Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield

Chapter 1233: Chapter 532: Zhao Feng Prepares to Gather the Four Immortal Slaying Swords

Xuandu stood quietly to the side.

Upon hearing the words ”Twelve Duterrestrial Gods and Demons Array,” his heart jolted in sudden shock.

The dread name of this Ancient Evil Formation was thunderously renowned throughout the Primordial.

Recollecting those years, when the Twelve Ancestor Witches joined hearts and laid down this array, they dared to face Tao Ancestor Hong Jun head‑on, and did not fall into the least disadvantage.

Summoning forth the Pangu True Body, they re‑enacted the former Creator God’s might; that world‑annihilating power seemed as though it could shatter the order of heaven and earth into dust—merely imagining it caused one’s blood to run cold.

After all, it was Pangu God who opened up the Primordial; even a few parts of the Pangu True Body were more than enough to destroy heaven and earth.

”As for the Qin Court...”

Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad’s gaze was profound as he spoke calmly: ”Simply let it develop as it will. If, one day, the Qin Court can replace the Heavenly Court and become Commander over the Primordial, then for this realm of heaven and earth, it would not be a misfortune but a blessing.”

As he spoke.

The Supreme slightly lifted his head, looking toward the direction of the Primordial Land, his eyes filled with expectations for the future of this heaven and earth.

”What this poor Taoist seeks is merely a unified Primordial, not the present state of fragmentation and rampant chaos.”

”After all, the Primordial’s true external foes lie in the Chaos.” The Supreme said faintly.

Xuandu’s expression grew solemn; he stepped forward and spoke respectfully: ”Master bears the world in his heart, utterly sincere toward the Primordial; Pangu God can bear witness.”

”Were it not for Master’s efforts to maintain it, the Primordial would likely already have been ruined in Hong Jun’s hands.”

Xuandu’s voice was filled with reverence.

Clearly.

Others might not know what his master had done for the Primordial, but as a disciple, he knew.

Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad let out a soft sigh, a trace of emotion flashing across his features: ”The Primordial is, in the end, Father God’s lifeblood.”

”Upon this heaven and earth, anyone may choose to escape—only this poor Taoist cannot.”

”This poor Taoist inherits Father God’s intent, and thus cannot allow Father God to be disappointed.”

”Hong Jun’s deeds have already caused the opportunity for advancement that Father God brought to the Primordial to vanish utterly.”

”If the Primordial is to advance once more in the future and restore the splendor of Father God’s former years, we can only rely on the Primordial lifeforms uniting as one, expanding outward to win more space for survival.”

At this point.

The Supreme paused slightly, a hint of hope flashing in his eyes: ”Only, I hope the Qin Court does not fail to live up to this poor Taoist’s expectations.”

Xuandu straightened his back and replied firmly: ”In this disciple’s humble opinion, the Qin Court will certainly not disappoint Master.”

At this moment.

Xuandu seemed filled with confidence in the Qin Court’s future.

And it was precisely because, having once more entered the Qin Court Heavenly Palace this time, he had again witnessed the change in Zhao Feng.

Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad looked at Xuandu; the corners of his mouth lifted in a faint smile, tinged with a hint of teasing: ”Back when I had you make contact with Zhao Feng, your heart was full of doubt; you thought him hard‑pressed to shoulder the heavy charge of opposing the Heavenly Dao.”

”Now, your change in attitude is rather swift.”

Xuandu’s expression was composed, without the slightest intent to conceal: ”Master, in the Primordial World, the strong are revered.”

”The Strength Zhao Feng has presently displayed has deeply shaken this disciple.”

”This disciple has ever only believed what he has witnessed with his own eyes.”

Xuandu bent slightly at the waist, his manner neither servile nor overbearing; before his own master, he always maintained this sincerity and candor.

Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad nodded lightly, saying nothing further.

Between master and disciple, at times a single look or gesture was enough for their minds to meet.

At this time—

Above the Heavenly Palace, clouds coiled and mist wreathed, ten thousand rays of rosy light blazing.

Zhao Feng stood at Ying Zheng’s side, a confident smile upon his face: ”The East Sea Dragon Clan has already pledged themselves, but the East Sea is vast without limit, its islands strewn like stars, with myriad lifeforms upon them.”

”Now that the Dragon Clan has submitted, next we must gradually incorporate these forces into Qin’s dominion.”

”Qin’s territorial expansion will by no means halt at this point.”

”Father, I trust you have already planned for this in full.”

At these words.

Ying Zheng smiled with confidence, his expression revealing the Emperor’s majesty and decisiveness: ”I have already ordered Wang Jian: after the army withdraws from the Dragon Palace, the other camps are to continue waging war across the East Sea, and must bring every island upon the East Sea under total control.”

As he spoke, Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly, a sharp glint flashing within: ”If any refuse Qin, refusing to submit, cut them down without mercy.”

Zhao Feng nodded slightly, then continued: ”Since Father has already arranged things properly, I can rest easy and go about other matters.”

It seemed Zhao Feng was planning a matter of extreme importance.

Ying Zheng frowned slightly, asking in puzzlement: ”With the Great Calamity imminent, Qin has already taken hold of three key figures in the Buddhist Sect’s Great Calamity.”

”Feng’er, what else do you have to do?”

The three of whom Ying Zheng spoke—one is Jin Chanzi.

Now, in each lifetime of Reincarnation Jin Chanzi is within Qin, and studies Great Qin Buddhism; he has long been utterly loyal to Qin, and even after reincarnating, this loyalty has never changed.

The second is Sun Wukong; now his whole heart is set on Qin. Acting under orders, he goes to the Heavenly Court and the Buddhist Sect to carry out affairs, obeying Zhao Feng’s every word, throwing the Heavenly Court and the Buddhist Sect into unrest.

Take only that matter of stealing Heavenly Horses and Immortal Cranes—that alone has caused the Heavenly Court great headaches, yet left them with no recourse.

The third is the Dragon Clan; now the entire Dragon Clan has pledged themselves to Qin, and those that the Heavenly Court had originally arranged among the Dragon Clan have naturally fallen into Qin’s hands as well.

Of the five who seek the scriptures, Qin already controls three; adding in that one from Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad’s Human Sect, it goes without saying that the future road of scripture‑retrieval will surely stir up towering waves.

On the surface, the Buddhist Sect appears to be directing this Great Calamity, yet in truth, the real hidden Controller behind the scenes is Qin. Only all of this has been deftly concealed within layer upon layer of mist, unknown to outsiders.

Zhao Feng smiled faintly, without answering at once.

Instead, he slowly lifted his hand and swept it gently through the air.