844 The Conniving Merchant! (1/2)

”How is that possible?” He Yunzi wasn't the only one who was dumbstruck by the sight. The other two purple-robed elders, princes of the Divine Eye civilization, had gasped aloud in shock.

The other royal family members around them were staring too, incredulity and disbelief shining in their wide eyes. A myriad of emotions appeared on their faces. They seemed incapable of controlling their emotions at that moment.

The pillar of red light that was bursting from the top of Wang Baole's head had reached the edge of the planet's atmosphere and merged with outer space. From afar, it looked as if the heavens had opened its eye, revealing a blood-red pupil as it gazed upon the living creatures on the ground.

The unleashing of such power had been unexpected, and it sent the heavens and earth quaking. It sent waves of energy rippling across the lands, red waves surging forth. A tornado rose into being, and Wang Baole was the eye of the storm, whose fierce howling winds lashed outwards with a force that could flatten mountains and empty oceans.

Everyone around him was forced to retreat, and gasps of terror rose into the air. It was as if they had just seen a ghost.

”Heavens… how tall is it… A hundred thousand feet, or maybe even a million feet tall?”

”I must be hallucinating… I must've eaten too many spirit herbs yesterday…”

”So… which one is the real emperor?”

A commotion broke out in the crowd. The cultivators from the Violet Gold civilization stood a distance away. Dressed in rainbow-colored robes and with their faces hidden behind purple masks, these cultivators were similarly taken aback. The extent of shock that they were feeling couldn't compare to what the royal family members were feeling, of course, but the sudden turn of events had shocked them as well. The only person who seemed unfazed was the Spirit Immortal realm cultivator leading them. His eyes glimmered with a strange light that quickly faded away.

It was obvious… that the pillar of red light rising from Wang Baole's head was beyond this world. When placed next to the beams of light rising from the other family members' heads… it was akin to seeing a giant standing next to a clutch of chicks.

Wang Baole was equally shocked, just like the rest of them. He had felt a tinge of unease when the Spirit Immortal realm cultivator from the Violet Gold civilization had whipped out the bronze lamp. After all, he had felt such a strong sense of kinship to the place when he had first arrived in the cemetery. But he had consoled himself then.

While the events that had unfolded next had brought a grimace to his face, they had also led to the sudden flash of an icy glint in his eyes. The theory that he had all this while was true!

The fact that I don't feel any forces of repulsion while I'm in the imperial cemetery and, in fact, feel an extreme sense of kinship to this place… has something to do with my practicing the Demonic Eye Art. But that's not the main reason. The main reason is because… of the will hidden within the Demonic Eye Art!

This will… is closely tied to the Divine Eye civilization. I can probably guess who it belongs to… There's a great chance that it belongs to the patriarch who created the Divine Eye Art, who is probably also… the first emperor of the Divine Eye civilization!

He had gone through the series of inferences and analysis and arrived at his conclusion within the blink of an eye. As he came to his conclusion, the old emperor, who had been howling in tears a moment ago, widened his eyes and stared dumbly at Wang Baole amidst the shocked gasps rising from the crowd. After a few moments, he climbed to his feet hastily and fell to his knees as he gave Wang Baole a deep bow.

”The esteemed patriarch, it's the esteemed patriarch. He's shown himself. He's returned to us!” The old emperor was visibly agitated. He bellowed loudly, at the top of his lungs, in order to show how excited he was. Bowing didn't appear to be enough to show how excited he was at the return of his patriarch. He kept kowtowing and slamming his forehead into the ground.

The fervor in his voice ignited a resonance that coursed through the blood of every royal family member. Members who had been coerced or pressured into supporting He Yunzi trembled and fell to their knees. Their voices joined the old emperor's.

”Greetings to the esteemed patriarch!”

”The patriarch?” There were still quite a few family members who remained standing while their fellow family members greeted their patriarch. He Yunzi and the other two princes were standing as well. Their eyes shone with murderous intent and greed.

Wang Baole narrowed his eyes instantly as he glanced at the kowtowing emperor and family members before him. The old emperor's reaction might have seemed perfectly normal, but Wang Baole still felt a slight unnaturalness to it. Wang Baole's arrival seemed too timely.

The timing had been too perfect. He had appeared at just the right time to hear the royal family spill their secrets and find out who the Violet Gold civilization was. The old emperor's cry about their patriarch finally showing himself and returning to the family suddenly gave Wang Baole some ideas about what was going on.