"At this time, seeking help from these two mighty figures, one could only expect one response: to kick one when down and to draw a clear boundary."
As soon as Tao Qian's words fell, they immediately came true.
As the scream-command of the Twelve Emperors just reached the ears of people all over the world, the Imperial City and Fengtian, each revealed two giant figures possessing the demeanor of a Human Emperor.
First was Si Xixin, who had already donned the Dragon Robe, truly elegant and innately imperialism. Behind him even more appeared a host of scholars and military officers, who looked each a paragon of their generation, controlling a full twenty-four provinces, clustering around this "Xixin Mansion Master."
He stood tall, first saluting in the direction of Qiantang where Tao Qian was, then immediately with a cold face, he said to the Twelve Emperors of the Outer Realm:
"Previously when you incarnated, you spoke of succeeding the will of the Ancestor Dragon, saving the world and the populace, hence I believed you."
"But unexpectedly you turned out to be deceitful tricksters, how you lived before warrants no mention, but after death, each and every one of you turned into strange parasites of the Outer Realm, surviving by sucking the fat off the people."
"I, Si Xixin, am ashamed to be associated with you."
"I not only regret granting you authority, but I would also rather personally lead an army to exterminate you parasitic menaces."
After Si Xixin finished these righteous words,
Zhang Jinluan also stepped forward, not tall in stature, but somehow exuding an imperial dominance. The moment he appeared, even in broad daylight, made the stars in the sky shine brightly, illuminating and enhancing his presence.
Beside him too stood many paragons, but what was even rarer was that behind him appeared not only Human Clan but also a large number of Devil Clan and other Alien Life, seemingly coexisting harmoniously and orderly.
This spectacle seemed to declare to all under heaven: only he, Zhang Jinluan, truly possessed the capability to govern the world, enabling harmonious cohabitation among hundreds of clans, his merits boundless.
Having a more modest background than Si Xixin, Zhang Jinluan also spoke more directly, cursing as soon as he appeared:
"You bunch of undying, dog Emperors, have tricked even me, old Zhang."
"Damn it, still expecting old Zhang to save you."
"Just cleanly wash your asses in the Outer Realm, and sooner or later, I, old Zhang, will come and slaughter you."
...
As soon as the two Human Emperor candidates finished speaking, within the realm of the Outer Realm, a master and his disciple both burst out laughing.
"Ha ha ha..."
Tao Qian was laughing; Duobao was also laughing.
Even the usually restrained Ancestor Spirit couldn't help but be amused.
In the Outer Realm, Duobao laughed the loudest.
"Dear Daoists, wake up quickly; all of you were once Founding Emperors, rare paragons among billions in life, although your brains were tainted by the Evil Poison of the Ancestor Dragon in death, you should still retain some wisdom."
"At least, you should not forget the most basic tactics of a mighty ruler: thick-faced and black-hearted, to timely separate from those detrimental to oneself, and ideally, to stab them in the back, kicking them when down."
As Duobao mocked in such a manner,
the Twelve Emperors of Alchemist indeed calmed down.
Realizing their grim situation and knowing it was irreversible, they exchanged glances, and by tacit agreement, made the same move.
Desperately killing Duobao?
No, rather, it was escaping.
The Twelve Emperors, simultaneously abandoned Duobao and turned to flee this realm.
Although their methods varied, like Liu Pei, Li Wanshou, Zhao Xuanglang, Yang Longxi, these individuals, decisive in killing, didn't care at all about the treasures hidden within their own Daoist Field, revealing their true forms and fled deep into the Outer Realm Abyss.
The other Emperors, still clinging to their possessions, specifically returned to their Daoist Field, hoping to escape with their accumulated wealth.
I must say, this action was decisive.
Unfortunately, it was yet again ridiculed by Duobao. This Daoist, mountainous in his demon body, pointed at the fleeing Twelve Emperors in the Outer Realm and burst into laughter saying,
"Everyone, slow down, don't trip."
"Alas, it seems now that everyone's minds have truly been obliterated by the Evil Poison of the Ancestor Dragon."
"Although you're of the Daoist Transformation Realm, which of you truly achieved enlightenment?"
"It's merely power gained through tricks. Even if you were fortunate to escape into the Great Abyss, your fate would likely be even worse. There dwell divine creatures and monsters that could devour you as snacks, devouring you whole."
"How strong is the Ancestor Dragon, toying with you juniors with a mere clap of his hands? He still suffered beatings in the Great Abyss and lost his life. How much more so for you?"
At this, Duobao paused momentarily.
Then, he pointed out an even crueler truth,
"Stop your struggles, all you have is blood-sucked power. Each of the twelve of you is like a cancerous tumor, parasitizing this realm with countless roots and tentacles."
"As time passes, you merge into one."
"These ugly tumors may help you suck the marrow from the people, but they become deadly chains that lock you in when backlash occurs. These millennia-old cancerous Daoist Fields are indeed your fatal prisons."
Almost the moment Duobao's words fell, twelve muffled sounds erupted simultaneously across the Heavenly Track.
In the vision of billions, the scene abruptly changed:
Outside the barriers of this realm, twelve monstrous beings soared into the air, breaking through the cancerous growths, wanting to dive deep into the Great Abyss.
But their huge, filthy bodies suddenly stopped midway.
Why?
Visible were purple-black pillars, thick as heavenly pillars, resembling both sinews and tubular tentacles, connecting their Dharma Bodies with the Cancer Secret Realm and the entire world.
Despite the countless "blood-sucking tentacles" already severed by the Ancestor God Forbidden Technique,
they still tightly bound the Twelve Emperors within the Cancer Daoist Field.
Fused as one, inseparable.
Even if the Twelve Emperors tried merely to separate, to sever a single chain, they would feel unimaginable agony instantaneously.
And they realized: if all the tentacles were severed, they themselves would abruptly wither and die.
This cruel spectacle, this harsh reality, and the overwhelming force dragging them back eventually brought despair to the faces of all Twelve Emperors, including Liu Pei and Li Wanshou.
Once upon a time, they all were revered Founding Emperors and ancient Alchemists.
They had never imagined they would one day end up in such a state.
Their lives and fortunes falling into someone else's hands, left to be slaughtered.
The Twelve Emperors, already on the verge of despair and madness, were nearly erupting—yet at this moment, Duobao Daoist further incited them saying,
"Thinking about it seriously, you Daoist friends were all ensnared by the calculations of the Ancestor Dragon."
"But you can't entirely blame him, it's really because you all were foolish. Clearly, there was a Righteous Path available, yet you chose the Evil Path laid out by the Ancestor Dragon."
"Do you remember how you earlier taught my disciple, not forgetting the iron rule of the Cultivation World, that everything in cultivation comes at a price?"
"Your current plight and ending are indeed that price."