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Chapter 1559 - 447: The Feast of the Moon Goddess! The Empress Pours Wine! The Great Heavenly Venerate of the Primordial Medal!_3

Chapter 1559: Chapter 447: The Feast of the Moon Goddess! The Empress Pours Wine! The Great Heavenly Venerate of the Primordial Medal!_3

"What’s happening?!"

Their expressions filled with fear as they looked at the Daoist riding a Kirin in the distance, debating whether to take action or not.

But the freshly parasitized memories remained, which greatly intimidated them, fearful of losing control once again.

"Stand down!"

The Empress’s command was like a pardon for them; they retreated hurriedly, leaving only the handmaidens to serve.

At this time, Seth Lim and Li Quan, who had truly stolen the Dharma Vein, also came down the stairs, their gazes complex as they looked at Gary Smith’s retreating figure, feeling an irrational urge to change their names to Seth Big Dog and Li Second Dog.

The opponent had shown them with his actions what it meant to be a leashed dog that could still sweep the world and pressurize the Empress!

"A true man should be like this!" Li Quan muttered to himself.

The Four Great Law Veins, defeated in an instant.

The magnificent Empress also had to bow her head.

This was the true demeanor of a Great Cultivator!

’Unfortunately, he does not belong to our lineage...’ Li Quan sighed inwardly.

Seth Lim, who was beside him, caught on to his thoughts and murmured, "Don’t be envious of others. If you diligently cultivate our own Dharma Vein, one day you too can become a Great Divine Power!"

Li Quan took it as a master’s consolation without taking it to heart.

However, although this ancestor figure was a fake, he had allowed Li Quan to use a strand of spirit energy from the Ancient Immortal’s finger to condense a Seed of Dharma, eventually fixing it at the second rank, comparable to the top-lineage heirs.

It was an unexpected boon!

"Your Excellency, please follow me!"

Myla Saya recovered from her shock and took the initiative to lead this mysterious Daoist to the seat of honor.

Gary Smith sat down unceremoniously on the Cloud cushion and cut to the chase, "You’re dying soon."

The people around shuddered; was this cursing someone to death right off the bat, a sign of a falling out?

The Empress did not get angry but asked calmly, "Why?"

Gary Smith did not answer directly but instead posed a question,

"The balance of this world has already been disrupted after my arrival, and the first to bear the brunt is you, the one sticking your neck out."

The Empress remained silent, but her silence was already an answer.

Gary Smith seemed pleased with himself; after two days of exploration, he discovered that while this Realm of Sickness was indeed sick, the symptoms... were not severe.

Most of the eerie domains were contained and basic order was maintained; mortals could eke out a living within the city walls, and even the Immortal Gods could still manage to respond, preserving the Dharma Veins.

But... if that were all, would Alicia Carr, as a Great Divine Power, need to flee the Realm of Sickness with all her might?

Meaning, this was not the true face of the Realm of Sickness!

Instead, someone had deliberately maintained this order, using means to keep it in the early stages of cancer, preventing it from getting worse.

After a while, she spoke, "It seems that my thoughts of escape have encountered you."

Gary Smith’s familiar demeanor implied he had already seen her, and since she had never seen him among the Great Divine Powers, he could only be an Outer World Demon.

"Alicia Carr, Your Highness, truly wise," Gary Smith complimented, unsurprised by her deduction.

The Realm of Sickness, The Moon, the accompanying laurel tree, and the agitation shown by Alicia Carr’s malicious arm before entering the Boundary Gate were basically all laid out on the table.

In the Moon Palace there were so few,

If not Alicia Carr, could it be Ewan Jones?

Almost forgot, there’s also a rabbit above, but it’s just meant for pounding medicine, not qualified to hold the laurel tree.

And as a Great Divine Power, why would she only leave behind one trick, for them, reincarnation was not difficult.

The Empress, or Alicia Carr’s reincarnated body, asked calmly, "So how should I save myself?"

She made no mention of what her own thoughts were.

Gary Smith didn’t speak, only glancing at the empty wine cup before him, just about to sigh when a pair of jade-like hands reached out, holding a bottle of century-old Golden Laurel Wine.

The golden liquid poured in, filling the cup with moonlight swirling within, its scent wafting over Zion, making countless wine enthusiasts salivate.

However, Myla Saya beside him was almost popping her eyes out, thinking she must be dreaming—and a very disrespectful dream at that—she saw...

This Daoist was actually having the world’s most noble Empress pour wine for him?!

This Moon God banquet would surely be recorded in history!

"Wine poured by a Great Divine Power indeed has a unique flavor!" Gary Smith laughed heartily, downing the glass in one gulp. Even with his physique, he could feel slightly tipsy, his spirit energy and body invigorated, his lifespan extended by a hundred years.

Unfortunately, the effect was only once in a short period; drinking more was a waste.

So he continued to look at the cup, the Empress continued to pour, distributing it to her own Pet Beasts.

"Mew!"

Little Spider sipped a mouthful, sticking out its tongue, feeling a bit spicy, a flush appearing on its pale cheeks.

"Cultivator... hehe... I surrender to Mousie... I want to ride a big horse..."

Mousie was knocked out after one cup, starting to roll on the table, caught in a drunken frenzy!

"Roar!" Eggy smacked its lips once, indicating it wanted to drink more.

"Humph!" Red Rabbit lifted its head, looking disdainful, feeling it didn’t match up to Machine Oil.

"Good wine!"

As for Paper Knight, after drinking it felt such a precious treasure should be entirely taken back for its master to be redeemed.

Even Li Quan and Seth Lim received a cup each, their expressions excited, drinking cautiously.

"Actually, I have companions too..."

Gary Smith, harboring the philosophy "only a fool would refuse a bargain," thought to call out to the Mouse Incarnations to have a taste, but seeing the Empress’s increasingly profound gaze, he stopped this suicidal move.

He cleared his throat and stated righteously, "Give me the Ancient Immortal’s Trunk, and I will endure the disaster."

A pose of heroic martyrdom!

The Empress stared at him intently, saying calmly, "You can, but what do I get?"

Since it was a trade, it had to be fair!

She needed the Ancient Immortal’s body to break the limitations of this world and venture deeper into the space-time of the Realm of Sickness to reclaim everything that was hers.