Chapter 0094: All Parties Arrive

Unbelievable! I can’t believe it!
Huang Long, this 15-year-old peerless master from the Sacred Realm who had just shocked the Hengyuan Continent, was actually the master artisan behind the magic sword auctioned by the George family nine years ago!
How old was Huang Long nine years ago?
Six years old!
A six-year-old master artisan!
What shocked Pope Haides of the Light Church even more was the Soul-Purifying Pill, which could change a person’s innate talents. Could anyone practice magic and combat energy?
He understood the significance behind this.
If any major faction on the Hengyuan Continent obtained the recipe for such a pill and produced a million of them, no, even just hundreds of thousands, the balance of power on the continent would change forever.
Steal it? Threaten them? Haides had considered such ideas, but after a moment, he found them utterly foolish. Not to mention Huang Long’s strength, his current influence and status made such actions impossible.
Haides deeply regretted it. If Tai Ruo had succeeded in bringing such a genius to the Holy War Academy back then, everything would have been much better. Thinking of Tai Ruo, Haides frowned deeply.
Above the temple, the high-ranking officials also watched Haides with concern.
Daxi, the commander of the Wild Battle Legion, couldn’t help but speak up, “Your Holiness, should our church participate in the auction?”
Haides pondered for a moment and said, “Kor, Turei, you go.”
Kor, one of the six cardinal archbishops with the highest cultivation level among them, at an advanced stage of the Sacred Realm, and Turei, the leader of the Golden Holy Knights, though only at an initial stage of the Sacred Realm, possessed strength far beyond what appeared on the surface.
Kor and Turei stepped forward and replied respectfully, “Yes, Your Holiness.”
“If we can’t get the magic sword, we must acquire one Soul-Purifying Pill!” Haides ordered solemnly.
He wanted to study the Soul-Purifying Pill to see if he could figure out its recipe.
He could imagine that all major factions would attend this auction, so he only asked the two of them to get one Soul-Purifying Pill.
Kor and Turei nodded firmly in agreement.
After that, Haides “discussed” some matters with the church’s high-ranking officials, naturally, all centered around Huang Long.
And from then on, Huang Long, this master artisan, would also bear the title of master alchemist.
To become a master artisan or master alchemist wasn’t something anyone could achieve.
It required the unanimous approval of both the Blacksmiths’ Guild and the Alchemists’ Guild. And as the creator of the magic sword and Soul-Purifying Pill that had caused a sensation across the Hengyuan Continent, Huang Long certainly deserved such titles.

In hell, atop a mountain of immeasurable height and vast width, a castle-like structure soared into the clouds. This was the core of entire hell—the Demon King’s Castle. The castle of Demon King Weifer was cylindrical in shape, thousands of miles wide, shrouded in a layer of black mist. Within that mist, a faint light shone, reflecting the castle’s mystery and ancientness. Though called a castle, its size was comparable to that of the imperial capitals of the five great empires. On its walls, night demons and asuras patrolled everywhere. At the center of the castle lay a vast complex of buildings, resembling an imperial palace—with countless palaces lit brightly. Yet, the dazzling light appeared somewhat eerie due to the faint black mist. In the main hall of the castle, Demon King Weifer, clad in his divine robes, sat on his throne. His entire figure seemed wrapped in darkness, with swirling demonic energy; only his eyes emitted a chilling glow that made it impossible to look directly at them. Below the main hall stood several rows of elite demons. These warriors exuded a powerful and profound aura—they were all experts from the Holy Land! Here gathered the leaders of the demon race and the royal asuras. Under the pressure of the Demon King, the demons were nervous. Suddenly, Demon King Weifer spoke, “Layle.” Princess Anlei stepped forward from the crowd and replied respectfully, “Yes, Father.” “This time, go with our strongest warriors to observe the auction in the Human Kingdom of Lutong. Try to acquire the Magic Sword and the Soul-Purifying Pill,” said Demon King Weifer, his body surrounded by swirling demonic energy. “As you command, Father,” replied Princess Anlei respectfully. “Huang Long? I remember what happened back then. I never expected that after nine years, this human child would have become an unparalleled expert from the Holy Land,” said Demon King Weifer, seemingly both sighing and reminiscing. Princess Anlei remained silent, knowing her father was referring to the incident when Huang Long came to hell, tamed the Sky-Blue Python Ox, and fought against her. Since her father was aware of that incident, there was nothing strange about it. Moreover, she had lost that battle. Recalling the battle by the Sea of Death, Princess Anlei sighed inwardly. “Remember, do not start any trouble this time.” “Yes, Father,” replied Princess Anlei, understanding what her father meant. … In the ancient forests stretching thousands of miles away from the imperial capital of the Dark Forest Empire, in the southwest of the Hengyuan Continent, an ancient building was hidden among the trees. At the center of the building stood a colossal tree that had lived for countless tens of thousands of years—so huge that it took many people to encircle it.

The tree roots twisted together, its leaves were lush, and countless roots sprouted from the ground around it, connecting with the branches in the air—hundreds in total, each as wide as a tree wall. High above the trunk of this colossal tree stood a palace. Mist swirled around the palace, giving it an otherworldly appearance, like a fairyland palace. This was the temple of the Dark Forest Empire. To the Dark Forest Empire, the temple was akin to the dragon race behind the Dragon Speech Empire; the mysterious priestess of the temple held the highest status there, even surpassing that of the emperor of the Dark Forest Empire. On the temple platform sat a woman covered in a light veil, with skin as fair as snow and a graceful figure—none other than the mysterious priestess of the temple. Besides her, dozens of young women stood beneath the temple, each incredibly beautiful. The entire temple exuded a sacred glow, a purity different from that of the Holy Church’s temples—purely natural. “Wenlisi,” said the mysterious priestess, her voice ethereal and haunting. A beautiful woman dressed in light priestly robes stepped forward from below the temple and bowed. “Yes, Lady Priest.” “You will go to the Kingdom of Lutong. In half a year, the temple will hold a selection for its priestess, and at the same time, the empire will hold a martial arts competition. This is the temple stone talisman—deliver it personally to the Yellow Dragon and invite him as a guest of honor to the temple and the empire.” Without any visible movement, a palm-sized jade talisman as white as snow floated into Wenlisi’s hands. Staring at the talisman, Wenlisi was momentarily stunned before realizing she should respond with respect. She knew that the first person to receive such a talisman was the eldest of the dragon race, the second was the leader of the demon race, the third was the legendary high priest of the orc empire’s temple, and the fourth was the Sacred King of the Sea Tribes overseas. Besides the Holy Church, forces such as the Hell Demons, the Dark Forest Empire, other orc empires, the Grassland Empire, the Blizzard Empire, and the World Alliance were also sending envoys to the Kingdom of Lutong. Soon, the Kingdom of Lutong became a gathering place for people from across the Hengyuan Continent, with representatives coming from all directions.