Chapter 351: Chapter 65: Imperial Master of the Diluo Country

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The Demon Emperor’s voice echoed above Anxi Prefecture.

Many sect disciples’ faces turned extremely ugly, obviously recalling many unpleasant memories. They had all witnessed the scenes of demons devouring people in the Primitive World, and it was truly unforgettable.

The Demon Emperor’s words made it clear that if the culprits were not handed over, the gruesome scene of swallowing people alive would be reenacted, putting the situation they least wanted to see on the table.

Right now, sacrificial altars were being opened everywhere, and Western State was just one of them. How could they spare more manpower to invest in the battlefield?

And the demon army from the Primitive World seemed endless and almost impossible to annihilate. The current situation was extremely disadvantageous for the human race.

For a moment, the human cultivators, who had just regained some morale, fell into depression once again.

Gu Tianji, Cai Yuxiang, Zi Yun, and others represented the younger generation of Immortal Sects. Naturally, they were the first ones to face this turbulence, and they should be the most troubled.

As the chaotic era arrived, the positions of the human race and demons changed. In peaceful and prosperous times, demons had always been hiding, not daring to show themselves. But now they were trampling upon humans as if they had been reduced to their livestock and food. This was something that no human cultivator could accept.

Meanwhile, in the Temporary Imperial Palace in Anxi Prefecture.

Standing in front of Zhao Huai was a domineering woman in a fiery phoenix skirt. She stood next to the Dragon Chair, her body naturally curvy and enchantingly beautiful, even the large robe couldn’t hide her alluring figure. Her faintly glowing exposed skin looked almost divine.

Yu Qinghan raised her eyes after experiencing extreme exhaustion. Her long eyelashes were extremely beautiful, and a divine smile appeared in her eyes.

As her cultivation became increasingly profound, Madam’s charm grew greater and greater.

“What does my husband plan to do in response to the Demon Emperor’s harsh words?”

Her words did not contain much panic.

Zhao Huai looked at her with a sympathetic gaze, a hint of tenderness appearing in his eyes.

For the past five years, Yu Qinghan had been tirelessly managing many affairs of the Xia Country, including many secret decisions in Yan Country made by her.

Exhaustion was written all over her face, yet she never complained.

In response to her question, Zhao Huai answered seriously, “We must save the people, but we cannot be impulsive. We need to ensure the safety of Anxi Prefecture. I already have several ideas in mind. Can you trust me?”

Yu Qinghan’s face remained the same as before, but a hint of calmness had appeared. She smiled gently and said:

“You are my husband. If I don’t trust you, who else can I trust?”

With gratitude, Zhao Huai went on:

“There is a huge gap in strength between the Primitive World and the human race. Only by uniting all human cultivators can we possibly stand against them. If everyone is only concerned about their own interests, the human race will become scattered, and the Immortal World will eventually head toward destruction.”

“Do you want to seek the power of devil cultivators and the remnants of the Western States, my husband?”

Yu Qinghan quickly realized the key point and frowned.

“The right and evil ways are incompatible, like water and fire. It’s almost impossible to unite them, especially since the Western States don’t have a good impression of the Central State. Consolidation is unattainable.”

Zhao Huai shook his head and said, “The Devil Sect is not united. The Ten Devil Sects led by the Heavenly Devil Palace may seem the same as they did years ago, but their relationships in secret are even worse than those of the Immortal Sects.

While the Immortal Sects are now united against the invasion of the other worlds, the Devil Sect is not.’

After all, the Heavenly Devil Palace is still a foreign force. Many devil cultivators don’t have a sense of belonging to it. Now that they see invaders from the Heavenly Devil World and Netherworld destroying their own homes, any cultivator would feel unhappy.”

“Devil cultivators are often eccentric, ruthless, and cold-blooded. I think they won’t share these feelings and will instead join the Heavenly Devil World,” Yu Qinghan said.

Zhao Huai explained seriously, “Five years ago, I was almost assassinated by devil cultivators in Yan Country, and the same thing happened later in Xia Country. At first, I thought the people behind it were the same, but later I discovered they weren’t.”

“This kind of reckless behavior is too foolish. I think there might have been conflicts within the Devil Sect at that time, but no one dared to rebel due to the overwhelming power of the Heavenly Devil Palace.””These devil cultivators were at least born in the Immortal World, with their sect inheritance and memories all rooted in this land, rather than the Heavenly Devils from outside the realm. In times of crisis and survival, they are more anxious than us.”

After listening to the explanation, Yu Qinghan thought that it made some sense. After pondering for a moment, she asked again: “What about the Western States, how do you plan to persuade them?”

“You may not know, my dear, but during your five-year seclusion, the Shenluo Empire has already perished at the hands of the Primitive World. The Demon Race now rules over more than half of the Western States. The forces of the countries in the Western States are now so weak that they can be practically ignored. Of the three ancient countries, only the Diluo Country remains, while the other two have been destroyed.”

Yu Qinghan didn’t have high hopes for the power of the Western States.

So far, faced with the invasion of the Primitive World, the Western States had no power to resist. The Diluo Country had always been hidden away in remote and cold lands, so far away in the mountains that even demons didn’t bother to attack, instead focusing their gaze on the more fertile Central State.

“The most critical factor in the Western States is the influence of the cults supporting these dynasties. Their strength is what makes the Western States stand out.”

Zhao Huai pointed out the key issue.

“How to win over these cults that have always harbored hostility against the Central Plains dynasties?”

Yu Qinghan had a puzzled look on her face.

Zhao Huai laughed softly: “These cults rely on the ancient gods of ascension, and they will not sit idly by while their land of faith is desecrated by the Demon Race. A decline in worship is something no immortal god wants to see. I swear, if we try to win them over, it will be much smoother than winning over the Devil Sect.”

Yu Qinghan’s eyes brightened, and she suddenly realized, “It seems so. Over the years, the people of the cults have been wandering through the yellow sand, searching for something. Now, looking back, I think it is highly likely that they are looking for ways to deal with the Demon Race. Perhaps they are also considering how to cope with the demon clan in the Primitive World.”

Zhao Huai smiled and said, “We must act swiftly. For now, it is best to establish contact with the Diluo Country and then send people to infiltrate the Devil Sect, spreading the news of the Immortal Sect extending the olive branch.”

Yu Qinghan nodded and thought for a moment. “The Diluo Country has changed a lot since then. I heard that the entire country is now controlled by an imperial teacher with a cunning mind and unparalleled strategy that has left the Diluo royal family in circles. She can summon miracles, and it’s rumored that she is a divine messenger belonging to the ancient teaching with the highest number of followers in the Western States.”

Upon hearing this introduction, Zhao Huai couldn’t help but think of someone—very similar to the description. He wasn’t sure about their methods, but their wisdom and strategy were undoubtedly top-notch.

“No matter, since this Diluo imperial teacher is so intelligent, she should understand the current situation rather than acting stubbornly.”

Zhao Huai continued: “There must also be flaws in the Primitive World. The united front of the powerful demons seems too coordinated, which might be due to the current alignment of interests. But if conflicts arise, internal strife may well happen. As long as we find the weak points of the Primitive World, the human race may not necessarily lose in this Great War.”

Yu Qinghan stood up and let out a sigh, saying, “Now I have a general idea.”

“You’ve worked hard, Madam.”

Zhao Huai smiled faintly, knowing that putting these plans into action would require a great deal of effort.

“As an empress, I have to be prepared for death. What does a little fatigue count for?”

Yu Qinghan said with a determined look.

Zhao Huai embraced her jade shoulders and whispered, “I won’t let you leave.”

The letter was soon sent deep into the Western States. With the roads heavily guarded by the Demon Race, sending the message was no small feat. Fortunately, the location of the empire was relatively remote, without too many demons occupying it.

Diluo Country.

Within the towering black castle, Yin Nanyu wore a long black robe and stood on the towering city wall. Her silver-white hair fluttered in the wind as she stared in the direction of Anxi Prefecture, her eyes calm:

“The Xia’s Empress actually sent someone to negotiate with me; this is rare.”

“Could it be that he has returned?”

As she spoke, an inexplicable radiance emerged in her eyes.