The Artifact God Hall was therefore extremely busy. These many artifact forging forces naturally had to be integrated by the Artifact God Hall, otherwise it would be difficult to enforce orders.
As for allowing them to retain their original forces, nominally under the Artifact God Hall like small internal groups? That was impossible.
If that were the case, what difference would there be between the Artifact God Hall and the Yuan Continent's Artifact Forging Alliance? What the Artifact God Hall needed was complete control over these forces.
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While the Artifact God Hall was busy, from top to bottom.
Holy Ouyang, the Holy Artifact Sect Master, and Gu Jiadi, the Ancient Crafts Palace Master, watched the Artifact God Hall's fortune gradually flourish, a trace of gloom flashing in their eyes.
"If my strength were greater than Xuan Teng's, how could this kind of thing have happened!"
Holy Ouyang's tone revealed a trace of dissatisfaction. Although he had already declared his allegiance to the Artifact God Hall, his purpose in doing so was nothing more than to fear Xuan Teng. How could he be sincerely convinced?
And stronger than Xuan Teng? He was just thinking about it.
Cultivation mainly relies on talent. He knew that reaching his current realm meant he had reached his limit. Unless impossible, he would never surpass Xuan Teng in this life. Therefore, after learning of Xuan Teng's terror, he gave up resisting and followed Xuan Teng's orders.
"We may find it difficult to surpass Xuan Teng, but others may not!"
Gu Jiadi suddenly said.
"What do you mean?" Holy Ouyang frowned slightly.
"Are you aware that the Holy Soul Race's weapon orders over the past ten trillion years have mainly been with the Ancient Crafts Palace?"
"Now the Artifact God Hall is busy unifying the artifact forging forces and has no time to take care of artifact forging. I have already reported this matter to the Holy Soul Race."
"The Holy Soul Race is a pinnacle race and will not allow its own interests to be harmed. It will inevitably be dissatisfied with the Artifact God Hall and then exert pressure. When the Artifact God Hall is busy manufacturing weapons for the Holy Soul Race, it will have no time to govern these artifact forging forces and will be distracted from managing us. In this way, even if it doesn't ultimately do anything to the Artifact God Hall, it won't make it feel good."
"And Xuan Teng, the backer of the Artifact God Hall, no matter how strong he is, he is no stronger than a Chaos True Immortal. After the Holy Soul Race takes action, he can't interfere." Gu Jiadi said with a slight upturn of his lips.
Hearing this, Holy Ouyang's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of strangeness flashing across them.
It must be said that Gu Jiadi's idea was very good. In this way, the Artifact God Hall would inevitably be unable to attend to both ends.
And even if they ultimately couldn't escape the Artifact God Hall.
They could still obtain the greatest benefits from this matter.
After all, the more chaotic the Artifact God Hall, the more the two strongest artifact forging forces masters of the past could seize the benefits, and even find an opportunity to hollow out the Artifact God Hall...
"Report!"
"The Holy Soul Race's Grand Elder has personally arrived at the Artifact God Hall in Yuan Continent. Lord Craftsman God has asked the two adults to go over!"
Just as the two were actively thinking, a subordinate respectfully reported.
"They're here!"
Hearing this, Holy Ouyang and Gu Jiadi exchanged a glance, a hint of joy flashing across their faces.
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Chapter 465 Muddled Holy Ouyang, Gu Jiadi, West District Prison Situation Rises Again
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"I want to see how that Craftsman God will deal with this matter!" After waving away his subordinate, Gu Jiadi curled his lips and said.
If the Craftsman God wanted to forge weapons, he would inevitably have to mobilize enough manpower. In this way, they could regain power, plus the original forces slowly infiltrating the entire Artifact God Hall.
And if the Craftsman God postponed the weapon forging matter, he would have to face the pressure of the Holy Soul Race. A force that doesn't even have a Chaos True Immortal is simply impossible to withstand the pressure of a pinnacle race.
"Let's go, don't keep the Craftsman God waiting too long." As if thinking of the Holy Soul Race Grand Elder's cold tone and the Craftsman God's unsightly face sitting in his chair at a loss, Gu Jiadi couldn't wait.
Holy Ouyang also followed closely behind, flying towards the Artifact God Hall's main hall.
However, when they arrived at the main hall.
The scene before their eyes.
Left them dumbfounded.
They saw the Holy Soul Race Grand Elder, having a heart-to-heart talk with the Craftsman God, with a friendly face, and the Craftsman God nodding repeatedly. The relationship between the two was like that of good friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time.
"This..."
What about the Holy Soul Race exerting pressure?
What about the Craftsman God's unsightly expression?
Holy Ouyang and Gu Jiadi exchanged glances, both feeling a little dazed by the scene before them.
While the two were dazed.
The Craftsman God seemed to see them and quickly waved his hand: "Come, quickly thank the Holy Soul Race Grand Elder. The Holy Soul Race knows that our Artifact God Hall has just been unified and is willing to give us enough time to stabilize before forging weapons."
The Craftsman God's expression was somewhat ambiguous.
"Yes, Lord Craftsman God." Holy Ouyang and Gu Jiadi exchanged glances, opened their mouths, and were even more dazed, but due to the Craftsman God's order, the two could only salute Holy Soul Di.
"Alright, withdraw."
After the two saluted, the Craftsman God waved his hand, signaling the two to withdraw.
From Holy Soul Di's mouth, he had already understood who had released the news, and it was not difficult to guess their purpose. Letting them come over this time was naturally to knock them into shape.
"Yes." The two withdrew with unsightly expressions.
"What exactly is going on!?" After leaving the main hall, Gu Jiadi's face was as unsightly as if he had eaten a fly with shit.
He took the initiative to reveal this news to the Holy Soul Race, just to see the Holy Soul Race cause trouble for the Craftsman God, and then put the Artifact God Hall in a dilemma, to achieve his purpose.
But now, this was completely different from what he imagined.
"Is Xuan Teng's value that great? That the Holy Soul Race is willing to sacrifice its own foundation and not offend him?" Gu Jiadi was extremely puzzled.
"No, which Chaos True Immortal is not an extremely profit-seeking person."
"Relying on a single Xuan Teng, even if the Holy Soul Fairy wins him over, they won't give up their own foundation, after all, Xuan Teng has not yet achieved the position of True Immortal!" Holy Ouyang narrowed his eyes and shook his head.
"What do you mean?" Gu Jiadi frowned tightly.
"The Artifact God Hall must have its own unknown side that the Holy Soul Race sees potential in." Holy Ouyang murmured.
Hearing this, Gu Jiadi's heart sank slightly.
The Holy Soul Race is a pinnacle race with True Immortals sitting in it.
To be able to make it sacrifice its own interests to nurture the Artifact God Hall, what kind of side could the Artifact God Hall show the Holy Soul Race?
"The Craftsman God's intention in letting us meet the Holy Soul Race Grand Elder is very obvious."
"Next, I'm afraid we can't be so outwardly compliant anymore!" Holy Ouyang sighed.
Gu Jiadi's face was slightly unsightly.
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At the same time!
Unexplored Area, Immortal Court!
Cosmic Prison.
West District.
"Attack! Destroy Lord Fu, and welcome a new world in the West District!"
"The future belongs to us!"
"Charge!"
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Countless prisoners in the West District suddenly rose up from all over, trying to overthrow A'Fu's rule in one fell swoop. A'Fu's subordinates did not expect these people to rebel today. One by one, they resisted in a hurry, unable to effectively suppress them. Soon, they were breached by these prisoners.
"Lord Fu! Lord Fu!"
At this moment, A'Fu was sleeping when he was suddenly awakened by his own subordinate.
Sleepy-eyed, A'Fu looked at his subordinate's panicked face, a little puzzled.
"Lord Fu, we can't hold them back anymore, that group of new prisoners has rebelled!"
"They number over a hundred million and are about to break in!" The subordinate said with a mournful face.
"What!?" A'Fu, who hadn't figured out what was happening, instantly changed his expression.
"Brothers, give me your weapons and beat these new prisoners to death!" A'Fu's face showed a trace of anger, and he rushed out directly.
This battle lasted for half a month, until the Cosmic Prison's monthly extraction of divine energy arrived, before it briefly ended.
In the sixth thousand seven hundred and eighty-fifth year of the Divine Xuan Calendar, March sixteenth, A'Fu's rule was disrupted by forces from the Ancient Immortal Heavens. With the cover of his subordinates and their loyalty, A'Fu narrowly maintained his position.
But the West District's power began to become chaotic from then on, and once again fell into the melee situation when the Cosmic Prison was first opened. A'Fu's position declined again and again, becoming Brother Fu. Due to A'Fu's actions, several super-large gangs in the West District, such as the Heavenly Blood Gang and the Too Egg Gang, were subtly targeting A'Fu's gang, presenting a pincer attack.
Xing Si Divine Hall.
The Xing Si Hall Master was burying his head in approving matters.
Suddenly a subordinate came in.
"Lord Hall Master, A'Fu is not doing well."
"Not doing well?"
"Send him a few more jars of pills!" The Xing Si Hall Master waved his hand.
A'Fu was his trump card for grinding down the arrogance of these powerful forces, how could he say he was not doing well?
As for worrying that A'Fu would take too many drugs and return to the west?
The Xing Si Hall Master didn't care about this. If something really happened, he would go to the underworld to ask for someone.
Those who died inside the Immortal Court, with no great background, would have their true spirits captured by the underworld.
"Yes." The subordinate respectfully withdrew.
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Time passed little by little.
The chaos in the Cosmic Prison will not be mentioned for the time being.
