lightly and hovered above the surface of the sea. Then, he shook his head and said, “You don’t want to give anything in return, but you have the audacity to grant you eternal life?”

With Kun’s divine soul pearl, things would be much easier.

However, it was clear Kun was not willing to put in any effort.

When Kun sank to the bottom of the sea and disappeared from sight, Lu Zhou flew toward the Lost Island.

…

At the same time.

In the Sacred Temple’s southern hall.

Wen Ruqing and Guan Jiu appeared at the same time. Their expressions were very unsightly.

“What’s going on?” Wen Ruqing asked.

“Xi Zhong and the Templars went to the eastern Endless Ocean to capture Qi Sheng. Hua Zhenghong opened up a runic passage and brought the nine-winged divine dragon there to help. They’re… They’re all dead except for the nine-winged divine dragon,” Guan Jiu said with a hint of disbelief.

Wen Ruqing asked solemnly, “Could it be the White Emperor?”

“It’s possible, but the White Emperor isn’t one to make an enemy out of the Sacred Temple. Since he wants to protect the Lost Kingdom, he won’t cause any trouble,” Guan Jiu said.

“Then who is it? There aren’t many people who can kill Hua Zhenghong,” Wen Ruqing said in a deep voice.

“There aren’t many divine emperors. It’s impossible for it to be Emperor Shang Zhang. He hasn’t left Shang Zhang Hall at all. Emperor Tu Wei is dead. The Black Emperor is in seclusion. This leaves the Scarlet Emperor and the Azure Emperor. There’s also that mysterious expert who defeated Hua Zhenghong during the commanders’ competition. In my opinion, he’s the most suspicious,” Guan Jiu speculated out loud.

Wen Ruqing shook his head and asked, “Then, what about Zui Can?”

Zui Can died at Grand Mystic Mountain, and no one knew how he died.

Guan Jiu fell silent.

Wen Ruqing looked out of the hall before he said, “Brother Guan, there’s something I don’t know if I should say…”

Guan Jiu raised his hand and interrupted Wen Ruqing immediately. He said, “I know what you want to say. I was worried when Emperor Tu Wei died, but I keep feeling that something is wrong…”

Wen Ruqing shook his head and said, “No, you don’t understand. I’m not talking about the Unholy One…”

“Huh?”

“There’s another person who’s more than capable of doing this…” Wen Ruqing said meaningfully.

Guan Jiu’s eyes widened in shock immediately, and he said, “Don’t say it!”

“Zui Can and Hua Zhenghong are dead. It’s hard for me not to think about it. What if… What if he’s also following teacher’s path?” Wen Ruqing said in a hoarse voice.

“…”

Guan Jiu staggered back.

At this time, a Templar’s voice rang from outside.

“The Great Emperors invited the two Supremes to the main hall.”