Chapter 905: The Purpose of the Imperial Path Ancient Treasury

Imperial Path Ancient Treasury.

Boom—!

A loud noise erupted from the ruined city as Zhu Zhong and Wu Qiong darted between the shattered stones.

With a punch from Zhu Zhong, the heavy force shattered a wall, missing Wu Qiong’s nose by a hair’s breadth. She, however, was like a light, drifting leaf, always able to dodge Zhu Zhong’s lethal attacks.

But as Zhu Zhong let out a cold snort and took a heavy step forward, his heavy halberd swept across, and the resulting wind nearly knocked Wu Qiong to the ground. In the face of absolute power, her stamina and speed were not enough to hold out for long.

Just as Wu Qiong was looking for a chance to retreat, a golden divine path descended from the heavens, landing not far away with a roar. A shockwave containing imperial pressure swept through every corner of "Leaping into the Abyss."

Almost simultaneously, a line of text appeared before the eyes of all other "Emperor-to-be":

【The Path to the Throne has descended】

【The struggle for the deer has begun. The only 'Emperor-to-be' who leads their vassals to the Imperial Throne will ascend as Emperor】

【Four hundred and ninety-three Emperors cast their gaze upon you】

Seeing these lines, whether it was the other Emperors-to-be scattered in various corners of "Leaping into the Abyss" or Zhu Zhong and Wu Qiong, who were in the middle of a fight, all stopped what they were doing.

"The Path to the Throne..."

Zhu Zhong’s eyes gradually lit up.

Everyone looked toward the only golden divine path leading to "Flying Dragon in the Sky," their heartbeats quickening involuntarily... They knew the time had come to decide the winner and determine if the others could successfully leave the Ancient Treasury.

"Only one person can become Emperor?" Wu Qiong’s brows furrowed tightly.

"This method of screening is too cruel..."

One had to realize that there were about five or six "Emperors-to-be" now, each with their own followers. With only one Emperor able to ascend in the end, it meant they had to start killing each other, and only one Emperor and his followers would be able to leave alive.

To leave, one had to kill other Emperors-to-be and their followers while maintaining the morale of one’s own followers.

Just as Wu Qiong was deep in thought, a flag appeared out of thin air and stood beside her.

It was a golden flag with the character "Wu" written in a bold, sweeping calligraphy, much like the royal banners of ancient warring kings. The moment this flag appeared, almost all of her followers looked in this direction...

And almost at the same time, a black flag with the character "Zhu" appeared in Zhu Zhong’s hand, dancing wildly in the wind!

Perhaps because Zhu Zhong had the most followers, the pressure radiated by the black flag was even more intense. Wu Qiong felt as if a heavy shackle had been placed upon her, and her movements slowed down slightly.

In this era of contention, the more followers one had, the stronger the suppression against other "Emperors-to-be."

Zhu Zhong, with his black flag, was undoubtedly the most terrifying hegemon on the field!

"Hahahahaha!!" Zhu Zhong felt the advantage brought by the flag and laughed loudly. "Wu Qiong, what do you have to fight me with? This Imperial Throne is mine!!"

Amidst Zhu Zhong’s wild laughter, his dozens of followers felt increasingly at ease; after all, it seemed they had the best chance of leaving this Ancient Treasury alive... In contrast, Wu Qiong’s followers appeared thin and weak.

Wu Qiong gritted her teeth. She scanned the surroundings quickly and saw several flags descending into the nearby streets, and immediately roared:

"What are you waiting for?! If we don't take care of Zhu Zhong first, none of us will survive!"

Those small-faction "Emperors-to-be" hiding in the distance and watching secretly couldn't sit still anymore. No one who could attract the gaze of the Emperors was a fool, and they all realized the situation immediately...

Zhu Zhong was too strong. If they didn't unite, no one was his match. Only by forming alliances could they have a glimmer of hope.

"Zhu Zhong is cruel and tyrannical! He must not be allowed to become Emperor!"

"Only by joining forces to defeat him now can we have a chance at survival later!"

"Attack together!!"

“……”

With inspiring slogans shouted by the "Emperors-to-be," everyone swarmed forward, charging toward Zhu Zhong and his group in a massive wave!

Under the pressure of survival and the constant guidance of the Imperial Path Ancient Treasury, these young people, who had been helping each other out of the Gray Realm not long ago, had become enemies fighting for their lives. They gripped various weapons, shouting as they stabbed at each other’s bodies, and the scene instantly descended into chaos.

A figure in a bright red opera robe stood in the distance, eyes narrowing slightly as he watched this scene.

"No wonder this Ancient Treasury projects text before everyone’s eyes... Subtle guidance, praise, brainwashing, planting rules into their consciousness, thereby recreating an era of chaotic division..."

"Sure enough, those who become Emperors have dirty hearts."

Chen Ling glanced at the Path to the Throne leading to "Flying Dragon in the Sky," his gaze seemingly piercing the void to see those high-and-mighty Emperors indifferently looking down at the struggle of the ants in the sandbox below.

"Your chess game is going smoothly, but now, my piece is entering the board..."

Chen Ling’s gaze shifted to the boy in hemp robes walking step by step toward the chaotic battlefield, a faint smile curling his lips. "I’d like to see if you can keep playing this game of yours."

……

Li Fu held A-Qian’s hand and stopped at the edge of the street.

"Brother Li... what’s happening up ahead? It feels like a lot of people are fighting." A-Qian heard the roars and sounds of battle nearby and felt uneasy.

"Don't be afraid." Li Fu patted her head. "Just hide here and don't go anywhere, okay?"

"Are... are you going to fight too?"

"Me? I’m not going to fight."

Li Fu rubbed the ring on his middle finger, paused for a moment, and spoke slowly. "I’m going over there to do something else..."

"Okay."

Under Li Fu’s guidance, A-Qian found a hidden spot to tuck herself away; it would be hard to find her if one didn't look carefully.

After settling A-Qian, Li Fu took a deep breath and walked straight toward the chaotic battlefield...

His footsteps were like rock, heavy and firm.

As he advanced, more and more fighting figures appeared in his field of vision. Li Fu recognized them. Not long ago, they had sat together discussing how to survive after reaching the Tianxu Domain, but now they had become enemies.

Li Fu didn't know why things had turned out this way, but he could feel an invisible hand manipulating everyone’s psychology and actions...

But none of that mattered anymore.

Li Fu didn't care how others fought, didn't care if he had become someone else’s pawn. He had bet his life for this one chance... He had only one goal.

"Zhu Zhong!!" Li Fu took a deep breath in the chaotic battlefield.

"Come out and die!!!"