# Chapter 1725: Brahma Emperor and Nanming
Seeing Nanming Shendi appear here at this extremely delicate moment, with two great Ming Kings, the Eighth Brahma King immediately sensed something was wrong.
This was the royal city of the Fan Di God Realm, the most inviolable place in the Eastern Divine Region.
But the one standing before him was Nanming Shendi—a man who had never cared for the dignity and principles of a Divine Emperor, someone capable of anything, an utter madman without compromise!
Facing Nanming Shendi's sudden strike, though the Eighth Brahma King had been somewhat prepared, he was still greatly alarmed.
He pushed his hands forward, and a massive Brahma Seal instantly formed, meeting Nan Wansheng's power head-on. Tens of thousands of brahma rays shot into the sky at that moment, producing a thunderous roar like ten thousand great bells chiming in unison, shaking the entire Fan Di royal city.
*Boom!*
The stalemate lasted barely half a breath before the Eighth Brahma King was sent flying far away.
All around, explosions roared as nearby Fan Di guards rushed over in droves. On the towers, all the sealing profound formations were triggered, blazing with profound light that nearly obscured the sun.
The Eighth Brahma King's expression darkened, but he still strove to maintain restraint: "I dare not presume myself qualified to spar with Nanming Shendi. If Nanming Shendi has the interest, you may wait until our king returns to the realm."
"Hahahaha," Nan Wansheng did not even glance at him. His eyes were fixed on the tower covered in protective profound light as he burst into wild laughter: "A mere shabby tower, yet fitted with so many seals. So this is indeed where it is!"
"Attack! Show no mercy—kill anyone who stands in the way!"
Nan Wansheng's arrogance had always been a clear-headed arrogance. After all, this was the Fan Di royal city—once the defensive forces concentrated here, succeeding would become nearly impossible. He had to move quickly.
The Southern Prison Ming King and Western Prison Ming King struck simultaneously. Neither of these two great Ming Kings could be matched by the Eighth Brahma King alone. But he could not retreat. He pushed out his palm, and a massive Brahma Seal descended like a canopy.
*Clang!*
A tearing shriek split the air. Beneath the terrifying power of the two Ming Kings, the Brahma Seal lasted only one breath before being shattered. Nan Wansheng's hand, gleaming with an eerie golden light, emerged through the fragments of the Brahma Seal and struck the Eighth Brahma King square in the chest.
The Eighth Brahma King's rotund body slid backward for several miles along the ground. Before the surrounding Fan Di guards could even draw near, they were repelled far away by the residual waves of the Divine Emperor's power.
The Eighth Brahma King's face paled for several moments. Along with his fury, a wave of sorrow washed over him.
In the God Realm, strength of power could almost be said to determine everything—including status, dignity, glory, and how others treated you.
Back when the Fan Di God Realm had the Three Brahma Gods and the Fandi Shennü, its power had been close to the Nanming God Realm, even slightly surpassing it by a hair.
But after the Three Brahma Gods died and the Fandi Shennü was first crippled then fled, the Fan Di God Realm suddenly lost four Tenth-rank Divine Lords. When Nanming Shendi next "visited," his bearing was completely different.
And now, he was striking directly in the royal city of the Fan Di itself!
Beyond arrogance, was this not also contempt!
The two great Ming Kings held the rear, keeping all at bay. Meanwhile, Nan Wansheng had swaggered his way to the front of the tower.
Every sealing profound formation on the tower was extremely formidable. Even with the power of a Divine Emperor, breaking through any single one in a short time was no easy feat.
But since Nanming Shendi had come, how could he not have prepared? Facing the foremost sealing profound formation, black aura suddenly coalesced in his hand, revealing a short pickaxe of bizarre shape, emanating a dense black light.
At the same time, a sinister demonic dark aura was also released.
In the distance, the assembled Brahma Kings who had rushed over at top speed caught sight of the black light in Nanming Shendi's hand, and their expressions changed in unison: "Spirit-Exorcising Demonic Pickaxe!"
In the ancient era, when the Divine Race and the Demon Race were locked in bitter war, the most brutal battle had taken place in what was now the Southern Divine Region.
Thus, aside from divine inheritances and divine legacy artifacts, that place also held numerous demonic artifacts left behind by fallen True Demons... as well as demonic poisons.
But the Southern Divine Region was not a dark environment after all, so whether demonic artifacts or demonic poisons, they had to be fully sealed to prevent the dark power from leaking out.
Especially demonic artifacts—essentially, each time they were used, their power would diminish permanently by a fraction.
Of course, no one knew whether certain holders of demonic artifacts in the Southern Divine Region might quietly venture deep into the Northern Divine Region to restore their power.
The Spirit-Exorcising Demonic Pickaxe now appearing in Nan Wansheng's hand was one of the most powerful demonic artifacts remaining in the Southern Divine Region. It possessed an extremely strong "spirit-exorcising" power, capable of easily breaking through almost all types of profound formations or barriers, except those of the dark attribute.
But such a powerful demonic artifact could naturally not be controlled without sufficiently strong dark profound force. Even Nan Wansheng, powerful as he was, found the hand gripping the Spirit-Exorcising Demonic Pickaxe trembling slightly. The agonizing backlash instantly spread up half his arm, yet it only made his gaze more manic.
The Spirit-Exorcising Demonic Pickaxe swung down. The profound formation ahead did not erupt with retaliatory force but instead let out a sharp shriek. Countless black veins instantly covered the entire formation body.
Within just a few short breaths, the profound light of the formation dimmed at an astonishing speed until it completely dissipated.
Just then, Nan Wansheng's expression suddenly changed. He jerked his head up and thrust his left arm upward.
A deafening boom split the high sky above the Fan Di royal city. A terrifying air current ring spanning ten thousand miles exploded outward. Amid the thunderous roar, an old man in worn gray robes, his frame withered and hunched, descended slowly, landing before Nan Wansheng. His thick, unparalleled profound aura withstood the pressure radiating from Nanming Shendi.
Gu Zhu.
"Oh?" Nan Wansheng's narrow pupils glinted with cold light: "You?"
Gu Zhu was Qianye Ying'er's loyal servant, and could be considered half her master. Nan Wansheng had known this for a long time. But strangely enough, even he did not know this old man's name.
Even stranger was... that he had just leaped out from the tower.
"Nanming Shendi," Gu Zhu spoke, his voice deep and resonant like crashing waves: "Please turn back."
Behind him, four of the seven stationed Brahma Kings had already arrived. A host of Divine Lord elders and Fan Di divine envoys came swiftly, tightly encircling the three from Nanming.
Nan Wansheng showed not a trace of fear. He stared at Gu Zhu and said with a faint smile: "Hand over what this king wants, and I will leave immediately."
Gu Zhu did not ask what he wanted, nor did he deny anything. Since Nan Wansheng had come in person, vehement denial and concealment were meaningless. He sighed softly and said: "Nanming Shendi's arrival here must not be without cause. Now that the Eastern Divine Region has suddenly suffered a demonic calamity, and Nanming Shendi has obtained this secret at such a time..."
"With Nanming Shendi's wisdom, you cannot fail to realize that this is a plot of the Northern Domain demonic beings. Do not allow yourself to be used by others, causing the Fan Di and Nanming to mutually wound each other before the calamity."
"Well said. Extremely well said," Nanming Shendi laughed loudly, then reached his hand toward Gu Zhu: "Since you old man understand so clearly, then hurry up and hand over what this king wants. That way, neither of us will be harmed. A perfect outcome for both!"
"Sigh!" Gu Zhu let out a heavy sigh, extending his withered old hand from his gray robe: "Since Nanming Shendi is content to be used, then this old one has nothing more to say. I can only experience the divine might of Nanming Shendi for myself."
"Heh," Nanming Shendi sneered coldly: "As for you, old man, I'm afraid you're not qualified!"
"Then this king will personally test you!"
A deep, anger-laden voice suddenly rang out from nowhere.
Immediately after, above the tower, a massive profound formation blazed to life, releasing an intensely dense spatial profound light.
Within the spatial profound light, the Fan Di profound ship that had previously left the realm appeared out of thin air. Qianye Fantian's figure shot down like a flying sword, and the seven Brahma Kings accompanying him followed closely behind. Seven massive profound auras pressed down heavily upon Nan Wansheng and the two Ming Kings.
*Bam!*
Qianye Fantian landed before Nanming Shendi. The moment his feet touched the ground, the entire Fan Di royal city trembled faintly.
Nanming Shendi's gaze traveled from above, taking a long while before it finally settled on Qianye Fantian. His eyes narrowed into two extremely thin slits, a half-smile playing at the corner of his mouth. He murmured softly: "A mere little tower, yet it houses a dimensional grand formation capable of recalling the main profound ship at any moment. The things inside this tower are making this king more and more excited."
"Nanming!" Qianye Fantian said in a deep voice: "Are you willingly letting yourself be used as someone's pawn!"
Nan Wansheng said leisurely: "If it were you, would you be willing?"
"..." Qianye Fantian's brows furrowed slightly.
Eternal life—undoubtedly, these two words could drive any race, any level of being completely mad, could make even the most level-headed person lose their reason.
Thus, the one who revealed this secret to Nan Wansheng did not care at all whether he was found out.
Anger burned in his heart, but Qianye Fantian could not release it. He quickly weighed the pros and cons and said: "In that case, this king will make a deal with you, Nanming."
"Oh?" Nan Wansheng showed an interested expression, and the Spirit-Exorcising Demonic Pickaxe in his hand was put away: "Let's hear it."
"Help our Eastern Region suppress the demonic beings," Qianye Fantian said. "After the demonic beings are completely destroyed, this king is willing to share the secret with you... Nanming!"
In the demonic invasion a few days prior, though Qianye Fantian had sensed something somewhat amiss, he had not paid it much mind, much less entertained any thought of suppression.
His Fan Di God Realm was in a period of recuperation and was fully focused on cultivating a new Brahma God. Why would he waste his own strength to clean up the mess for Zhou Tian?
But today, within less than an hour, the situation had changed drastically. Realms across the Eastern Divine Region were falling madly. The vast Zhou Tian Divine Realm had been bloodily slaughtered in a time so short it was horrifying... How could he not be alarmed?
"Hahahaha!" Qianye Fantian's words made Nan Wansheng burst into loud laughter. Then he sneered without mercy: "A deal? Sharing? Hah! Qianye Fantian, do you still remember how you answered this king back then!?"
"You said that within seven days, you would deliver Ying'er intact into this king's hands. This king believed you, even drove away all the women from the imperial palace, grandly prepared a welcoming feast, and widely invited all the kings to witness the Divine Maiden finally becoming this king's possession... But you, you old dog, actually released Ying'er and deceived this king!"
Mentioning that matter from years past, a visible distortion appeared on Nan Wansheng's face. The resentment of never obtaining the Fandi Shennü surged forth along with the fury of being deceived by Qianye Fantian: "You made this king a laughingstock throughout the entire Southern Divine Region! And now, you still dare to dream that this king will believe your words?"
Qianye Fantian's cold brows sank as he said in a deep voice: "This king will say it one last time—she escaped on her own! You are merely unwilling and resentful. Why pretend not to believe?"
"Whether I believe or not is for this king to decide!" Nan Wansheng said coldly. "You broke faith with this king and made this king lose all face. For these two offenses alone, this king will never forget them for life."
"Your Majesty!" The First Brahma King stepped forward and said angrily: "Why make such concessions? Even if our Fan Di has temporarily lost its Brahma God, we need fear no one!"
But Qianye Fantian raised his hand, stopping the First Brahma King's words. Suppressing the rage in his heart, he said in a voice heavy with each syllable: "Nanming, listen. Setting aside our old grievances, you must have already seen the miserable state of Zhou Tian clearly."
"The demonic beings invading this time are extremely unusual. They are completely different from what we know—as if they have been 'modified.' If we are not careful and the Eastern Divine Region falls, the next might be your Southern Divine Region."
These words from Qianye Fantian did not change Nan Wansheng's mind. Instead, he chuckled darkly: "You know well enough. If, after Zhou Tian, your Fan Di God Realm also suffers a demonic descent from the heavens, our Nanming might lend a hand, or we might..." He bared his teeth in a sinister grin: "Take advantage of the chaos and plunder."
He enunciated the four words "take advantage of the chaos and plunder" with exceptional clarity and directness.
"You!" Qianye Fantian's eyes instantly turned as cold as an icy hell.
"One thought is heaven, one thought is hell," Nan Wansheng said with a smile. "Such a simple choice—I trust the Fantian Shen Di will not be foolish enough to get it wrong."
"As for my Southern Divine Region, there is no need for your concern," he taunted. "If the Eastern Divine Region cannot even handle a mere Northern Divine Region, then it deserves to fall. If one day your Eastern Divine Region is truly conquered by the demonic beings, those demonic beings will have been worn down to about ten percent of their strength. If they dare to touch my Southern Divine Region, they will be easily annihilated. What do you think?"
Qianye Fantian's hands clenched tightly.
The Fantian Shen Di had returned, and the various Brahma Kings surrounded him. For Nan Wansheng to forcibly take what he wanted was now impossible. But he was still confident of victory, smiling arrogantly: "In consideration of our years of friendship, this king will not make things difficult for you."
He slowly extended his hand, his tone carrying undisguised threat: "Seven days. This king gives you seven days to consider. After seven days, heaven or hell... this king awaits your reply!"
"Oh, and one more thing—let me remind you Fan Di: this king is kind-hearted and remembers old ties, willing to grant you seven days. But the demonic beings are not necessarily so. So it's best to decide early... hahahahahaha!"
Amid wild laughter, Nan Wansheng turned, his arm sweeping out as a gale arose, instantly clearing a wide open path. Instead of flying through the air, he strode forward with large steps, his gait and expression both arrogant and uninhibited, as if treading through an uninhabited land.
The Southern Prison Ming King and Western Prison Ming King followed closely behind, their gazes equally haughty.
Until they had walked far away, Qianye Fantian did not issue an order to stop them. But between his fingers, blood flowed freely.
Nanming Shendi left, yet Qianye Fantian still stood rooted to the spot, not uttering a single word.
The First Brahma King stepped forward and said: "Your Majesty, what about Zhou Tian?"
"Seal the realm!" Qianye Fantian said in a low voice.
At this point, what mind did he have left to care about the Zhou Tian realm?
"Yes." The assembled Brahma Kings accepted the order... Soon, the boundary of the Fan Di royal city slowly opened, and then an immense, formless barrier spread across the entire Fan Di God Realm.
"Everyone, withdraw."
All present knew that Qianye Fantian was in a towering rage and dared not approach. At the Divine Emperor's command, everyone dispersed.
Only Gu Zhu remained at his side.
Qianye Fantian slowly raised his palm; in its center, blood was already overflowing. His five fingers, mixed with blood, clenched tightly, and from his mouth came a low, terrifyingly dark mutter: "Nanming... you came to the wrong person if you think you can threaten this king!"
As he muttered, a venomously cold light flickered in his eyes.
He, Qianye Fantian, was the number one Divine Emperor of the Eastern Domain! Though his power was now far inferior to Nanming's, how could he be willing to endure such provocation and oppression?
"Gu Zhu," he suddenly called out in a low voice: "Back then, before Ying'er was branded with Yun Che's slave mark, you had her erase all memories concerning the Primordial Chaos Life-Death Seal, correct?"
"Yes," Gu Zhu answered. "But not all of them. At that time, Yue Shen Di had already learned of the existence of the Primordial Chaos Life-Death Seal. Given his deep and meticulous nature, completely erasing it might have allowed Yue Shen Di to exploit the change."
"Thus, the young miss had this old servant retain the memory of the Primordial Chaos Life-Death Seal's existence and location, while everything else was erased."
"In other words," Qianye Fantian said in a low voice, "the information Nanming obtained was very likely arranged by Ying'er."
Originally, the notion that demonic beings could infiltrate from the Northern Divine Region to the Southern Divine Region to deliver messages was, in common understanding, utterly impossible.
But now, countless terrifying demonic beings had suddenly appeared in the south of the Eastern Domain, and no one had detected them beforehand. When that understanding was shattered, the impossible instantly became the most likely possibility.
Even the only possibility.
Gu Zhu remained silent, his thoughts complex and turbulent.
"Regarding the memories of [The Ancestor]—all erased, correct?" Qianye Fantian looked at Gu Zhu, his gaze meeting the old man's eyes directly.
"Yes," Gu Zhu replied calmly and frankly. "Of this, master can rest assured."
"That is good." Qianye Fantian turned his gaze. He looked in the direction Nan Wansheng had departed, and a layer of terrifying ruthlessness once again rose in his eyes.