After Ming Luo passed down the order to seal off the Golden Palace Great World, his expression remained grim.
Golden Palace Daoist's plea for help kept replaying in his mind.
The Flowing Light Domain. Gan Tian.
A subordinate domain that should have been forgotten. A realm lord he barely remembered.
Yet somehow, Gan Tian had become the center of a storm sweeping through the Divine Luo Domain.
What was behind it all?
As Ming Luo pondered, a figure rushed into the hall. It was the elder who guarded the Life-Soul Lamps.
"First Elder!"
"What has you so alarmed?" Ming Luo frowned slightly.
"The Golden Palace Great World... The Life-Soul Lamps of every registered Hunyuan Realm cultivator there have gone out!" The elder's voice trembled.
A chill seemed to sweep through the hall.
Ming Luo looked at him without a trace of surprise.
"I know."
His voice was so calm that it made the elder's heart seize.
"First Elder, you..."
"I received Golden Palace Daoist's plea for help. I guessed as much then." Ming Luo cut him off and rose from his chair.
"If they could kill the Taishang elder stationed there, wiping out the Golden Palace Great World's top fighters was only a matter of time."
Even so, now that his suspicion had been confirmed, rage surged uncontrollably within Ming Luo.
This was more than a provocation.
It was a slap in the face of the Divine Luo Domain—and a vicious one.
"Good. Very good..." Ming Luo muttered, the coldness in his eyes almost tangible.
One mere traitor could never have done this alone.
Some power had to be backing Gan Tian.
"Attend me," Ming Luo called through the hall.
"Pass on my Imperial Edict. Summon Elder Xuan He."
A short while later, an old man in dark Daoist robes