"Who is Cao Ya Daozu? Who is the mastermind behind this? Damn it, once I find out, I'll make him pay!" Fang Ping said angrily.

"What's wrong with you now?" Zhen Tianwang asked, glancing sideways.

Fang Ping snorted.

"Oh, I see." King Zhen slapped his forehead and laughed heartily, "Are you worried that you and Wang Jinyang might be plotted against by some emperor?"

Fang Ping hummed in agreement, his brows furrowed.

Although he was confident, Fang Ping felt immense pressure facing the mastermind who was likely responsible for the deaths of the three supreme emperors.

Because he roughly knew that the War Emperor was the pinnacle among the Nine Emperors and Four Sovereigns!

So, is it the Heavenly Emperor? Or the God Emperor? Or the Fighting Heavenly Emperor?

Fang Ping frowned, a murderous intent gathering between his brows.

"Meow, you liar! I have some good food here. Have some, and all your worries will disappear." The gray cat meowed and handed over the bone that it had been gnawing on until it was shiny.

"..." Fang Ping.

Why don't you at least choose a bone you've never gnawed on before?

Besides, you've gnawed it all clean, what am I supposed to eat? Your saliva?

"Meow." The gray cat looked aggrieved and troubled, but still took out a big bone full of fat and fragrant aroma and handed it to Fang Ping.

"Liar, those are bones I wouldn't even eat myself, but I'll give them to you. Meow, I'm good to you, right?" The gray cat stared at Fang Ping with its big eyes, seemingly expecting his answer.

"Good! Very good!" Fang Ping took the big bone and, as if venting his anger, gnawed it down in a few bites. In the end, he even chewed up the bone and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Hey, you liar, you're just like a big dog. What's so good about bones? You can just lick them and that's enough," Cangmao said with disdain.

"..."

Fang Ping suddenly felt depressed.

Damn it, I got looked down on by a cat!

However, Fang Ping was in a bad mood at the moment and was too lazy to argue with Cang Mao. He decided to let the silly cat look down on him.

"Hey kid, why are you so confused at this crucial moment?" Zhen Tianwang laughed loudly. "Who cares who that person is? I just need to strengthen myself."

"What Nine Emperors, what Four Emperors, what Heavenly Emperor? They were all beings in the mortal world who cultivated to their current positions. If they can do it, why can't we? At worst, we can just overturn the chessboard and all perish together. What's there to be afraid of!"

The attitude of the Heavenly King was simple and brutal: those with nothing to lose have nothing to fear, and their situation couldn't get much worse anyway.

As for the emperors, are they willing to give up their supreme status or their power to suppress the three realms?

If they had been willing, eight thousand years ago, they wouldn't have forced the War Emperor to commit suicide, surrounded and killed the Destroyer Emperor and the Overlord Emperor, leading to the collapse of the Heavenly Court, the destruction of the Heavenly Realm, and the annihilation of countless living beings in one fell swoop.

In ancient times, the emperors established order, purged demons, enlightened the people, established the Heavenly Court, ruled the Three Realms, and spread the Dao, making great contributions to the Three Realms, but—

With the great upheaval eight thousand years ago, countless lives were lost, and the merits of the emperors were not only completely annihilated, but their crimes were too numerous to count and they were extremely heinous!

Otherwise, many ancient kings and saints, including the King of Zhentian, originally held those emperors in high esteem and even regarded them as idols.

"Stop having such wild and unfounded thoughts. With Dao Ancestor Cao Ya around, how could we be afraid of an emperor? Even the God Emperor's true form was beaten to a pulp by Dao Ancestor Cao Ya with a single punch, right?" King Zhentian patted Fang Ping on the shoulder and laughed loudly.

“Cultivation is about self-improvement and defeating all enemies! Any grand scheme is just a paper tiger in the face of absolute power, easily punctured,” Wang Jinyang said, trying to comfort Fang Ping.

"Phew~~ Godfather, you're right." Fang Ping nodded, exhaled, and calmed himself down.

Actually, he wasn't usually that sensitive or obsessive. It was mainly because Yangcheng was the place he had traveled through, and behind this secret lay his existence.

You should know that before and after the time travel, he was still Fang Ping, and his parents, family, relatives, friends, etc. were all exactly the same. The difference only arose because his life took a different path later on.

However, the world before the transmigration was a technological society where there was no cultivation, no immortality, and no individual could transcend.

In the world after the transmigration, although technology has developed reasonably well, martial arts are the main focus, spreading throughout the world, practiced by everyone, and endlessly admired.

In these two seemingly contradictory worlds, Fang Ping sometimes couldn't help but wonder which world he belonged to.

When Fang Ping later learned that the system's power actually originated from the three deceased Supreme Emperors, a heavy weight pressed on his heart. Although he didn't say it, he did feel a strange sense of unease.

Could it be that all my experiences before time travel were false, just a dream?

This thought had flashed through Fang Ping's mind many times, but he forcibly suppressed it.

Hearing Cao Ya's words, that thought immediately surfaced and could no longer be suppressed.

It was only after the Heavenly King of Zhen's simple and blunt words that Fang Ping seemed to have rediscovered himself.

This was something Cao Ya hadn't anticipated.

After all, he knew very well that Fang Ping's situation was not a conspiracy. Although there was a mastermind behind it all, that person was already dead, and his reincarnation was Wang Jinyang.

The War Emperor's choice of Fang Ping was merely a backup plan; he had prepared many things for him, but it did not mean that he intended to use Fang Ping as a pawn.

That kind of behavior is not something the War God Emperor would do.

Otherwise, why would the War Emperor have committed suicide eight thousand years ago? He would have caused chaos and brought the Three Realms to ruins long ago!

Errors in information and intelligence led to drastically different mindsets between the two.

Upon hearing the conversation between the Heavenly King and Fang Ping, as well as Wang Jinyang's resounding words, Cao Ya slapped his forehead, realizing that he had been negligent.

Then, he chuckled softly:

"Don't overthink it. The truth is, it's not as complicated as you think."

"Come on, follow me."

As Cao Ya spoke, he stretched out an arm and slashed downwards, tearing through the void.

"Where are we going? To sabotage the Emperor's plans? Hehe, I'll definitely put in a good effort! I love seeing the Origin Emperor furious but helpless against us."

After overcoming his inner conflict, Fang Ping returned to his original self, fearless and daring to wield his sword even against emperors!

"Meow." The gray cat stood up, one paw gripping the bone, the other waving wildly, its eyebrows dancing with excitement, as if it too was looking forward to that scene.

"Haha, you'll see when you get there." Cao Ya smiled mysteriously, stepped into the spatial passage, and the scenery before his eyes changed. A second later, he appeared above a city.

Fang Ping, Cang Mao, Zhen Tianwang, and Wang Jinyang followed closely behind, and he also appeared there.

Yangcheng!

Yangcheng, the hometown of Fang Ping and Wang Jinyang!

In fact, Fang Ping had returned to Yangcheng many times in his quest to uncover the secret, but each time he returned empty-handed.