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Can you take it?

Everyone was focused on the silhouette of the Demon Statue, as they all wanted to know which faction it belonged to.

Now, it had even taken action for Zi Yue, and the one being tested was the Child of Destiny from the Human Race.

No one present believed that the depth and strength could go untested.

Especially when the opponent wanted to face the Emperor’s punch directly.

Everyone knew how domineering the Emperor’s power was. Even Shenyue, as powerful as she was, could only manage with top-level secret techniques at the same level. The stance of the opponent, taking it head-on, indeed made people unable to help but glance sideways.

The speed of the Emperor was incredibly fast. Before anyone could speculate, the two forces had collided.

In the black illusionary ink, a hand caught the dazzling golden flame. The moment they collided, the terrifying Golden Crow Flame melted the surrounding area of several meters, and its domineering power made even the Sparrow Bee step back, overawed.

It was no wonder that even Shenyue dared not to take it head-on—if the power levels equaled, she might not have been able to avoid it in the first world and under such domineering momentum, she might not even be able to escape.

Up close, he had given up all his inner pride; he was now certain that if it came to a life-and-death duel, he was no match for this Mortal Emperor!

Far away, the Priest also took a deep breath. He knew why the High Priest had been powerless to resist. Even when he had reacted, exerting King Level power, he still believed it was unavoidable death. Such domineering power could melt anyone.

Even farther away, Shenyue couldn’t help but admire. She had personally experienced that power before, but still couldn’t help exclaiming upon seeing it again, "The talent of this generation’s Emperor is truly remarkable."

"It’s not that remarkable..." Nearby, the Guard Commander’s voice remained cold: "This world is the birthplace of the Human Race. You have suppressed the destiny of the Human Race for too long. After accumulating so much, the emergence of a powerful Emperor isn’t strange at all."

"That’s true..." Shenyue smiled slightly.

The Myriad Clans oppressed the Human Race.

The resentment of the Human Race extracted high concentrations of pure Earth Spirit, while the price paid turned the Humans into Resentful Spirits in the Netherworld.

As the Yin and Yang of the world circulated, the accumulating resentment through several reincarnations would inevitably cause imbalance once they returned to the mortal realm; the consciousness of this world had already awakened and was resisting.

In fact, it wasn’t just her feeling this; other guilds’ senior leaders also sensed this. This cycle of reincarnation... might well be the last cycle of reincarnation in this world!

But what surprised her even more was that Demon Statue. What kind of Demon Statue had the King of Qin hidden after all, to actually be able to borrow the destiny power of the mortal realm?

The intense collision wasn’t as catastrophic as imagined. The Demon Statue’s hand, like jade, carried the illusionary black ink, appearing ethereal and traceless, seemingly incapable of withstanding such terrifying force.

But it had withstood.

The horrifying flame, upon touching the illusionary ink, turned into fire drawn on paper, as though no matter what the force, under this illusionary demon, it was just brushstrokes.

The Emperor felt the same; this encounter was very much like the one with Shenyue, feeling like punching into cotton. He instantly concluded that the opponent’s force was akin to an original force.

The Golden Crow could destroy everything in the world, but before destruction, there was an even more ancient force—the power of Yin Yang Reincarnation, the force of rebirth of all things.

No matter how powerful, nothing could escape reincarnation; such almost primal force couldn’t be withstood by brute force.

"My name... White Drawing!"

The Demon Statue, gazing at the Emperor close by, spoke in its peculiar Yin Yang voice, "That is the name your King of Qin gave me."

"White Drawing?"

At this name, both Shenyue and the Guard Commander narrowed their eyes.

They had heard this name...

But not in the game, but outside it.

When they were still a group of heroes about to enter the game, apart from physical training and ideological education, another task was to experience various versions of the game using simulators.

The official retained version only stayed at the end of the third version, which led these players, even though they controlled this universe, could only keep the world in the third version, not daring to venture rashly, fearing that something more terrifying might break their dominion, for they had no knowledge of the fourth version at all.

The demons in this world were extremely terrifying; without any information, they could never fully imagine what horrific things awaited them. Having once constantly been on the verge of becoming demon fodder, it was a horror they did not wish to experience again.

There was very little information about the fourth version, but some details had been revealed in advance. They all knew that in the fourth version, the main focus would be on the Otherworldly Demon Statues.

In the third version, although the Otherworldly Demon Statues also appeared in large numbers, even with a separate copy about the Demon Statue, they weren’t the main focus; the primary focus was still on those top-tier demon forces from outer space.

But it was said that in the fourth version the Otherworldly Demon Statues would proliferate wildly, with the key lying among the Four Great Golems.

These Four Great Golems had never appeared in several eras, but none had forgotten those names, especially after the Reincarnators, always wary of the statues, gained control of Reincarnation. They were extremely apprehensive of the names that appeared in the previews for the fourth version.

Big Dipper, Earth Spirit, Four Ruthless, White Drawing!

Only these four statue names were left from the initial fourth version, and then there were no other details; although countless years had passed, Shenyue still remembered clearly.

White Drawing... had it really already appeared?

This one is indeed very special...

After all, Demon Statues were generally just crazy destroyers.

They had never seen one acting like a living person as this one was doing now.

When the King of Qin had almost been on the verge of changing the world, seeing a significant advantage about to be reached, countless Celestial Phenomena had suddenly forced the King of Qin to gather everyone and take a risk to seal them.

It was also because of that major blow to his vital energy that the Emperor had the chance to ambush him.

After that incident, the Emperor’s power had surged dramatically, and the higher-ups in the guild now suspected that the Emperor had intercepted the power of a Celestial Phenomenon.

And now it seemed that the King of Qin had not completely sealed them back then but had left a contingency plan.

Now that the King of Qin had disappeared, having been plotted against by Chen Qing, what could this Demon Statue that might have reached an agreement with the King of Qin be doing now... What does it want? What’s its purpose? And now... whose side is it really on?

Countless doubts surged in their hearts, and at this moment, both Shenyue and the Guard Commander were on high alert. The sheer implications of this name were too significant, potentially signaling the start of a new version, and they had to be cautious!

There wasn’t much time left for everyone to think. In a flash, the battle between the Demon Statue and the Emperor of the Mortal World had already shown signs of progress.

The Emperor’s power was overwhelmingly mighty and came fiercely fast, but its weaknesses were also apparent.

Those who followed such a domineering path were strong and swift initially but lacked stamina and after a significant drain before, if he couldn’t defeat his opponent quickly now, he seemed about to turn into a style of a painting due to the effect of the ink around the opponent.

In a critical moment, Sparrow Bee’s eyes revealed a killing intent, but he couldn’t find any flaws.

The mist of illusion ink around the opponent seemed loose, but there appeared to be no angle to breakthrough. He felt that even as a King Level, encountering that thing could have serious consequences.

Should he strike?

For a moment, Sparrow Bee hesitated.

He wasn’t sure and his instincts told him that acting now could have grave consequences.

Given the present situation, how could he afford to hesitate even for a moment?

Just in that moment of hesitation, the Emperor seemed to have fallen into the painting, trapped within it.

Seeing this, Sparrow Bee felt a chill in his heart and retreated without hesitation.

This was too strange; he mustn’t engage in a direct fight.

But in the eyes of the Emperor there was a different scene. After a punch without effect, he knew he had lost and had thought of his own fate, but he had never expected to see such a scene.

"Chen Qing?"

The Emperor in the painting looked at the person before him, his face showing disbelief for the first time.