Moyu Jitian frowned. "The Primordial Evil Demons are at the eruption vent of the cosmic Line Source's dark chaotic power. They're highly vigilant. If two people go in..."
Before Moyu Jitian could finish, Gou Shancheng gave a cold snort. "Enough. The Lunar Raccoon Prefecture God and I will go."
Her tone was practically the same as saying, "If you're scared, just say so."
Naturally, this embarrassed Moyu Jitian, but his expression remained quite calm. Without turning to look at Lunar Raccoon Chixin, he said, "Uncle Chixin isn't very familiar with the Divine Prison. It would be more appropriate for me to go. Assistant Gou, I'll go with you."
Lunar Raccoon Chixin looked as though he wanted to speak, but stopped himself.
Divine Yang added at last, "We're only taking a look from afar. That thing won't dare make a move. It'll be fine."
"Mm." Moyu Jitian nodded.
Seeing that he had accepted the task, the others exchanged glances.
"Right off the bat, he doesn't even visit the palace—he goes straight for the three heavy blows." Kun Tianchen rolled his eyes.
The three heavy blows Divine Yang had in mind were, first, taking control of the Realm Core; second... and the third was to behead the Primordial Evil Demons. He was decisive as thunder and swift as wind, covering the sky with one hand, as though he had become the local emperor of this Divine Tomb Seat.
Kun Tianchen was displeased, but there was nothing he could do.
He reminded Kun Tianzhen, "The Junior Minister obviously sees Moyu Jitian as one of our own. Should we remind Moyu Jitian to be careful when he enters the Divine Prison, lest he gets stabbed in the back first? That bitch is damned sinister!"
"No need." Kun Tianzhen smiled with the composure of an