Great Hall.
A man sat imperiously upon a throne, looking down below.
A figure in a snow-white cloak, hood drawn over his head, slowly walked in.
The man on the throne spoke in a cold voice. "Stop. Take one more step, and you'll enter your place of death."
The visitor stopped. Beneath the hood, his aged face wore an eerie smile.
"So that's the Heavenly Dao Diagram? Not bad. Not bad at all."
The man on the throne said coldly, "What did you come here for?"
"I heard your death was approaching, so I came to see you one last time."
"I hate the way you talk."
"Likewise."
The cloaked man said, "Why don't you keep calculating?"
He laughed. "Can't calculate any further, can you?"
The man on the throne was utterly cold. "If you came specifically to laugh at me, then you can get lost."
"Don't be so heartless!"
The cloaked man turned around. "Where are all those powerful subordinates of yours?"
"What exactly are you trying to say?"
The cloaked man said, "It's normal that you can't calculate anymore."
Through gritted teeth, he said, "Hun Tiangang would rather seal his divine consciousness than let you pursue your ambitions. Don't you hate him for it?"
"You don't honestly think I'd go provoke that man because of a few taunts from you, do you?"
"Of course not. But... by sealing his divine consciousness, he broke the laws of the Heavenly Dao Diagram and shattered the balance. You can't calculate anymore. The more you calculate, the more despairing you become; the more you calculate, the more heartbroken you become. After all that calculation, you discovered that the most important Natal Palace had been occupied by some wild brat who came from God knows where. Heh heh heh. You want to capture