Lingyuan?!
When Emperor Sichen heard Daoist Lord Xuanming speak Jiang Sheng's Daoist title, he could not help but lapse into a momentary daze.
Lingyuan, Lingyuan, Penglai Lingyuan!
Emperor Sichen had an incomparably deep impression of that name!
The reason Star Sovereign Sacred Sect's many schemes in Shanhe World had failed back then was largely because of this Penglai Lingyuan!
And now, hearing that name again from Daoist Lord Xuanming, Emperor Sichen felt an inexplicable sense of foreboding. "Lingyuan? That junior from your Penglai?"
Daoist Lord Xuanming smiled faintly, casually twirling the Bright Silver Wandering Dragon Sword in his hand. "Yanxing, do you really think we had to pry an answer from your mouth?"
"Let me tell you, we never cared about your so-called answer. Yanxing, you think too highly of yourself!"
Before his words had faded, the Bright Silver Wandering Dragon Sword flicked lightly. Amid a resounding dragon's roar, formless laws empowered the blade, condensing into a layer of Pure Yang sword radiance as transparent and immaculate as the heavenly firmament.
"Just as you said, even if you did not tell us, we already knew."
"We only played with you for a while to make things easier for the juniors."
"Still, I am rather curious. You painstakingly climbed to Pure Yang at any cost, then came all the way to Jiuzhou World for revenge. In the end, you accomplished nothing and even had to stake your entire fortune and life. What exactly were you after?"
Daoist Lord Xuanming feigned confusion, but a few words were enough to drive Emperor Sichen nearly mad with rage.
Lies did not wound; the truth cut deepest.
Emperor Sichen was now exactly as Daoist Lord Xuanming had described: he had painstakingly ascended to Pure Yang and gone to every length to reach Jiuzhou World, only