A swift horse galloped through the streets.
The streets were not particularly bustling, but neither were they deathly silent.
At this hour, a large city should have been ablaze with lights.
But a small town like this was already preparing to sink into darkness.
Children playing outside were called home by their parents.
Street vendors packed up their stalls.
Rumble—!!!
Before long, this remote town of tens of thousands had all perished beneath the Myriad Souls Banner.
They became wronged souls within the banner.
Some nearby mountain gods, earth gods, and Qi Practitioners came to investigate.
They too were seized by the scattered wronged souls and dragged into the banner.
The Old Emperor flicked his black robe and gently exhaled.
He operated the Myriad Souls Banner, drawing cultivation from within it.
Just then, the Old Emperor's expression suddenly changed slightly.
"..."
At this very moment.
Great Xia, within the imperial palace.
The exhausted-looking Old Emperor sitting upon the dragon throne raised his eyes.
The next instant, a figure silently appeared before him.
It was none other than Lingxu, the Shushan Sect Leader.
The Old Emperor narrowed his eyes. "Daoist Lingxu, you came without notice. Has something urgent happened?"
Lingxu said nothing and strode toward the Old Emperor.
The Old Emperor looked at him in confusion. "Daoist Lingxu..."
Lingxu clenched one hand into a fist, killing intent thick around him.
The Old Emperor instinctively leaned back, but there was nowhere left to retreat.
Boom—!!!
Lingxu suddenly threw a punch.
The Old Emperor did not move.
The force of the fist did not even brush his face, merely grazing past a strand of hair.
The Old Emperor's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.
The next moment, Lingxu withdrew his fist.
The Old Emperor gasped for breath. "Daoist, what is the meaning of this?"
Lingxu