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Chapter 584 - 57: Blazing Oil on a Raging Fire (Part 2)
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Chapter 584: Chapter 57: Blazing Oil on a Raging Fire (Part 2)

If the time is slightly shorter, it might not be an issue, but once the ’Holy Artifact’ around the altar is exhausted, Hecate will not leave the country, and the specific biological form represented by the Authority Ability Source Canon will be exposed, directly rejected by the entire Divine System.

And the consequences are extremely severe.

Although gods have no concept of treason... the local divine system that has been passed down for thousands of years is extremely exclusive, and some foreign legends often take hundreds of years to integrate into the local divine system.

Yet he chose direct worship... the Feudal Dynasty is already dead, the enfeoffment system has completely collapsed; at present, it is equivalent to obscene rites.

Clearly, this conflicts with his Authority Ability ’Five Emperors’ that originated from Zhou Rituals.

If an accident occurs.

He might even be rejected by the ’Five Emperors’ and directly lose his Authority Ability...

Moreover, Hecate wants to maximize power, opting for the Kunlun Pantheon... aiming to mix her Authority Ability Source Canon into it.

The uncertainties multiply.

After all, that’s the Kunlun Pantheon.

Even if the horse-faced man is optimistic, thinking about what he is doing now, he feels a chill down his spine.

However.

The temptation of the Jade Seal is too great.

Even if his spine chills, knowing that things cannot be done... the cost of failure is too high.

Yet a voice deep within his heart continues to drive him, prompting him to agree.

Even just agreeing, as everything comes ready, with things about to succeed and become irreversible... the horse-faced man regains a bit of clarity and once again recalls the Jade Seal.

Of course, the thought of regret might also be haunting him.

"Rest assured."

Upon hearing this, Hecate knows the horse-faced man’s thoughts, raises her right hand again, and holds it in the void.

That jade seal, exuding strands of yellow aura, appears once more.

"..."

The horse-faced man stares at the floating jade seal, his breath halts, then once more his rationality crumbles, and visibly his breath becomes heavier.

He gazes at the jade seal, after a long while, hoarsely asks: "How do I ensure you will give me the jade seal?"

"Rest assured, you also know the location of the altar."

Hecate lightly chuckles upon hearing this: "From the moment the ritual is completed, you become my temporary priest... We will share honor and shame, you have a hundred ways to make me yield.

I will hand you the jade seal the moment the ritual is completed."

She does not plan to break her word.

Although the jade seal is extremely valuable... Hecate indeed doesn’t mind handing it to the ’Self.’ As long as this can cultivate a power that matches the Celestial Strategy Mansion.

And observing the horse-faced man’s performance, and his desire for the jade seal, it’s clear... the other side will certainly make full use of it.

"..."

The horse-faced man hears this, falls silent again, finally looks at the jade seal in Hecate’s hand, and then stands on the altar.

Hecate shows a smile, lowers her hand, and begins to slowly move forward, while removing the robe from her body.

When she arrives naked at the top of the temporary altar.

The horse-faced man has already used Spirit to construct a phantom Spirit Blade.

"Well then, see you later."

Hecate spreads her hands, the mist on her face fully disappears, revealing a smile.

"...in the name of the ’Five Emperors.’"

The horse-faced man doesn’t speak, hesitates and struggles for a second, then whispers his Authority name, then swings his arm, thrusting forward... directly thrusting the phantom Spirit Blade in his hand towards Hecate’s chest.

Squish—

The sound of blade entering flesh echoes.

The female elder groans, the bright green in her eyes begins to fade, she seems to regain a bit of clarity, looking down at the knife in her chest, then up again at the horse-faced man before her: "You..."

But the horse-faced man has no intent to reply, forceful, thrusting again forward.

Slash—

Blood from the heart sprays out, splattering onto the white little flower at the top of the temporary altar, that symbol of life and purity, stained with specks of blue, suddenly changes in temperament, extraordinarily strange.

And the female elder’s eyes widen, looking at the horse-faced man... as the blade appears from her back, the green in her eyes vanishes completely.

Immediately, the ’Holy Artifacts’ placed around the altar suddenly come to life.

In the haze of sacred aura...

The white little flower stained with specks of blue blood radiates brightly... A grand beam of light suddenly shoots into the sky!

Vanishing in an instant.

...

At the same time.

In Kunlun.

Zhang Xiufeng and four Daoists are standing before the towering Bronze Gate, together with several Kunlun senior members, observing the plump, smooth azure Stone at the top of the gate, with difficulty on their faces.

Although Xia Yue lets them find a way to understand... what that Stone is about.

But they cannot even observe it up close, it’s indeed too demanding.

So at this moment, a few people are somewhat furrowed in their brows.

Uncertain of what to do.

And at the moment when a few people stand still, staring at the top of the Bronze Gate, thinking of countermeasures.

A beam of light bursts from the temporary altar.

Then transforms into invisible ripples, layered, instantly affecting Kunlun.

And Kunlun, already like a powder keg... is directly detonated.

Crack—

Suddenly.

A sound distinct from the previous, particularly clear, heard by everyone present even ordinary people, travels into their ears.

Zhang Xiufeng stands in the forefront, witnessing the Stone crack in the middle, with eyes wide open.

Without having reacted.

Crack-crack-crack—

More dense shattering sounds come.

And above the firmament, the originally sunny sky is suddenly filled with layer upon layer of dark clouds.

In an instant.

The world seems to transform into another scene.

Heavy, lead-gray clouds press atop a few people’s heads, the continuously accumulating clouds, like an invisible cover, shrouds all the objects before them within.

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