Chapter 1993: Chapter 960: Riot_3 And the crisis of life and death often occurs in an instant. If slightly delayed, it might be too late to save it. "What should we do..." Xun Ziyou’s heart gradually grew anxious. Not only Xun Ziyou, but Fan Jin and Master Gu also looked worried. Mo Hua is a benefactor of the Gushan Refining Workshop, and Master Gu didn’t want anything to happen to Mo Hua. Mo Hua is Fan Jin’s hard-earned "big support," and naturally, Fan Jin didn’t want to lose this support just like that. Moreover, as the Records Officer of Solitary Mountain City, if something happened to Mo Hua in Solitary Mountain’s territory, he would be somewhat implicated. But their anxiety was of no use; no matter what methods they tried, the golden doors of the Divine Temple remained impregnable. It was as if this was a forbidden land of the deities, not allowing any mortal to approach. As time passed little by little, everyone’s hearts grew colder bit by bit. It was unknown how much time elapsed when, just as a thread of despair began to surface in everyone’s heart, a flash of blood-red light appeared. The doors of the Divine Temple suddenly trembled and then slowly opened in front of everyone’s eyes. Everyone was momentarily incredulous. "It opened..." "Has it finally been broken?" "But...how did it open?" Master Gu wondered, as they saw no traces of breaking the Formation or any mechanism. Xun Ziyou frowned, also unable to figure it out. "Mo Hua is inside; no matter what, we have to go in and take a look," Xun Ziyou said. Master Gu nodded. On the other side, Shen Shouxing glanced at Xun Ziyou and the others, a flicker in his eyes showing a hint of ruthless determination, before stepping into the doors of the Divine Temple. The Shen Family’s Golden Core followed closely behind. Xun Ziyou and the others also stopped hesitating and stepped into the temple. Once inside the temple, there was a moment of dead silence around them. Suddenly, the sound of rustling began, and a pale humanoid demon, devoid of human skin, with deathly white skin and distorted features, slowly emerged. It glanced at the doors of the temple, then cracked a bloody grin before also slowly entering the temple. The pale, deformed figure disappeared into the door. After it entered, a flash of blood light appeared, and the doors of the temple slowly closed, sealing everyone inside. ... Deep within the Divine Temple. After walking a little longer, the group with the black-robed elder finally arrived at the final hall. The hall was vast, the steps were high, and the entire space was suffused with a brilliant gold. On both sides of the hall stood rows of giant statues. These statues were humanoid, but unlike the copper men kneeling at the Taoist Field, these copper sculptures were all towering and majestic, with dignified expressions, either riding a dragon horse, sitting on a dragon chair, or holding a dragon sword, overlooking and dominating the area. The copper sculptures loomed high above, as if receiving the kneeling tributes of countless mining cultivators, who were like slaves in the Taoist Field. "Dragons? Are these people the royals of the Great Wilderness?" Mo Hua speculated in his mind, but remained expressionless without revealing any emotion. The Demon Sect leader shivered at the sight of the majestic, grand statues etched with "Dragon Patterns," experiencing a visible emotional turmoil. "We have finally...arrived here..." The black-robed elder also sighed with an elderly voice, "The fortunes of my Great Wilderness have finally encountered a turning point, Third Prince..." The black-robed elder looked towards the Demon Sect leader. The Demon Sect leader nodded and then strode towards the main entrance of the hall. The main doors of the hall were tightly closed, with a gigantic dragon head affixed to the door, sealing off the deepest part of the Divine Temple as well. Heavy chains extended from the dragon head, spreading out, and finally anchoring onto each statute of the Great Wilderness’s royals. These royal statues also stood with astonishing might, guarding this final door of the Divine Temple. The Demon Sect leader slashed open his palm and then extended his arm into the mouth of the dragon head at the door. Blood dripped down, feeding the dragon. As if it tasted the bloodline of the royals, the dragon head trembled, and its eyes slowly lit up, gazing at the Demon Sect leader with terrifying majesty. At the same time, the surrounding statues of royals seemed to come to life, exuding a killing aura. The Demon Sect leader’s gaze was firm as he slowly knelt, his voice deep and resonant, like that of a dragon’s growl, speaking word by word: "Descendant, Shen Tuao, third son of the Great Wilderness royals, pays respects to the ancestors." "In these times, the royal bloodline has fallen into decline, left isolated and wandering." "The Taoist Court is without justice, and our family’s bloodline is cut off." "I, Shen Tuao, humbly request our ancestors to restrain the Dragon Qi, open the imperial tomb, grant me the Dragon Vein of the Great Wilderness, defy the heavens, alter the Life Chart, revive royal enterprise, and reign supreme over the three thousand mountains, unifying the myriad tribes of the Great Wilderness!" ... Mo Hua shivered upon hearing this. "This Demon Sect leader is actually called ’Shen Tuao,’ is Shen Tuao the royal surname of the Great Wilderness?" "To reign over three thousand mountains, unify the myriad tribes of the Great Wilderness, and revive the royal enterprise...what is Shen Tuao planning?" "Could it be... he intends to rebel?" "And what exactly is the Great Wilderness Dragon Vein?" "Is it with this object that he could stage a rebellion?" The more Mo Hua listened, the more shocked he became. If it weren’t for his proficiency in the Divine Thought, his deep thoughts, his exceptional determination, and his habit of "acting" to deceive others, he would have certainly revealed his shock, showing flaws on his face. Rebellion, really? Reigning over the Great Wilderness, reviving the royal throne, resisting the Taoist Court? This Shen Tuao truly possesses audacious courage and ambition. Mo Hua never expected that this trip to Solitary Mountain’s tomb would unearth such a groundbreaking secret. This was something beyond his anticipation, something he wouldn’t have guessed even if he racked his brains... And just at the moment when the Demon Sect leader, the third prince of the Great Wilderness, Shen Tuao, finished these words. The entire grand hall of the Divine Temple had a slight tremor. As if his bloodline, his ambition, and his aspirations had awakened those ancestors and past emperors of the Great Wilderness, who had been slumbering and forgotten in the depths of the underground palace for countless years. A series of deep dragon roars began to echo, intertwining with each other. The ancestors of the Great Wilderness seemed to be responding to Shen Tuao’s ambitions. They transmitted their lingering Dragon Qi, bit by bit, to the door through the straps binding dragons, subduing the violent dragon head. As an obstinate dragon roar echoed. The doors of the Great Wilderness imperial tomb slowly opened, and a fierce aura of the Karma Dragon emanated from the depths...