The will of the Sacred Lands was equivalent to one of the highest orders of the Devouring Demon Clan.
If the Devouring Demon Clan's Patriarch did not appear, then the will of the Sacred Lands was the strongest. The four Sacred Lands were the claws and fangs of the Devouring Demon Clan's Patriarch, as well as his confidants. In order to pursue the legendary realm of Primal Chaos Controller, he threw away all distracting thoughts and spent most of his time in seclusion.
Therefore, the vast Origin Realm was under the control of the Four Sacred Lands.
Once any race had reached the peak of reproduction, all kinds of problems would inevitably occur. The Devouring Demon Clan was no exception. If the Devouring Demon Clan's Patriarch was present, no one would dare to have any other thoughts.
But now, the Devouring Demon Clan's Patriarch had yet to come out of seclusion.
The forces under the Four Sacred Lands gradually began to evolve. Each of them wanted to fight for more resources.
However, no matter what, the Four Sacred Lands were the targets of the various Prefectures. They had to obey the orders of the Sacred Lands. That was why the Sacred Lands' envoy was so arrogant.
In their eyes, a mere Lord of a Prefecture was nothing in front of the Sacred Lands.
However, he encountered the Ghost Palace's Lord. Although the latter was also from the Devouring Demon Clan, he had betrayed them a long time ago. Moreover, he had obtained a trace of the Underworld's inheritance and established the Underworld above the Underworld's passageway.
He had his own plans and plans.
A mere Sacred Lands' envoy dared to show off in front of him. He was simply courting death.
Crack!
He exerted force with his foot. Immediately, the envoy's chest seemed to collapse. The sound of bones shattering could be heard. The envoy screamed and hurriedly begged for mercy, "Lord …"
The Ghost Palace's Lord removed his foot and said coldly, "Speak."
This time, the envoy had learned his lesson. He did not dare to act presumptuously in front of the Ghost Palace's Lord. After standing up, he said in a low voice, "Lord, the Sacred Lands sent me to the Ghost Palace territory with a mission for the Ghost Palace to complete."
Then, he reported the details of the mission to the Ghost Palace's Lord.
The latter's expression was calm, but a trace of cold killing intent flashed in the depths of his eyes.
"You want me to hand over the cultivation resources the Ghost Palace has collected over the years?"
He said coldly. The blue-robed middle-aged man beside him could see the Ghost Palace's Lord's anger. He secretly tugged on the Ghost Palace's Lord's clothes, indicating him to calm down. After all, this envoy represented the Sacred Lands' will.
If they really killed him, the Holy Land would be humiliated, and they would definitely stop at nothing to deal with the Ghost Manor. At that time, they would have no choice but to escape into the Netherworld.
After all, the entire Origin World belonged to the Devil Devouring Clan.
The Ghost Manor Lord glanced at the emissary and said, "My Ghost Manor has encountered countless difficulties and sought help from the Sacred Land, but the Sacred Land turned a blind eye to it. Over the years, the Ghost Manor has finally developed under my leadership, but the Sacred Land wants me to hand over all the cultivation resources we've gathered over the years?"
"Palace Lord, the Four Great Holy Lands are all doing the same thing. I'm sure you've heard some rumors. The cultivation resources that we're collecting are not for the Holy Lands to use, but for the Old Ancestor." The Holy Land Emissary was filled with respect when he mentioned the Old Ancestor.
No one in the Devouring Demon Clan would be disrespectful to the Great Ancestor.
"Patriarch?"
The Ghost Manor Lord's eyes flickered. To be honest, he was also afraid of the legendary ancestor.
After all, he was a peak existence that had created an Origin World. No one in the entire Primal Chaos Void was a match for him. A single word from him could control the lives of hundreds of millions of clansmen.
"Phew."
The Ghost Manor Lord took a deep breath and said in a hoarse voice, "Go back first. I'll sort out the cultivation resources and send them to the Sacred Land soon."
"Alright, then I'll take my leave first."
With that, the Holy Land Emissary quickly left the City Lord Manor.
Bang!
The Ghost Manor Lord smashed the wooden table beside him with a ferocious expression. "This is too much."
The Ghost Manor's accumulation over the years was to prepare for opening the Forbidden Land of the Underworld. If they were to hand it all over to the Sacred Land, his plans over the years would be completely ruined.
"Don't be rash."
The blue-robed middle-aged man dissuaded, "You should be aware of the Old Ancestor's strength. The Four Great Holy Lands are currently collecting cultivation resources for him. Perhaps he's reached the most critical moment of his seclusion and is making the final push."
"Perhaps, something went wrong with his seclusion …"
The blue-robed middle-aged man leaned towards the second possibility.
After all, at their level, it was extremely difficult to advance any further.
The slightest carelessness could lead to danger.
"No matter what, the Four Great Holy Lands are collecting cultivation resources for the Old Ancestor. At this juncture, you'll be condemned by everyone if you resist," the blue-robed middle-aged man said.
The Ghost Manor Lord nodded.
Whoosh!
At this moment, a blue light flashed between his eyebrows. His expression changed as his figure flashed and disappeared into the ground.
He knew that the blue light was a signal from the Underworld.
After passing through layers of seals, the Ghost Manor Lord arrived at a depth of ten billion miles. Normally speaking, even a Limit Saint would not be able to dive so deep.
However, the Ghost Manor Lord was not an ordinary Saint. He had the mark of the Underworld.
Whoosh!
The deeper he went, the more the blue light on his forehead flickered. Soon, he arrived at the boundary.
Looking at the boundary, the Ghost Manor Lord became even more determined.
Buzz!
He opened his palm and gently pinched the blue jade pendant. His figure instantly disappeared.
… …
In the Origin World, orders from the Sacred Lands were everywhere. All the cultivation resources of the Manors were being counted and prepared to be handed over.
However, the Cliff of Death gradually quieted down.
Some guessed that the powerful existences in the Cliff of Death might have heard the news about the Old Ancestor and thus calmed down, not daring to act rashly.
Some said that the powerful existences in the Cliff of Death had fallen into a deep sleep and were making their final push.
Of course, some said that this was the rhythm of the dark storm before dawn.
In short, everyone was anxious and the atmosphere in the Cliff of Death was unprecedentedly tense.
As for Fang Chen, he was still trapped in the dreamland. He had been trapped in it for over thirty years.
"The speed at which the Puppet Fighters are condensing is slowing down."
He discovered that after defeating one Puppet Fighter, the speed at which another Puppet Fighter was condensing had greatly decreased.
In the past, it would condense in an instant. Now, it would take more than a month to condense.
Sometimes, it would even take half a year or even a year to condense.
He guessed that the condensing of Puppet Fighters would consume the energy of the Void Battleground. In the past thirty years, he had defeated countless Puppet Fighters and the Void Battleground's energy had been greatly depleted.
This caused the speed at which the Puppet Fighters were condensing to greatly decrease.
"If the Puppet Fighters in the Void Battleground are completely consumed and I am unable to condense another Puppet Fighter, will I be able to leave the Dream Realm and return to reality?"
Fang Chen thought to himself.
When he thought of this, a trace of excitement rose in his heart. It seemed that escaping the Dream Realm was no longer out of reach.