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Mister Tianji’s origins have always been mysterious.

At times, he seems to be a member of this power, sometimes as if he were part of a designer’s team.

To this day, no one can figure out what kind of existence he truly is, and his special abilities, which could stir up storms and clouds, have never been used for anything other than observing.

Many people are curious, including the Emperor himself. Among the five great gentlemen, Mister Tianji should have the most unique abilities.

Yet, the things he seems to do pose the least threat. Mister Origami at least schemed a plot for the Demon Fox’s fight for inheritance, and Mister Five Poison was closely guarded against. Only Mister Tianji, with such ability to stir up storms, did nothing!

So, he’s a member of the Taoist Sect?

"Surprising?" The Buddha Lord gazed at the fragments ahead and said quietly, "How could a hidden sect like the Taoist Sect have done nothing for so many years and just been on the sidelines?"

"I don’t know what those Westerners are thinking; their direct power is indeed strong, but the nature of the Taoist Sect means they won’t be without plans.

Yet, that bunch of people had no precautions at all.

Oh... it’s not that they weren’t guarded, but they didn’t know what the other party would do, so they couldn’t guard against it. "

"So... was the Eyes of Direct Death appropriated by Mister Tianji after that incident?" the Emperor curiously asked. "Such a great weapon taken by another force, do you have any concerns about it?"

"As long as the overall situation aligns with expectations, why bother with the trade-offs of some power?" Old Liu chuckled, "The Taoist Sect is a force of the Heavenly Dao Organization, and its original intention will not change. That thing in their hands is far safer than in other forces."

The Emperor looked at the terrifying thunderclouds ahead and didn’t feel safe at all.

At this moment, dark clouds loomed over the Western family’s sky, and purple lightning flickered within the thunderclouds, instantly turning the faces of the Western group pale.

How could they not know the terrifying effect of the Dao Fruit once controlled by Madam Joseph?

But when they wanted to leave, they found they couldn’t get out no matter what...

Clearly, the plain didn’t have rugged mountain paths, all were vast fields, yet there was no way to escape the range of the thunderclouds. After walking just a few steps, they realized they were confined within a certain space.

"How is this possible?"

Chief Joseph’s face was ashen. Indeed, the Taoist Sect’s Qimen Dunjia has such a mystical space-constraining technique, and under the Eight Diagrams Formation, there’s no way out. But how could this place have an Eight Diagrams Formation set in advance?

If Northern Wolf City was a trap set up over time, how could they have anticipated where they were standing?

The prairie is vast, accessible from all directions; how could the large-scale formation like the Eight Diagrams Formation be pre-arranged to ensure its position?

Seeing the purple lightning brewing above, the terrifying power of destruction chilled them to the bone, but they couldn’t think of a solution. For the first time facing such a life-and-death crisis, they were like machines frozen, and some family leaders even broke down and shouted.

No way...

Chief Joseph suddenly said, "We couldn’t be anticipated in advance unless there’s an inside mole, or... someone very clever is hidden among us, using themselves as the formation’s eye to unleash the Eight Diagrams Formation!"

Among us?

Everyone was stunned and immediately looked around suspiciously. Doesn’t that sound too far-fetched?

Moreover, if that supposed clever person is among us, when the thunder strikes, can they keep themselves safe?

Isn’t this a mutual destruction approach?

Many leaders didn’t believe it. The stronger the person, the more they fear death; it is their common understanding.

People on the lower levels are willing to sacrifice, willing to die together because they don’t understand the beauty of longevity.

At a certain level, the longing for life becomes stronger.

Such a person capable of independently casting the Eight Diagrams Formation is undoubtedly a top-level existence in the Taoist Sect!

At the very least, equivalent to the Three-Eyed of Heaven’s Court or the Victorious Fighting Buddha of the Buddha Kingdom. Would such an existence use themselves as bait, willing to perish together?

Impossible...

Small people might, but the big ones... there’s no such person...

And all around are Western faces, who could be their inside man?

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"Who is the inside mole?" the Emperor was also curious about this point.

He originally thought the decapitation plan required their direct involvement, which was extremely risky, but he was willing to gamble. However, he didn’t expect such a powerful person to also be willing to face death with calm.

A sense of respect arose in the Emperor’s heart.

No matter which force that person belongs to, it is indeed an extraordinary person who possesses such capabilities yet is willing to use their life as bait.

The stronger you are, the longer you desire to live, which is the nature of any creature. The Emperor himself is the same, and strong beings have strong desires; the stronger the desire, the harder it is to let go of life.

But that person did it, forcibly suppressing their biological instinct, making such a decision. Whoever it is, the Emperor feels they deserve respect, which is why he curiously asked for the name, wanting to know who it really is.

"Those Westerners, ah, they pay too much attention to their so-called skin color.

" Old Liu sneered, "In their eyes, white-skinned people’s bloodline is noble, at the top of all races, with arrogance in their bones.

Their elite troops are always selected from the white-skinned people in Digital City. "

"But they forgot one thing: their once-proud bloodline has long been lost. Ever since they greedily initiated the three wars, the so-called white people, yellow people, and even black people have long ceased to exist. All that’s left is data."

"Since it’s data, whether it’s white-skinned or yellow-skinned, isn’t it just a string of code?"

Emperor: "....."

"Pu YunChuan is a Super Life Form, invading the digital system, using reincarnation as the system, reincarnating people onto the Outer Islands. After giving birth to white-skinned ones, they are then sent to Western Digital City. After that, they can operate at will, can’t they?"

The Emperor was speechless, clearly somewhat lost, seeing which Old Liu explained, "The Taoist Sect has a special ability called Ghost Immortal Stealing Fetus. They major in spiritual body, allowing them to steal human fetuses in the form of a spiritual body, naturally be born, thus directly reincarnating into the next life without traversing the Path of Yin Yang. This is the Taoist Sect’s unique secret, which is why, despite not controlling any Ghost Kings on the Path of Yin Yang, they can ensure their people’s long-term survival. "

A trace of coldness flashed in the Emperor’s eyes. Taking over a fetus means killing someone else’s child and occupying the nest, doesn’t it?

It seems that he was right. Whether it’s the Taoist Sect or the Buddha Kingdom, in essence, they are demons.

Human demons... ultimately cannot coexist!

"Is that person very high-ranking in the Taoist Sect?" the Emperor continued to ask.

"Very high, almost unrivaled...." Old Liu sighed softly.

"Unrivaled?"

"To ensure nothing goes wrong, to achieve such precision, there is only one person!"

"Who?"

"Pu YunChuan himself!"