Chapter 1915: Rats Hiding Their Heads?

"You all had better consider this carefully." The first emperor of the Black Sun Empire gave a dark laugh.

Behind him, over a thousand ninth-transformation Great Yin Demons stood quietly and expressionlessly.

The various factions' Ghost Immortals looked at one another, momentarily finding it difficult to make a decision. They were merely the elders of the top-tier powers. They came today for the Eighteen Heavens Prison Tower, not to choose a side. In this regard, they had no power of choice at all, let alone with the first emperor of the Black Sun Empire watching like a tiger with over a thousand ninth-transformation Great Yin Demons by his side. Considering how powerful he was, they were not certain if they could hold their ground against him even with the Dragon God Formation.

The Blood and Flesh Divine Palace's leading Ghost Immortal cupped his fist. "Senior Dragon God... we need to ask our palace master about this before we can make a decision."

"That's right. I must also ask my sect master," the Taiyi Immortal Sect's leading Ghost Immortal immediately echoed.

All of the Ghost Immortals used the same excuse, but in their hearts, they wondered, The situation here has become gridlocked, and a major battle is on the verge of breaking out. Why haven't the palace masters and sect masters arrived on the scene yet?

The first emperor of the Black Sun Empire looked at the Dragon God, a faint trace of mockery appearing in his eyes. "Dragon God, it seems they don't have much confidence in you."

"My juniors simply lack understanding. Do you elders lack understanding, too?" The Dragon God suddenly looked at a patch of empty space. "You're all already here. Why are you still hiding? Do you think everything will be fine if you don't show your face? The situation in the underworld affects not only the situation in the Nine Mortal Realms; it also has an important impact on the situation when the outsiders descend upon the Nine Realms."

A trace of surprise appeared in everyone's eyes. They all looked at the same patch of empty space.

"Have the ninth transformations of all factions arrived?" Fang Chen's thoughts shifted, a trace of curiosity also appearing in his eyes. Over the years, besides the Dragon God, he seemed to have only seen the ninth transformations of the Enlightenment God Palace, and even that was not very clear.

The first emperor of the Black Sun Empire sneered. "Since when have the ninth transformations of the mortal world also become rats that hide their heads and show their tails?"

The empty space surged violently. Once the Yin energy dispersed, one person after another appeared before everyone's eyes, their auras vaguely on par with the king of Yin Mountain. They were definitely no ordinary ninth transformations.

Each of the leading Ghost Immortals soon found the ninth transformations of their own lineages. They quickly cupped their fists in salute while simultaneously sighing in relief in their hearts. Now, be it choosing a side or making other decisions, it had nothing to do with them anymore. After all, if the sky collapsed, the tall ones would be the ones to hold it up.

"Isn't that Senior Taixu?" The core disciples of the Enlightenment God Palace instantly recognized the head of the Enlightenment Underworld's Reincarnation Division. After all, he was a seventh-transformation Ancient Immortal who had just advanced in recent years.

Like everyone else, Fang Chen's gaze immediately landed on an amiable-looking fat man beside Wang Chongsong. "Old Wang has also come. Could the one beside him be..."

Unable to recognize who he was, most of the Enlightenment God Palace's core disciples felt a bit bewildered. Only Xie Aman and Fang Chen had a hint of strangeness in their expressions.

"Everyone, why haven't you greeted the Palace Master yet?" Xie Aman asked. Taking the lead, she cupped her fist in salute toward the fat man beside Wang Chongsong.

"Palace Master?!" The group of Enlightenment God Palace's core members immediately suppressed the shock in their hearts and promptly saluted the fat man. They had never imagined that their Palace Master would look so... gentle?

Fang Chen also cupped his fist in salute as he secretly sighed in his heart. No wonder Old Wang likes to stay in the Enlightenment God Palace.

He first met the fat man during the Nether Ruins era, and they even spent a very long time together. He was Chen Feifei, Wang Chongsong's trusted subordinate at the time. Who could have imagined that someone so inconsequential from that time would become the top-tier ruler of a region in the Nine Realms era? Fang Chen had not guessed it before either, but thinking about it now, many things seemed to follow naturally.

Beside Chen Feifei stood over ten more people. Among them were the masters of the Taiyi Immortal Sect, the Blood and Flesh Divine Palace, and the Ten Thousand Star Palace. They were also with the master of Qingkong Mountain, the Grand Sacrificer of the Seven Stars Temple, and the master of the Moonlight Immortal Palace. Several people who likely led their own major power accompanied them as well, but the forces under their command weren't with them.

As soon as the group of ninth transformations manifested, the situation somewhat changed again. After all, as long as a Half-Step Heavenly Dao did not appear, they were the strongest beings in the world, inferior not even to the king of Yin Mountain.

Chen Feifei waved his hand to Xie Aman and the others, then spoke mockingly to the first emperor of the Black Sun Empire. "First Emperor of the Black Sun Empire, you insulted us in the past, and you still insult us now. What do you mean by rats hiding their heads? We just wanted to watch the commotion quietly; is that not allowed?"

"You dare mock me?" The first emperor of the Black Sun Empire gave Chen Feifei a half-smile. "You guys are hailed by the world as the strongest, but to me, you have neither background nor foundation. In the previous era, you simply did not make the cut."

Chen Feifei and the others did not get angry either; their expressions remained calm.

"If you say we don't make the cut, then we don't make the cut? Times have changed. Your ways might be slightly stronger than ours, but how much stronger can they be?" Chen Feifei sneered. "You are clearly human, yet you went and kissed the demonic beasts' feet anyway. You even want to sell out the Nine Realms. What kind of thing are you?"

The emperor calmly replied, "If you spoke to me this way in the earlier years, I would have easily squeezed you to death like an ant."

Chen Feifei sneered. "As you said, that was back in the earlier years. Please stop living in the past. It is precisely because of that mindset that you chose to kiss the foul feet of the demonic beasts. Are you trying to become a part of the Soul Race and use that to rid yourself of your humanity and learn the methods of the Saint Canon?"

"He who understands the times is a wise man. This has been the truth since ancient times. However, speaking to you is pointless anyway. You do not make the cut and are not qualified to enter the halls of fame." The emperor smiled faintly, his gaze sweeping across the ninth transformations. "Every single one of you has more or less some background regarding the Ten Saints. Your juniors might not be well versed in our history, but you should have some understanding. You ought to know that you are not qualified to speak before me. Have the people behind you come out. Perhaps they can exchange a few sentences with me."

Deep down, Leng Buqi and the other cultivators found it strange.

Where is that arrogance coming from?The foundation of the Black Sun Empire is not necessarily superior to the likes of the Enlightenment God Palace, is it? Is it just because he's from an older generation? Aren't they all ninth transformations...

Three figures walked out amidst a surging Yin energy on another patch of empty space. Two of them stood slightly behind, guarding the man in the center.

"Then you should know the background of my race even better. When it comes to foundation, background, and origin, what qualification do you have to point out here?" the man in the center questioned.

He had sword-like eyebrows, starry eyes, and silver hair that reached his waist like a Milky Way waterfall softly drifting in the wind. His outfit was somewhat similar to that of the first emperor of the Black Sun Empire, but instead of a bright-yellow base, it was a profound black base paired with a white inner lining.

A trace of pleasant surprise showed in the Black Sun Empire's leading Ghost Immortal's eyes. He immediately cupped his fist in salute to this person.

Shao Guangyin, who had been hiding in the dark all this time, caught sight of the newcomer. His eyes flashed sharply.

The Dragon God's eyes revealed a faint smile. "This is the current emperor of the Black Sun Empire. Shao Mengyuan. He is also a bloodline descendant of the Black Sun Empire's first emperor, but he has clearly reincarnated from the Demon Race, and within the Demon Race, his status is not low either."

Fang Chen could see it; the two beside the emperor of the Black Sun Empire had to be the ninth-transformation immortals of the Grand Wei Study and the Nine Nether Immortal Sect, but they clearly lagged behind Shao Mengyuan by half a step on purpose, showing that they acknowledged him as their leader.