Transmigrating over ten thousand years late, I was forced to become a mighty presence

Chapter 332: Chapter 157 The Only Donghua Emperor in This World_3

As Zeng opened his mouth, Shen Yuan instantly understood why the Primal Chaos Nifty Pagoda had set such harsh trial conditions, and why for tens of thousands of years, it had remained without a master.

It turned out that this treasure pagoda had long been regarded by the Upper Realm Immortals as an item within their grasp, naturally unattainable by anyone else.

Realizing the key point, Shen Yuan couldn’t help but flicker a subtle light in his eyes, while Zeng, cautiously prostrated before Shen Yuan, respectfully said:

“Great Divine Immortal Minghao ultimately never acknowledged a master for the Primal Chaos Nifty Pagoda. If Your Majesty takes it, Great Divine Immortal Minghao would certainly have no objections.”

Zeng’s words were undoubtedly true. The Donghua Zifu Shaoyang Emperor was the lord of all gods, the origin of the Divinity Path across all realms; even the Three Pure Ones and Four Sovereigns had to show deference to the Donghua Emperor.

Minghao, being merely a great Divine Immortal, simply had no grounds to refuse.

Even if the Donghua Emperor personally requested it, Great Divine Immortal Minghao would definitely take the initiative to deliver the Primal Chaos Nifty Pagoda into the Taiyang Palace.

All the gods knew that even the positions of the Canonical Gods of the Eight Bureaus were merely a matter of a word from the Donghua Emperor.

If a mere Immortal Artifact tainted with a trace of Boundary-opening Treasure’s essence could be traded for the position of one of the Canonical Gods of the Eight Bureaus, the gods would likely empty out their entire wealth to make the exchange.

Shen Yuan’s eyes turned cold as he spoke indifferently:

“Silence!”

Zeng immediately shivered, realizing his presumption, and hastily extended his claw to slap his own face vigorously.

“Your humble god has overstepped! Your humble god has overstepped!”

His sharp claws easily tore the flesh of his face, drop by drop of True Immortal blood fell to the ground, creating huge craters on the solid earth of the Primal Chaos Nifty Pagoda, as the power of bloodshed recklessly raged within the pits.

Zeng dared not use any immortal power to protect himself, nor did he dare to activate his Divine Skills to heal naturally, his torn flesh so severe that even the Immortal Bone akin to sculpted jade was visible.

“That’s enough.”

Shen Yuan’s cold voice sounded, and only then did Zeng cease his actions.

Although his face was dripping with fresh blood, to him it barely counted as a minor injury. It was Shen Yuan’s words that instead brought him a sigh of relief.

Before superiors, the most terrifying thing is not their wrath, but not knowing when you have offended them.

Zeng had presided in the Primal Chaos Nifty Pagoda for tens of thousands of years, yet his cultivation had hardly progressed at all. Eager to escape this prison, he hoped for the Donghua Emperor to take the Primal Chaos Nifty Pagoda, perhaps affording him an opportunity to enter the Taiyang Palace himself.

But he had overlooked the identity of the person before him.

How exalted is the Emperor who wields the Divinity Path?

It’s not just any Immortal Artifact steeped in the aura of a Boundary-opening Treasure; even a real Boundary-opening Treasure may not be deemed worthy of his attention.

His ulterior motives should not have been entertained before the Emperor.

Zeng inwardly cried out in luck, quelling the inappropriate thoughts that had arisen in his heart.

And as Zeng lowered his head, Shen Yuan’s heart marveled at the authority granted by the identity of the Donghua Emperor and also felt a sense of helplessness.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to take the Primal Chaos Nifty Pagoda, but that he simply didn’t dare to reach out for it.

Since Great Divine Immortal Minghao had already considered the Primal Chaos Nifty Pagoda as his own, Shen Yuan touching it recklessly would surely draw Minghao down from the Upper World.

As an impostor Donghua Emperor himself, he might fool Zeng, but he couldn’t deceive a Heavenly Immortal who was a direct disciple of the Dongji Palace. If his identity were exposed, boundless trouble would inevitably ensue.

“Thousands of years later, when Gong Buyu mentioned that the Supreme Taoist had completed the trial of the Primal Chaos Nifty Pagoda, he also claimed that the Supreme Taoist refused to become the host to the Pagoda, citing unwillingness to be an immortal artifact puppet.

This reason might be false, but the failure to secure the Primal Chaos Nifty Pagoda is indeed true.”

Thoughts fluctuated in Shen Yuan’s mind.

Initially, he had not harbored much desire for the Primal Chaos Nifty Pagoda.

But hearing Zeng claim that the Pagoda had long been predestined as the treasure of Great Divine Immortal Minghao, and that establishing the trial was merely a means to fool the masses, had sparked a defiant impulse within Shen Yuan.

“Such a treasure must not easily fall into the hands of Great Divine Immortal Minghao.”

Recalling the trials of the Primal Chaos Nifty Pagoda and the various legends passed down through future generations, Shen Yuan, deep in thought, suddenly saw a glimmer of inspiration.

“If I can’t take it now, it doesn’t mean I can’t take it thousands of years later!”