The Old Emperor at the End of His Lifespan, a Grain of Seven-Colored Sand

The old man who had always followed Sect Master Yan abruptly raised his head at those words, a trace of horror in his eyes. After a moment, the shock gradually faded, replaced by a measure of understanding.

"Sect Master... no, Your Highness, has finally been willing to take that step."

So long as he intervened in this matter, traces would be left behind whether anyone knew about it or not. This would serve as groundwork for the future.

The old man did not dare delay. He immediately left the Northern Dipper Star Sect and headed straight for the target's location.

Starlight glittered. The radiance of a great star in the sky brightened slightly, and a beam of starlight descended from above, landing in the southeastern region of Great Yan near the border.

The old man emerged from the starlight and stood in the air, surveying the surrounding lands.

Then the old man frowned slightly and made a grasping motion. The faint, nearly imperceptible remnants of power lingering in the air were seized in his hand.

He landed on the ground and carefully savored the traces of power left behind here.

The more he sensed, the more shocked he became.

A clash had taken place here not long ago, but it had lasted an extremely short time, and very little deathly energy remained.

After a moment, the old man examined the surrounding environment. On one hand, he could not make out any changes; on the other, enormous destruction had been caused in an exceedingly short time. Yet that destruction did not appear to be the aftermath of a clash. It looked more like the work of one person.

It seemed that at least two people had acted at the time, employing entirely different fighting methods. One of them had relied on