Chapter 1924: A Pear Blossom Pressing Down on a Begonia

Upon seeing the Consort Yan Seal, Wang Chongsong could not resist transmitting to Fang Chen, "Kid, I don't know whether to call you lucky or unlucky, but at the very least, Motian Dizang isn't a guy."

They had previously discussed this issue regarding the Consort Yan Seal, but now that the problem was right in front of them, there seemed to be no way to resolve it.

Seeing Motian Dizang take out the Consort Yan Seal, Lu Fengshen and the others were instantly alarmed and enraged. "Motian Dizang, are you truly going to betray our race?!"

"You have it the other way around. Our race betrayed me."

Holding the Consort Yan Seal, a vicissitude that did not belong to her age appeared on Motian Dizang's tender face.

"Remember the time the demonic beasts declined, outsiders bullied us, and then the Human Race migrated here, drove them away, and occupied the land of the Nine Realms, even taking the Major Immortal World and the Underworld as their territory? During that period, under the leadership of you old fogeys, I commanded the cultivators of the Motian Division to spare no effort in serving our race time and time again.

"Yet now, when I am about to attain the Dao, my kind is the first to betray me?" Motian Dizang sneered. "What does that even count as?"

In a deep tone, Shi Xinghai replied, "Daoist Motian, it is not that we betrayed you, but that we had no choice. The Transcendent Realm of the Nine Realms is dying out, as you have seen. If another Heavenly Dao emerges, the Nine Realms will thoroughly degenerate into a barren land."

Motian Dizang said calmly, "Junior, this is no place for you to speak. If you want to leave the Nine Realms, you are free to do so. Since the Nine Realms are already dying out, does it really lack a single Heavenly Dao like me? From the very beginning, you all planned to use the Nine Realms as a bargaining chip—a piece of pastry—to curry favor with the big shots of the outsiders."

Instead of shutting his mouth, Shi Xinghai tried to appeal to Motian Dizang's emotions and reason. "Only by doing so can it serve as the foundation for our two races to establish a foothold in the territory of the external paths."

Shao Mengyuan smiled faintly. "Shi Xinghai, stop trying to persuade her. A glance was all she needed to see through your selfishness. You don't want a Heavenly Dao to appear here, but is that truly for the sake of the Nine Realms? You simply fear that having one will affect your subsequent deployment. When a Heavenly Dao hovers in the sky, your words alone will no longer be enough to determine a lot of things. Since that's the case, I agree that there should be a Heavenly Dao in the Nine Realms. What do you all think?"

Chen Feifei and the others smiled faintly, too. "We agree as well."

"That's the only way for us to gain an invincible position and free up enough time for us to ponder our subsequent paths."

"Precisely."

At this point, the stances of both sides had become crystal clear.

The Motian Division, which was originally thought to be one of the Demonic Beast Race's trump cards, was now standing on the side of the Demon Race and the Human Race. Conversely, the Minor Immortal World, which was originally thought to belong to the Human camp, was resolutely standing with the Demonic Beast Race.

The Dragon God smiled a little. "Now you have a half-step Heavenly Dao, and so do we. I see that in this matter, you are already powerless to reverse the situation. Let us not engage in internal strife and fighting. It is better to preserve our strength to cope with the outsiders that may arrive soon."

Lu Fengshen's face turned somewhat green. She attempted to continue persuading Motian Dizang. "Motian, you should prioritize the bigger picture. The position of Heavenly Dao is not as wonderful as you imagine. It is actually a prison that will trap you to death within the Nine Realms! Why not follow us and head to a vaster world together? The Seeking Dao Faction has already established a foothold over there. I believe that with your cultivation level, you can also hold a high position there!"

"I only want this position of Heavenly Dao, which is also what the Demonic Beast Race once promised me. You said you would support my ascension," Motian Dizang replied calmly. "Since you broke your word and deceived me, then no matter how glib-tongued you are, I will not believe a single word."

Lu Fengshen was rendered speechless. Still, she managed to say, "Fine. Even if you want to become the Heavenly Dao, then so be it. We will support you. Why must you stand with the humans? Monarch Fang is as minuscule as an ant in your eyes, so why employ the Consort Yan Seal? Do you know what kind of effect that supreme treasure of the Underworld has?"

Lu Fengshen suddenly changed her tone. "How about this: We will support you in becoming the Heavenly Dao. Afterward, you must also support us in conducting friendly contact with the outsiders, doing your best to agree to their conditions. In this way, the Seeking Dao Faction outside can possess a more stable status, and we can also obtain more assistance."

Motian Dizang smiled faintly. "Too late."

Right in front of everyone, she used a flame to refine the Consort Yan Seal.

The Consort Yan Seal transformed into a wisp of blue smoke, instantly sinking into the space between her eyebrows. In that fraction of a second, Fang Chen felt as though a certain special connection had been established between himself and her.

Matters had somewhat exceeded his imagination. He had hypothesized what would happen if someone used the Consort Yan Seal to threaten him one day, but he had never expected that Motian Dizang, a grand half-step Heavenly Dao, would use it so resolutely.

Why is that? Is it because she's angry at her race and deliberately wants to retaliate against them?

Chen Enxue looked at Xie A'man with a peculiar expression. "Boss, what is the Consort Yan Seal? How come we've never heard of it?"

For Lu Fengshen and the others to be so wary of Motian Dizang using the Consort Yan Seal indicated that its existence also held a vital influence over today's situation.

Xie A'man muttered to herself, "Number Nine is in trouble... A pear blossom pressing down on a begonia, an old ox strictly looking for tender grass to chew..."

"Huh???"

Xie A'man frowned. "Motian Dizang has used the Consort Yan Seal. From now on, she is Monarch Yan's consort, the only other master of the Underworld."

Finally realizing what was happening, Chen Enxue instantly sucked in a breath of cold air. She subconsciously looked at Motian Dizang, then glanced at Fang Chen, momentarily unsure of what to say.

With Motian Dizang becoming the consort, wouldn't the situation in the Underworld become stable? Still, should this matter be celebrated? Although they believed Number Nine was already very extraordinary, could Old Ninth truly suppress Motian Dizang?

Motian Dizang's voice suddenly echoed within Fang Chen's mind. "Rest assured, Li Daoye personally refined the Consort Yan Seal. It will no longer have the kind of effect it did back then."

Afterward, she opened her eyes, held Fang Chen's hand without any reservation, and looked calmly at Lu Fengshen.

"Now, he and I are one family, while you are already outsiders. Why haven't you retreated?"

Seeing that matters could no longer be undone, Lu Fengshen's gaze became incomparably icy cold. "We will not retreat; we are definitely fighting. Even if the Eighteen Heavens Prison Tower falls into your hands, you won't be able to attain the position of Heavenly Dao in a short period of time. It can no longer influence this battlefield. The only ones who can influence this battlefield are us."

"You?" Shao Mengyuan frowned. "I can immediately have Emperor Huang Tian come here to play as well. We have him, Motian Dizang, the Dragon God Formation, my God-Slaying Army, and the various powerful beings of the Upper Three Realms. Do you truly have the guts to fight us with just the God Dao Sect, the Minor Immortal World, and a jumping clown like the first Black Sun emperor?"

"What you see is merely the tip of the iceberg."

Yet another figure tore through the void.

Saint Jinyang?

Fang Chen's expression stirred. As expected, the Ten Saints of the mortal world were still alive.