Hei Bo's expression calmed down slightly. He exhaled a breath of stale air, his gaze darkening as he said, "This matter doesn't seem so simple."

Seeing this, Wang Xu didn't look for any other reason. He slowly got up and walked to a corner next to the desk.

There was a hidden compartment inside. After emptying the compartment, a jade stone in the shape of a lifelike doll was taken out.

Wang Xu held it in his hands with an almost devout look in his eyes, then bowed slightly, as if he were worshipping it, before taking it out from the red cloth and gently placing it on the table.

Outside the window, a sliver of sunlight streamed in, revealing the jade's translucent, jade-like surface with faintly visible, intricate patterns and a subtle spiritual energy contained within.

Spiritual energy can be divided into levels, and it is clear that the jade stone, which resembles a small doll, is surrounded by the highest-level golden spiritual energy.

"This is?"

Blackie's pupils contracted slightly. He then took a step forward, wanting to pick it up and see it more clearly. But realizing his abruptness, he quickly stepped back, bowed, and then stood up. When he looked up, his expression had become devout.

"A jade statue of a human figure... This is... a jade statue of Jiang Fengzi, the patriarch of the Dragon Clan?"

He held the black jade in his hand, and the smooth, warm feeling was very comfortable. Moreover, the spiritual energy that had been nurtured became even gentler, and in a short moment, the vast spiritual energy made a rare improvement.

"As expected of a supreme item, it is truly a rare treasure."

The small jade statue is very lifelike, with the face of a middle-aged man subtly and delicately carved.

Hei Bo had the good fortune to have met the Dragon Clan Chief once, so he quickly determined that the middle-aged man in the jade statue was none other than the legendary peak existence, Jiang Fengzi, the Dragon Clan Chief.

Moreover, there is a legend that whoever possesses this jade statue, Jiang Fengzi, the patriarch of the Dragon Clan, will grant the statue's owner one wish.

To some extent, possessing the jade statue grants one the protection of the strongest person on the Nine Provinces Continent, which can be considered a favor.

It cannot be said that it is not strong.

Anyone who possesses a jade statue undoubtedly possesses the greatest deterrent power.

However, the eight jade statues that were scattered across the Nine Provinces have been almost completely destroyed, and no one has been able to verify the veracity of this claim.

However, when the jade statue was placed before him, Hei Bo couldn't contain his excitement. His usually calm eyes gleamed with excitement, and then his gaze sharpened slightly as he looked at Wang Xu and asked, "Is this for me?"

As he spoke, he picked up the red cloth that was on the table and made a gesture as if he was about to wrap it up and put it in his pocket.

This appearance suggests that the prize is already in their grasp.

Seeing this, Wang Xu, knowing Hei Bo's temperament well, was already used to it. Besides, he took out this treasure simply to persuade this big shot to do something he wanted to do but couldn't do himself.

If it weren't for the difficulty involved, he would never have been willing to part with such a precious item.

"So, you agreed?"

Seeing that Uncle Hei had already put the jade statue into his arms, Wang Xu smiled faintly and said.

When Uncle Hei saw this, he nodded. The immense favor naturally fell on his shoulders, and with such a great temptation, the corresponding task would be much more difficult.

Anyway, he was already mentally prepared at this point.

With the jade statue in his hand, he would do anything, no matter how difficult it was.

Seemingly sensing what Hei Bo was thinking, Wang Xu smiled faintly, then his smile faded slightly, and he said with a serious expression, "It's not a difficult matter."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Within ten days, we will integrate all the forces in the Desolate Heaven Domain. They will either submit to the Heavenly Inquiry Tower, or..."

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

Uncle Hei hesitated for a moment, "Uh..."

"Difficult to handle?" Wang Xu asked.

Uncle Hei shook his head, let out a soft breath, and said, "So easy?"

For a martial artist who was once an emperor, even if his current strength is far inferior to what it was back then, he is still at least a saint king. With a little effort, he can reach the threshold of the quasi-emperor level.

The Desolate Heaven Domain, a newbie village without even a Saint King, was no problem for Blackie, a max-level character. He could easily handle it.

It was so easy that Blackie seemed to hardly believe the words he was hearing.

“Yes.” Wang Xu nodded. “Nezha and the others are not from this world. Their actions would disrupt the world order and thus incur divine punishment. But you are different…”

At this point, Uncle Hei understood.

Those who have the strength are unable to show themselves, while those who can show themselves are far from having enough strength.

If we keep filtering like this, he's probably the only one who's suitable.

Uncle Hei said, "Yes, it can be completed within ten days."

"Three days." Wang Xu paused, then continued, "You only have three days left."

Uncle Hei frowned. "Why?"

Wang Xu said helplessly, "Because you only have this much time left."

...

Demon Realm

Inside the dimly lit hall, demonic energy swirled. The surrounding land stretched for thousands of miles, a desolate wasteland where the exposed black earth spread wildly like steel, emanating demonic energy. An extremely violent aura burst forth, engulfing the world.

It was truly a scene like purgatory.

The ground was littered with ghastly corpses, and grotesque and terrifying monsters were seen devouring fresh flesh everywhere.

Inside the magnificent hall.

now.

The atmosphere was extremely tense, with a sense of impending conflict.

High above, the Demon Clan Chief Feng Qizi sat in his high position, his expression indifferent as he looked down at the vast crowd below, his dark eyes devoid of any emotion.

Compared to Feng Qizi's calm and composed demeanor, Feng Qitong appeared extremely anxious.

"Great Wizard, what do you mean? Are you trying to force me to abdicate?"

He said with a grim expression.

The man known as the Great Wizard was dressed in a long black robe, and his face was completely obscured by the long brim of his hat.

Upon hearing this, the great wizard chuckled twice.

After all, the person opposite him was the young patriarch of the demon race, and he had to show him respect both publicly and privately.

So he bowed half perfunctorily and said, "This subordinate doesn't care. What this old minister did is a major matter for the Demon Clan. If the young master is slandering me like this, I am willing to smash my head against this hall to preserve my reputation."

Feng Qitong asked, "If that's the case, then what are the people behind you trying to say?"

"That's none of my business," the Grand Wizard said with a deep laugh.

At this moment, a man behind the high wizard stood up; he had been kneeling.

He cupped his hands to Feng Qitong and said, "Young Master, we are doing this voluntarily. The Demon Clan's grand plan for the next century is approaching, yet our Demon Clan leader is preoccupied with such empty titles, causing our clan to miss out on this crucial opportunity. This is truly regrettable."