123: In other words, the King of Qin is playing a trick on us? !

“Qin… Qin Feng?”

As soon as these words were uttered, the hall instantly became silent.

The Nine Kings looked at each other, stiff as wood.

For no other reason than that they were too familiar with this name.

How many days had passed since the Divine Seed’s death? Great Qin’s punitive expedition was still vivid in their minds.

Although they were certain that person had died, it was too much of a coincidence that the nation, name, and even profession were exactly the same, which inevitably raised some suspicion in their hearts.

Noticing the somewhat stiff gazes of the Kings, the old man used magic to stop the bleeding from his eye sockets, scanning everyone with one eye and saying, “What?”

Miyamoto Shixuan took a deep breath: “Divine Emissary, don’t you think this name sounds familiar?”

“Familiar?”

The old man frowned, flipped his palm, and popped a white pill into his mouth, which cleared his somewhat muddled mind.

“Qin Feng… Qin Feng…”

Repeating the name again, the old man suddenly seemed to remember something, exclaiming in surprise, “The Divine Seed of Great Qin?”

“No! Impossible!”

He quickly shook his head in denial.

At that time, the astrological map clearly showed that the Divine Seed had died; no accident could have occurred.

However, this was indeed too much of a coincidence.

The old man waved his hand, and the astrological map reappeared before him.

Gazing at the astrological map, he felt a moment of hesitation, but ultimately gave up the idea of checking again.

The Sky Book Taoist had already noticed his actions, and even if he were to exhaust his remaining lifespan, it would probably be difficult to see all of that person’s information under the Sky Book Taoist’s interference.

His expression changed, and he suddenly thought of something.

He reached into the astrological phenomenon and quickly stirred it.

As his arm stirred, the astrological phenomena constantly changed, with wave after wave of different celestial patterns replacing each other.

However, after a full two minutes, the old man’s movements still did not stop; instead, they became faster and more urgent.

“Impossible! This shouldn’t be!”

He kept muttering, his face growing increasingly grim, and bloodshot veins violently appeared on his remaining eyeball.

Time passed minute by minute, and the old man’s movements became more intense.

With a bang!

The astrological map before him disintegrated for the second time, and the old man uncontrollably stumbled back a few steps, falling to the ground with a look of terror.

“It’s gone…”

His eyes were filled with horror, disbelief.

The dead star symbolizing the Divine Seed had vanished, no longer present in the astrological map at all.

That meant…

“The Divine Seed…”

“Perhaps, he’s still alive…”

He mumbled, his eyes wide but somewhat vacant.

“What?!”

Upon hearing this, the Kings immediately became restless.

“You mean, that Divine Seed did not die?!”

Miyamoto Shixuan’s face changed, instantly erupting in fury.

“So, the Great Qin King was putting on an act for us?!”

“He deliberately feigned the death of the Divine Seed and the intention to perish with us, taking the opportunity to destroy a nation?!”

He was practically exploding with rage.

Ying Tian, who always put on a righteous facade, was actually so insidious!

Damn him! Truly damn him!

He couldn’t even imagine what kind of expression Ying Tian would have had when he returned that day.

The so-called alliance of the Ten Kingdoms, in his eyes, was probably as ridiculous as a bunch of fools.

“Hooch…”

Miyamoto Shixuan’s face flushed, his eyes wide with anger.

“Good! Good! Good!”

His gaze swept over the eight Kings one by one, repeating the word “good” three times.

At this moment, the faces of the eight Kings were one more grim than the last; the Divine Seed being alive meant that they were finished.

With the Great Qin King’s ruthless methods, the fate of Stormwind Nation would likely be their fate.

Even if they survived, they would become dogs of Great Qin.

“What… should we do?”

The King of White Eagle Country spoke with difficulty, feeling his mouth extremely dry.

Their gazes were all on Miyamoto Shixuan; currently, only Koukou Country, relying on that ancestor, could retain a sliver of hope.

After Miyamoto Shixuan closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time, his eyes reopened, and a fierce light flickered within them.

“Everyone!”

“Have you ever heard of the Abyss Buddhist Temple?!”

His tone was calm, as if he had made up his mind.

“Abyss Buddhist Temple?!”

Upon hearing this, everyone’s expressions subtly changed.

They were all King-level figures, naturally aware of the existence of the Abyss and the Abyss Buddhist Temple.

And Miyamoto Shixuan mentioning it now…

“You’ve had contact with it? You want to borrow the power of that Ghost Buddha? This…”

The Kings exchanged glances, their expressions showing some struggle.

Such an idea was no less dangerous than the threat of Great Qin.

As if seeing their hesitation, Miyamoto Shixuan spoke again:

“Fifty million professional blood sacrifices can extend our nations’ destinies.”

“After it’s done, it will not stay; it will naturally return to the Abyss.”

As he finished speaking, one of the Kings suddenly looked up.

“But… can the words of that Ghost Buddha be trusted?”

“Whether it can be trusted or not, do you have any other better way?”

“That Ghost Buddha’s pursuit is to ascend to the divine path. The current world does not have the soil to bear a god, so it naturally has no reason to stay.”

Miyamoto Shixuan’s gaze swept over everyone again.

“Everyone, whether to live or die, this is the only way.”

“Fifty million professionals, less than seven million per nation, compared to the destruction of a nation, it’s just cutting off a piece of flesh.”

After he finished speaking, he saw the loosening expressions on everyone’s faces and sneered twice in his heart.

He knew that the eight Kings would agree; they had no other choice.

And in fact, although he had contacted that Ghost Buddha.

However, the Ghost Buddha’s condition was only ten million blood sacrifices.

The reason he changed it to fifty million was to ensure that the eight nations would also suffer significant losses, requiring at least several centuries to recuperate.

Koukou Country had suffered too much; once Great Qin was completely destroyed, and the Nine Nations fended for themselves, then his Koukou Country would naturally become the new meal, and he needed to prepare in advance.

“Good!”

At this moment, the Kings finally made up their minds, nodding in agreement one after another.

Just as Miyamoto Shixuan had thought, they had no other choice.

………………

Great Qin, Valley.

A cold wind blew, and the young man sat cross-legged on the ground, his clothes swaying with the wind.

Before him, every hour, a six-colored dice would appear out of thin air, spinning rapidly.

However, his luck was not very good; most of the time, a crimson light would erupt, and even orange was extremely rare.

Until the moon rose into the sky, and the light faded.

Then, as the great sun rose in the east, and the night receded.

The young man finally stopped his movements and stood up.

He sighed softly, shook his head slightly, briefly felt the fresh air in the atmosphere, and composed his emotions.

Then, his gaze sharpened, and a panel slowly unfolded before his eyes.

[Current Evolution Points: 987777… 987783…]

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