Star Palace.
Inside a spacious metal chamber within the golden-white disk, two figures stood side by side, a man and a woman, both wearing expressions of keen interest.
The man and woman both possessed immensely powerful auras, and their features were exquisitely beautiful, utterly unlike anything born of nature. Instead, they carried a distinct air of craftsmanship. Yet there was no doubt that both held the rank of True Lords. Rings of starlight rippled behind their heads, converging into two star charts.
"Is this the Heretical True Lord from the Xuanling Realm?"
The man spoke first. The star chart behind his head depicted a mottled tiger with fire burning at its tail—the Tail Fire Tiger Star Lord under the Azure Dragon Constellation of the Star Palace.
In contrast, the star chart behind the woman was the Room Sun Rabbit.
She gave a soft laugh, her fair face like fine mutton-fat jade, breathtakingly beautiful. "He is a native in the end. I can sense the astonishment in his heart."
Before them was an inscribed formation. Its Dharma light now emerged, forming a screen that reflected Lu Yang's figure. He was looking around in every direction, his face full of wonder, which only deepened their disdain. "A heretic is a heretic—a pack of ignorant country bumpkins."
"Enough. Don't waste words on this native."
The woman looked impatient. "I say there's no need to take him to the mother planet. He'll only pollute the Spiritual Qi there. We can complete the mission right here."
"That won't do."
The man shook his head. "We still have to go to the mother planet. Don't forget, what we brought this time are main-battle Dao soldiers. There are no research facilities at all."
"That's true enough."
The woman's red lips curled into a cruel arc. "But in