Published: January 31, 2025
Qin Chen coldly smiled: “If you were just a little foolish, I could explain your ineptitude as a result of your shattered divine soul after your fall, but you have shown no cunning along the way, which is not what one would expect from an emperor of the four extremes.”
“The saying goes, ‘extraordinary occurrences must have their origins.’”
“As a dignified emperor of the four extremes, your rise in the Underworld surely cannot be attributed to mere stupidity; yet you have acted so foolishly all along that I can’t help but suspect this is all a facade.”
“Indeed... The current fate of Yan Po Great Emperor confirms that you have been feigning ignorance all along,” Qin Chen said disdainfully. “However, this does corroborate what you said earlier: as long as you can return to Yellow Spring Mountain, you can indeed instantly subdue everything there. Regardless of whether Yan Po Great Emperor aligns with Five Peaks Underworld Emperor, this outcome cannot be changed.”
Qin Chen shook his head: “It’s a pity that, while Yan Po Great Emperor appears to be a clever man on the surface, in reality, he is utterly foolish. He’s probably only understood this as he approached death. When you adopted him as a foster son, you already had today’s plan in mind.”
“On the surface, he is the heir of your Yellow Spring Mountain, but in reality, he is just a pawn; a piece you laid down. Once you encounter danger and fall, he would be your stepping stone for resurrection.”
“This is also why you wanted me to return the remnant soul infused with your original heritage to the Underworld back then,” Qin Chen continued, shaking his head repeatedly. “Yan Po Great Emperor is truly an idiot; he actually conspired with Five Peaks Underworld Emperor to ambush you in the cosmic sea. He doesn't realize that if you were alive, he might have remained nothing but a piece destined for your resurrection forever, never to be used.”
“But he happened to have killed you, thus digging his own grave.”
Qin Chen sighed, reflecting that if Yan Po Great Emperor had not leaked the whereabouts of the Emperor of the Netherworld back in the day, he might not have met his demise today.
In the end, it was his own folly that brought about his death.
“You... Great Emperor…”
“Is Yan Po Great Emperor merely a pawn of yours?”
“This… this… this…”
Qin Chen’s words were like a heavy bomb, resounding through the void of Yellow Spring River, leaving Wan Gu Underworld Ancestor and the others dumbfounded, their hearts shaken.
At this moment, they were engulfed by endless waves, unable to calm down for a long time.
As the adopted son of the great emperor, Yan Po Great Emperor was actually a piece laid down by the great emperor, a cauldron for his resurrection. What about them? What about this group of underworld generals under his command? Were they also merely cauldrons?
Thinking of their previous disrespect towards the Emperor of the Netherworld in the Chaotic World, Wan Gu Underworld Ancestor turned pale, his lips trembling.
It wasn’t just him; the nearby Emperor of Beginning Charm and Dark Moon Nether Maiden were also left speechless.
The Emperor of the Netherworld had laid such deep plans, and the foolishness he had displayed earlier had all been an act. Did... Young Master Chen really not err in his statements?
However, when they saw the Emperor of the Netherworld hovering nearby, his gaze dark and uncertain, their hearts sank.
What Young Master Chen said could very well be true.
In an instant, chills ran down the spines of the Emperor of Beginning Charm and the others, a cold sweat breaking out.
They had previously underestimated the world too much.
This was a world where the weak were preyed upon by the strong. Those who survived in the Underworld and became top-tier emperors of the four extremes, no matter how simple they appeared on the surface, how could any of them be easy opponents?
It was no wonder that he had been the only one to enter the Dead Sea back then, almost getting trapped by the underlings of Four Extremes Great Emperor, like Kāluó Underworld Ancestor. When it came to cunning, he felt he had been too far removed.