The tongue grew even longer, dripping with blood, as if countless wronged souls were throbbing on its tip.
Seeing the Blood Amber Venerable's frenzied state, the Plague Venerable tried to break free of his shackles, his power surging within him, but quickly subsided.
She doesn't seem to be a dignified ancient supreme being, but rather a weak ordinary person!
"You know, when I see you, it's like I'm seeing myself..."
The Plague Lord murmured softly.
In that instant, she also realized that the reason she couldn't muster any power was not because Blood Amber Venerable had destroyed all her plague power, but because she couldn't attack Blood Amber Venerable!
Eighteen years ago, she met the Blood Amber Venerable, who cultivated blood magic, in a dead city.
Just like herself, she didn't hesitate to cultivate the power of plague for an almost impossible goal, constantly killing and going further and further down a terrible path. She didn't want Blood Amber Grandmaster to be like her, so she trapped Blood Amber Grandmaster by her side. Although she didn't let Blood Amber Grandmaster continue to cultivate, she used various blood-attribute treasures to help Blood Amber Grandmaster improve by one level, reaching the same level as her Ancient Grandmaster.
But unexpectedly,
I never expected this.
Even though she did that, Blood Amber Grandmaster still regarded her as the enemy who had imprisoned him for eighteen years!
Plague Venerable stared at Blood Amber Venerable, but ultimately shook his head, allowing Blood Amber Venerable to imprison her within the cage of eighteen chains of evil blood.
She has no friends, except perhaps the Blood Amber Venerable, and perhaps the only one she has ever had is the one she just did Fang Zong a favor for.
…………………………
In the distance, inside the Blackwater Palace.
Just as the Plague Lord was trapped, a red mist swept across the Blackwater Palace, condensing into pavilions and towers, as well as beautiful women singing and dancing.
The dancing women were made of red mist, exquisitely beautiful, and indistinguishable from real people.
The girls inside the Blackwater Palace were unrestrained and played around with the male disciples. All the male disciples could have fun with any girl on their wedding day. However, if they chose the wrong person and played with a woman made of red mist, they would be sent out to do hard labor because they were blind.
Many male disciples enjoy doing this.
"Congratulations, Great Venerable Star Picker!"
"We...congratulations, Great Venerable Star Picker!"
Regardless of whether they were male or female, the disciples and the woman formed from the red mist all bowed their heads and shouted.
Among them were the true disciples. Even though they used to be high and mighty, now only Xiuhua could stand behind Fang Zong as a maid.
Xiuhua's face was beaming with glory, her pretty face glowing, her beautiful eyes filled with charm. She wished she could drag Fang Zong into the "benefits" of the male disciples on this joyous day.
"Congratulations, Master! Congratulations, Master!"
Xiuhua massaged Fang Zong's shoulders.
Fang Zong shook his head and said, "There's nothing to congratulate you on."
"No, that won't do. Your advancement to Dao Spirit Grand Venerable today is a momentous occasion, how could it not be worthy of celebration!"
A Dao Spirit Grand Venerable spoke up, so Xiu Hua had no right to speak. She obediently stepped back and poured wine for Fang Zong. After the wine cup was full, Fang Zong sat on the red mist platform and raised his wine cup to the Grand Venerable who had spoken.
"It's merely a minor promotion to the realm of the underworld, but let's all drink together!"
"Haha, let's drink together!"
Everyone burst into laughter, creating a lively atmosphere.
The disciples had already withdrawn, and those remaining were all Dao Spirit Grand Venerables: three below Heaven, two above Earth, one mysterious and ineffable, and one with a heart stained with vermilion and yellow—all Dao Spirit Grand Venerables among the lower four ranks.
They were drinking their fill of fine wine when suddenly the noise subsided, and someone came riding on the waves.
"Congratulations, Great Venerable Fang Zong."
The man's voice had a hint of sarcasm.
The Grand Venerables all stood up, stepped back, and bowed their heads. Fang Zong glanced in the direction from which the voice came, then stood up and said, "So it's Grand Venerable Thousand Eyes. You are a dignified Grand Venerable of the Ancient Era, so please don't laugh at this brat."
"I'm not laughing at you, I just want you to see something."
The Thousand-Eyed Great Venerable was fair-skinned and thin, looking as if a gust of wind could blow him over. However, the two scarlet points in his eyes seemed to be divided into millions of pieces, each containing countless worlds.
He looked Fang Zong up and down carefully, then smiled and said, "I just wanted to ask you, how does it feel to be promoted to Grand Venerable?"
Fang Zong's face stiffened upon hearing this.
When he was promoted to Dao Spirit Grand Venerable, his strength increased more than a hundredfold. It can be said that even ten thousand peak Dao Control cultivators were like duckweed on water in his eyes, which he could destroy with a flick of his hand.
It was a feeling of being the only one who mattered, which was then shattered by a single sentence from the Plague Lord.
"Very strong, but also very weak."
What is strength? What is weakness?
"As strong as..."
Fang Zong thought carefully and replied uncertainly, "Like a god?"
“That’s right. Below the Dao Spirit, all are ants. You can think of yourself as a god.”
The Thousand-Eyed Grand Venerable said calmly, "When you advance to the Dao Spirit Grand Venerable level, you will be one of the true rulers of the Blackwater Palace. You will have the power of life and death over the hundreds of disciples of the Blackwater Palace and the six million people of the eight kingdoms under its jurisdiction... This power is immense; you will be a god!"
Six million?
Fang Zong was both amused and exasperated.
Six million subjects? That's nothing!
There are over 600 million people on Earth!
"Gods are heartless and do not need emotions."
The Thousand-Eyed Great Venerable once again said calmly, "Everyone who reaches the Dao Spirit stage is actually a god. They are gods in the eyes of others, and they are gods in their own eyes. Fang Zong, apart from the people included in our own beliefs, do we still regard other people as human beings? If you regard them as ants, then you are a true god."
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