Domain Bulwark.
Within the Deepwalking Realm, two currents of qi surged and roamed.
Upon the high seat in the hall, a cultivator in a pale yellow robe frowned, set down the jade slip in his hand, and asked, "You Niu Hong descended to the lower realm?"
"Reporting to Grand Minister of Works, the Marshal descended some time ago..." The ox-headed saint who had come to report stammered, unable to explain clearly. Perhaps he understood it himself, but he simply could not bring himself to speak the news aloud. That was why he now looked so flustered, caught between advancing and retreating.
"Where did he go?"
"Yintian."
"He was courting disaster." The Grand Minister of Works' brow eased somewhat.
Yintian was the territory of the Ancient Emperor of Eastern Peak.
Even if arrangements had been made long ago, they could not go there openly. They truly could not bring troops, no wonder he had seen the giant warship remain still, without even the network passageways being lit.
"He fell, he fell. He truly fell. Grand Minister of Works, your foresight is godlike," the ox-headed saint hurriedly answered.
The Grand Minister of Works said in surprise, "Was he captured by Eastern Peak King City, or did an old Dao Lord from one of Yintian's great clans make a move?"
In his impression, You Niu Hong was not weak. He was also a remnant breed from the primordial wilds.
Not to mention cultivators of the same realm—even ordinary Two-Flower cultivators might not gain much advantage over him.
With the Great Dao bearing him, he could be reborn from a drop of blood. If he could not win, he could at least escape.
"Could it be a Three-Flower Lord...?"
The Grand Minister of Works thought more deeply. "Speak at once!"
Yu Tongshu tremblingly