Chapter 021: Ambush

Wang Bo leaned toward no.

If this were a world without gods, perhaps with the Dragon Emperor's strength, he could lead his army to unify the world.

But the problem was that this world had gods.

Would the Egyptian gods allow an ancient Eastern kingdom to rule the world and eradicate their faith?

No.

Admittedly, in this world, ancient Egypt had fallen, but Egypt still existed, and the faith of the Egyptian pantheon remained firmly rooted in this land.

Even now, the whole world knew of the Egyptian pantheon's existence.

They knew of Ra the sun god, Anubis the god of death, Horus, and Set.

In ancient times, there had been those who conquered Egypt—for instance, Iskandar, also known as Alexander the Great, the famed conqueror king.

He not only conquered Egypt and swept away the Persian Empire, but also marched his army to the Indus Valley, occupying three of the world's four great ancient civilizations.

Yet even such a man, after conquering Egypt, transformed himself into a pharaoh and claimed to be the son of the sun god Amun.

That was probably why the Egyptian gods did not trouble Iskandar.

After all, since he called himself the son of Amun, the father god would be too embarrassed to bother his son; whoever ruled Egypt, as long as they offered faith, it was fine.

But if that man were replaced by the Dragon Emperor...

Given the Dragon Emperor's character, would he claim to be the son of Amun?

Wang Bo thought it impossible. After all, the Dragon Emperor was not only immortal and immensely powerful, but more importantly, he considered himself surpassing the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors in merit and virtue, thus styling himself the First Emperor.

Such a formidable man would certainly not allow a bunch of gods to ride on his head.

He might even directly destroy the temples of the gods.

And the Egyptian gods would not allow anyone to destroy their faith. The probability of conflict between the two exceeded seventy percent, so Wang Bo believed the Dragon Emperor's chances of unifying the world were slim.

After all, besides the Egyptian pantheon, there were other gods in this world.

For instance, God.

He probably would not allow a group of Easterners to rule over his people, or rather, enslave them. Don't forget how the Ten Plagues of Egypt came about.

Wasn't it because the pharaoh oppressed his people, so God commanded Moses to part the sea and eventually sent the ten plagues?

From this, it was clear that this Lord's temper was not very good either.

Even if the Dragon Emperor was powerful and immortal, Wang Bo still thought it unlikely that he could unify the world.

Unless the Dragon Emperor could truly be fierce enough to rival the gods and defeat them.

Otherwise, it was out of the question.

If the gods were truly angered and casually sent down a few disasters, it would not be the Dragon Emperor who suffered, but his subjects.

Because of this, Wang Bo had mixed feelings about Zi Yuan. He felt that Zi Yuan had cursed the Dragon Emperor, hindering the rise of the ancient Eastern kingdom, yet also that her curse might have saved it from disaster.

An immortal emperor ruling the country might be a blessing for the state, but not necessarily for the people.

History had also proven that feudal dynasties were not very effective.

Hela was not as sentimental as Wang Bo; she didn't even know of Zi Yuan's existence. With bright eyes, she said, "Since you know where the Spring of Immortality is, take me to see it."

Wang Bo thought for a moment and did not refuse.

Since Hela had already found this place, even without his guidance, she could find the Spring of Immortality with her strength, so Wang Bo decided to be generous.

He flew into the air, using his power to survey the entire Himalayas, and soon located the entrance to Shangri-La.

"Follow me!"

Wang Bo shot into the sky, flying toward the entrance of the cave.

Hela was not to be outdone; her figure rose like a ghost, closely following Wang Bo.

The two, one after the other, crossed most of the Himalayas in just a few minutes. Amid the flying snow, Wang Bo locked onto a cave entrance and flashed inside.

Less than a second later, Hela also rushed in.

Wang Bo strode forward along the seemingly wide cave. Before long, the view opened up, and a broad mountain platform appeared before Wang Bo and Hela.

Hela looked around and saw a giant reclining Buddha on the platform. Beside the Buddha was a pool filled with wondrous, sparkling, fluorescent spring water.

Hela's gaze was immediately drawn to the spring water in the pool. "The Spring of Immortality."

Meanwhile, Wang Bo's figure flickered and in an instant reached the edge of the platform. The platform was high on the mountain peak, as if carved out by force.

Below the mountain, Wang Bo saw lush forests, winding rivers, towering pavilions, sunlight streaming down, cranes dancing, and alpine lakes scattered among rugged rocks, blue as jade like heavenly water, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon, the energy of heaven and earth.

This was the legendary kingdom, Shangri-La.

Legend said that Shangri-La was on a floating island in the middle of a lake that flowed with fine wine, where a palace surrounded by sacred forests was built, and one had to ride a 'golden bird' to reach the island.

Now, Wang Bo finally saw this legendary city.

Indeed, as recorded, it was incredibly beautiful, with scenery breathtaking to the point of suffocation.

But at that moment, a figure suddenly appeared behind Wang Bo, wielding a sword and slashing at his head.

Wang Bo naturally noticed this, but he did not dodge—not because he couldn't, but because he couldn't be bothered.

Hela also saw it, but she didn't intervene. Just as Wang Bo couldn't be bothered to dodge, she couldn't be bothered to care. A woman who popped up from nowhere could hardly be a match for Wang Bo.

The sword cut through the air with a sharp whistle, revealing how sharp it was—capable of cutting metal and jade.

But the next second, a crisp clang was heard.

The blade snapped in the middle and flew off to one side.

At the same time, a powerful rebound force erupted from Wang Bo's body, sweeping outward. The air rolled back like a tsunami, and visible ripples spread continuously.

The woman who had ambushed Wang Bo was sent flying by the rebound force, crashing into the reclining Buddha, falling awkwardly, rolling a few times on the ground, and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

As for how many bones she broke, it was hard to say.

Wang Bo withdrew his gaze and slowly turned his head to see that his attacker was a black-haired woman in a purple dress, with ornate clothing.

This must be the witch Zi Yuan who cursed the Dragon Emperor.