"Greetings, Senior Brother."
The Mistveil Martial God smiled and saluted the Oblivion Martial God.
"Greetings, Senior Brother."
The Heavenreach Martial God followed suit, bowing with a calm expression.
"No need for such formality, junior brother, junior sister."
The Oblivion Martial God, seated cross-legged on the ground, slowly opened his eyes and spoke.
If anyone witnessed this scene, they'd be utterly shocked—no one would ever imagine the three Martial Gods were actually sect siblings.
The Mistveil Martial God's expression darkened slightly. "Senior Brother, do you really think sending Yellow Mountain to persuade Leon Huang to dissolve the empire will work?"
"Of course not," the Oblivion Martial God replied meaningfully.
"So Senior Brother, is there a deeper reason behind your actions?" the Mistveil Martial God asked thoughtfully.
"Indeed."
The Oblivion Martial God nodded, a cold smile appearing on his face: "Yellow Mountain is Leon Huang's father. If he goes to persuade Leon to dissolve the empire and Leon refuses, that's unfilial, and his reputation will suffer. Then, as his Great-Grand-Master, I will step forward and demand he dissolve the empire. If he still refuses, that's unrighteous. How can someone who is both unfilial and unrighteous—who defies both his father and his sect lineage—be fit to be emperor?"
Besides, the empire is newly founded and only has an empty name. If the three of us send people to stir up trouble, spreading the idea that building an empire is leading the Human Race to destruction, then the Grand Martial Empire will lose the people's support and collapse without a fight!
"Hahaha! Senior Brother, your scheming is truly impressive!"
The Mistveil Martial God couldn't help but laugh aloud, then his eyes narrowed, a sharp light flashing: "So what will you do with that brat afterward, Senior Brother? Once he loses the empire's qi-luck, he's just a top Grandmaster—we could crush him with a finger. Why not give him to me as a servant, so I can avenge my humiliation?"
As he spoke, a trace of venom flashed in the Mistveil Martial God's eyes. His projection had been shattered in front of everyone, and now the whole world knew about it—he'd practically become a laughingstock. How could he not be furious?
The Oblivion Martial God smiled. "No problem. Since you want him, I'll give him to you."
Meanwhile, elsewhere.
Having received the Oblivion Martial God's command, Yellow Mountain was deeply troubled. On one side was his own son; on the other, the fate of the Human Race. Even though he had already agreed to persuade his son on his Grand-Master's orders, his heart was still in turmoil.
"What happened? Why the long face?"