"You all deserve to die!"

All the Self-Transformation Realm Saints of the Divine Statue Era were dumbfounded, utterly furious.

There were only three Nine Infants, and all three commanding fathers betrayed us. How are the infants under our command supposed to fight now?

"Met the wrong people."

"Damn it!"

"Do you think betraying will end well for you? You're just being taken in as dogs!"

"Exactly, if we win, we can rule the world. Once over thirty experts escape from this imperial mausoleum and master modern techniques, surely they will ascend like trapped dragons, why would we serve others?"

"How can you not see the situation clearly?"

...

These infants tried to persuade earnestly, but it was to no avail.

They spoke of benevolence and righteousness, trying to persuade the others, yet secretly regretted: in hindsight, I should have surrendered first before being outdone by this keen-eyed Masked Emperor.

They did not hate the enemy, only themselves for being not cunning enough, not vigilant enough with their companions. Betraying one another and scheming was the longstanding tradition of their Thirteen Countries. How could they forget this at such a moment?

The Gale Emperor folded his arms, showing a look of interest:

"Good, Masked Emperor, I was born in a later era, and grew up listening to stories about you! Your heroic and charming demeanor, your passionate righteousness, were idols for countless people over five million years. Today, I have witnessed your great righteousness!"

The Masked Emperor ignored the Gale Emperor's sarcastic remark, and said coldly:

"I have already given them the chance to win. If I didn't want them to win, I would have defected to the enemy from the start, why would I reveal the Nine Infant Technique?"

"These people received my method for victory with the Nine Infants and yet still desired internal strife, taking turns leading, fairness? Fairness? Ridiculous to the extreme, resulting in my complete disappointment, leading me to defect not because of the enemy, but my disappointment in you."

After speaking, the Masked Emperor looked at the leader of the Nine Infants on the opposite side, "The matter should not be delayed, you're about to lose control of the infants... If you wish to defect, show some sincerity."

"Neither of us will restrain our infants. You beat my kid, I'll beat yours, is that a problem?"

The Masked Emperor was trying to show his value.

To do it perfectly.

Taking down these guys on the first night was the best pledge of loyalty.

Otherwise, dragging it out for a few days, what would the new master think of me?

Soon.

The two infant leaders began to unleash themselves, both fathers fiercely attacking each other's babies.

"Painful, too painful!"

"Damn it, I surrender, stop beating me."

"Ah! Still hitting?"

...

Each delicately sculpted little infant was beaten black and blue, their soul bodies nearly dispersed, weakened to the extreme.

Soon.

They dissolved the Nine Infant connection, imprisoning these dying Infant Emperors.

"There are thirty-seven Saints in our tomb, and seven scattered Great Emperors outside."

The Masked Emperor said to the Gale Emperor, "I've left hidden traps on them, I know where they're hiding. You can go ahead and capture them."

"Great!" The Gale Emperor's heart skipped, feeling this person was too insidious, turning evil after defecting, probably already having a perfect plan in mind to overthrow teammates and show loyalty.

Once this person's intentions are clear, this traitor will act more professionally than I, the infamous Gale Emperor of history. How outrageous?

The Gale Emperor felt his professionalism was being challenged!

He wanted to perform well and show the new master how professional he was.

Attacking our own infants!

Bam bam bam!!

Soon, the opposite side collapsed, even the last few Great Emperors were captured.

Thus, the entire tomb settled into dust with this tragic internal conflict.

The Masked Emperor looked at the ruins, a deep sorrow overcame him, "We lost, I personally ended my era... I don't blame them for their betrayal, having rebellious hearts is a trait of our era. Everyone being fair, there is no fairness in the world. One person suppressing an era is the greatest guarantee of fairness for cultivators below."

At this moment, he vaguely felt that the rise and fall of each era is destined, almost uninfluenced by individual will.

Born from fairness, died from fairness, their era's inevitable fate.

At this moment, a voice came from the sky:

"Inflict heavy damage upon yourselves and seal yourselves; this is the final sincerity you should show."

The Masked Emperor's expression changed, and decisively struck himself, instantly weakened to the level of those sealed Infant Emperors.

The Gale Emperor's face also changed.

Resolutely relieving the master's burden,

With a move of the Nine Infant Divine Fist, instantly injured the hesitant other Nine Infant leader, and sealed the Masked Emperor beside him, further inflicting heavy damage on himself.

Nearby, the sealed Masked Emperor was shocked by the Gale Emperor's resolute actions, felt a silent regret: I was blinded by emotions, allowing the Gale Emperor to surpass me in understanding how to relieve the master's burden.

All Self-Transformation Realm cultivators were severely injured, and the Gale Emperor took out the Divine Window from the Masked Emperor's pocket, displaying the National Guardian Divine Artifact that the Thirteen Countries had constantly fought over.

Then, waited respectfully.

With a sound.

Ning Zheng checked the Qi Fortune Value and, finding it without issues, descended again.

A Bronze Statue Emperor descended from the sky, gazing at these ancient Saints.

The statue retracted all its oppressive aura, seeming like a cosmic black hole, attracting everyone's gaze, and their destiny, plunging them into misfortune.

It seemed as if the legend was true, in life an Auspicious Beast, in death polluted, becoming the Ancestor of plague and disaster.

Ning Zheng picked up their treasure, the Divine Window, and observed with interest, "You juniors, the changes in this era are indeed fascinating."

His voice cold and ancient, as if carrying an age-old melancholy, "You will be sealed for a period, and only after we have applied control techniques will you be released."

"Do not worry; our Ancestor Demon God side has always treated subordinates well, in the future you will be part of the Ancestor Demon God clan, treated fairly."

"Once full trust is established, you may be freed from control."

After speaking, Ning Zheng uprooted them all, placing them into a giant Soul-Calling Banner for suppression.

Thus, the battle within the mausoleum came to an end.

...

Next morning.

The first ray of sunlight rose from the East Sea horizon, painting a glow over the sea waters, penetrating the bone demon royal city via the air column overhead, making the entire Bone Demon Royal City shimmer and ripple, like the Immortal Realm.

Ning Zheng, as the Bone King Emperor, pondered last night's events.

"The Masked Emperor is a decisive and ruthless character; born in the wrong era, he might not have been restricted by those of the same tier."

"He nurtured a den of former close-hearted friends, who ultimately betrayed him, splitting the country... Time after time attempting to retain, balance, even deploying the Gale Emperor's Nine Infant Technique, but they remained obsessed with internal conflict, completely despairing him; I can imagine how helpless and powerless this hero was in his lifetime."

Ning Zheng absorbed lessons from history.

Betrayal, nurturing tigers to bring trouble, of course, he would not choose to repeat such mistakes.

Thus, shackles were placed on the Masked Emperor and others for forced control, giving them a narrative.

Previously, the Masked Emperor had contributed a control spiritual root of their era, capable of enslaving replicants.

Ning Zheng also possessed similar ones, for example, among the Demon Sect aligned with their Adventure Town, there was a Tomb-robber Demon Sect, which would dig up your ancestor to fight against you, disgustingly maddening.

This too was a control spiritual root.

Should multiple control divine techniques be synthesized through the Forging Furnace, a stronger control series spiritual root might emerge, controlling subordinates to prevent betrayal.

But ultimately, variables exist.

Ning Zheng found the control not strong enough, after all, who knows what strange creations might appear with future Immortal Spirit Roots?

Now, many Hidden Sects employ encryption.

For instance, the Human God's Puppet Hidden Sect, previously Xin Xichen's array, he had used billions of Qi Fortune Value to exhaustively decrypt.

But this means, Ning Zheng creating Hidden Sect techniques, others too have the opportunity to exhaustively decrypt.

"I need dynamic encryption techniques, continuously evolving, catching up with the times."

Ning Zheng displayed a contemplative look, "And simply modify the server, strengthening the control of the blacksmith; directly lock onto those joining the server."

"But the base-level puppet slave technology is cheap; for this top-tier puppet technology, I must bleed profusely." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Ning Zheng checked the accumulated Qi Fortune Value over these days.

[Current Qi Fortune Value: 311 million]

But it might be worthwhile, not only a one-time investment but also using the ancient Saints of the Masked Emperor batch without worry.

Once they fully committed, over thirty Self-Transformation Realm cultivators, even weaker models... But gathering them for an assault would be terrifying; throughout the Nine-State, Ning Zheng might become the unrivaled greatest force.