The Four Emperors of the Lost Land enjoyed very high prestige and status in the respective areas they ruled. They were like Chen Fu, who had the highest cultivation in the green lotus domain. In fact, they were even more influential than Chen Fu.

Bai Zhaoju looked at everyone and said, “I know what to do. Pavilion Master Lu is not an outsider. He’s Qi Sheng’s master.”

“Qi Sheng’s master?”

The white-clad cultivator was surprised.

‘Qi Sheng has a master?’

‘Qi Sheng is such a talented figure so his master can’t be weak…’

The white-clad cultivators carefully examined the calm Lu Zhou again.

Bai Zhaoju continued to say, “I have a close relationship with Qi Sheng, and Qi Sheng’s contribution to the Lost Kingdom is obvious. There’s no need to discuss this matter anymore.”

Everyone was puzzled. They did not understand why Bai Zhaoju was so insistent about this.

Some of the core disciples wanted to protest, but they were stopped by the elders. After all, it was not appropriate to contradict the White Emperor in public. No matter how even-tempered the White Emperor was, he still had a bottom line that could not be crossed.

Moreover, it was obvious that Bai Zhaoju and Lu Zhou had come to an agreement. If they still protested, they would definitely have a taste of Bai Zhaoju’s fury.

Bai Zhao gestured to Lu Zhou and said, “Please.”

Lu Zhou flew with one hand on his back.

The white-clad cultivators made way for the duo and watched them fly toward an enclosed platform on the island.

“That’s the enclosed platform,” Bai Zhaoju said like a guide.

“The enclosed platform? Zhi Ming has been in your territory all along?” Lu Zhou was slightly surprised.

Zhi Ming was one of the Four Divinities of Heaven. It was surprising that it was willing to stay on the Lost Island.

Soon enough, the duo arrived at the enclosed platform.

The enclosed platform was supported by a huge pillar. The platform was circular. It was located next to a 90-degree vertical cliff. From above, one could see the violent waves of the Endless Ocean.

“It’s usually very quiet and calm here. The weather isn’t very good today,” Bai Zhaoju said.

“Where’s Zhi Ming?” Lu Zhou asked. He was not interested in other things now. At this moment, he only wanted to meet Zhi Ming as soon as possible.

Bai Zhaoju smiled and said, “Pavilion Master Lu, there’s no need to be anxious. We’re already here. I won’t go back on my words.”

Lu Zhou replied, “Some things have priority and can’t be delayed.”

His disciple was lying in bed like a sickly child all day long. How could he, as a master, act leisurely?

As though he did hear Lu Zhou’s words, Bai Zhaoju asked, “Pavilion Master, what do you think of the scenery here? Are the waters clear? Are the skies blue?”

“…”

Lu Zhou frowned slightly. He had never liked beating around the bush. He was just about to voice his displeasure when…

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Several white-clad cultivators flew over from behind. These white-clad cultivators’ auras were distinctly different from the white-clad cultivators from earlier. They were not young, and their cultivation was not low.

Lu Zhou pointed at the newcomers and asked, “What do you mean by this?”

Bai Zhaoju sighed and said, “They’re the Three Celestials of the Lost Island. Back then, they left the Great Void with me and helped me establish the Lost Kingdom here. They can be considered my most capable subordinates.”

The Three Celestials were divine lords, but it was unknown if they were greater or lesser divine lords.

The three cultivators hovered in the air for a moment before the elderly cultivator in the middle bowed and said, “Weng Zhi greets Your Majesty, the White Emperor. I heard that Your Majesty is bringing someone to meet Zhi Ming. I’m afraid this is inappropriate.”

Weng Zhi spoke very bluntly. His eyes were fixed on Lu Zhou as he spoke.

Lu Zhou shook his head and said, “You’re a divine emperor, and yet, you still have to obtain permission from others to act.”

Bai Zhaoju, whose authority was being questioned, was naturally displeased. He said in a low voice, “Weng Zhi, all of you, leave now. No one’s to come near without my orders!”

“Your Majesty!”

The trio fell to their knees in unison.

Bai Zhaoju said in a deep voice, “So you’re going to defy my orders?”

A halo appeared on Bai Zhaoju’s body.

Weng Zhi said resolutely, “Your Majesty, even if I lose my life, I still have to say it. The peace of the Lost Kingdom wasn’t easy to come by. There are thousands of people here whom you need to protect. If anything happens to Zhi Ming, we’ll be sinners for eternity! Please reconsider, Your Majesty!”

The other two cried out in unison, “Please reconsider, Your Majesty!”

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Lu Zhou had no intention of harming Zhi Ming at all. Bai Zhaoju’s initial reaction was a little extreme as well. However, in the end, he managed to convince Bai Zhaoju. After all that, a group of people suddenly jumped out to obstruct his path. How could he tolerate it? It was time for him to show his strength.

Lu Zhou’s voice darkened as he said, “Impudent!”

The soundwave swept out along with the divine Dao power.

The three divine lords’ expressions changed slightly as they raised their arms in front of them.

Boom!

The trio flew back. They looked at Lu Zhou, who had suddenly attacked, in shock. With just one move, they were forced to retreat. What a terrifying strength!

Bai Zhaoju did not expect Lu Zhou to attack. For a moment, he was in a dilemma. Taking Lu Zhou’s side and reprimanding his men did not make sense, and taking his men’s side and alienating a guest was improper, not to mention that he had already given his word.

Lu Zhou scoffed coldly. “I have an agreement with the White Emperor. I must see Zhi Ming. If you insist on being stubborn, don’t blame me for being impolite.”

Bai Zhaoju could tell Lu Zhou was really angry so he said to the trio immediately, “I’ve said it earlier. Leave.”

The trio took a few steps back and said reluctantly, “Yes…”

Seeing the reluctance on the trio’s faces, Lu Zhou turned to Bai Zhaoju and said, “In my opinion, you should abdicate your throne. It seems like there’s someone more suitable to rule your Lost Kingdom.”

The Three Celestials were shocked when they heard Lu Zhou’s sarcastic words. They fell to their knees at the same time and cried out, “We don’t dare! We’re loyal, and we have no ill intentions!”

Bai Zhaoju looked slightly embarrassed and said, “Pavilion Master Lu, don’t joke. The three of them risked their lives for me and with me. If they really harbor ill intentions, they wouldn’t have left the Great Void with me back then.”

Lu Zhou shook his head and said, “You don’t understand my words.”

“Please explain.”

“If the ruler of the Lost Kingdom isn’t you, do you think I’d be wasting my time now? I’d kill everyone immediately.”

Boom!

As soon as Lu Zhou finished speaking, he stomped his foot.

The land shook, and the trees within 3,000 feet shook, causing leaves to fall.

Everyone’s expressions changed drastically. They looked at Lu Zhou fearfully.

‘Who’s this person?’

‘He even dares to say such words!’

Bai Zhaoju quickly said, “Pavilion Master, don’t be angry.”

The Three Celestials and the other white-clad cultivators in the distance looked at Lu Zhou nervously.

‘Their reactions are a little… extreme…’ Lu Zhou was inwardly puzzled. ‘Why are they so afraid? It’s not like they know I’m the Unholy One. There’s no reason for them to be so afraid, right?’

In the end, Lu Zhou said, “It’s about time. Let Zhi Ming come out.”

Bai Zhaoju nodded. “Alright.”

This time, no one dared to protest. However, they did not leave either. They maintained a distance and watched.

Bai Zhaoju pointed at the bottom of the platform and said, “It’s right below.”

Bai Zhaoju leaped out and slowly descended.

Lu Zhou followed suit.

After descending a certain distance, Lu Zhou saw a huge black hole at the bottom of the platform next to the sea. The opening was huge; its diameter was over 1,000 feet.

Lu Zhou asked, “Zhi Ming is in that cave?”

Bai Zhaoju shook his head.

Lu Zhou frowned, puzzled. “Hm?”

How contradictory. Earlier, Bai Zhaoju had said Zhi Ming was there, now, he said it was not.

Bai Zhaoju smiled slightly as he pushed his hand down. A ring of light fell into the sea.

Following that, the sea began to bubble as though it was boiling.

The Three Celestials were extremely nervous as they watched.

At this time, Bai Zhaoju said shockingly, “In fact, Pavilion Master Lu, you’ve already met Zhi Ming.”

“???”

“The Lost Island is Zhi Ming’s true body!”

“…”