What Constitution?

The Lord of Calamity was truly ugly.

Her every frown and smile—

Was nauseating.

Yet things seemed to unfold exactly as she had expected. The speed at which the golden light transformed soon stalled.

Xiao Chen's speed of comprehending the Dao slowed.

He had fallen into a bottleneck.

"It's stuck again. The Path of Calamity is truly difficult to handle. I've known the kid Xiao Chen for so long, yet this is the first time I've seen him encounter a bottleneck." Qiongqi sighed.

Xiao Chen's comprehension was monstrously outstanding, unlike anything Qiongqi had ever seen in his life.

Even Xiao Chen had been stumped. That showed just how difficult the Power of Misfortune was to comprehend.

"Nonsense. That is a Great Dao connected to fate, profound and unfathomable. For Young Master to comprehend this much is already heaven-defying. What more do you want? A thousand years isn't long!"

"How are things outside?"

"The Divine Treasure has emerged, and the Blue Moon Clan has invaded. Young Master's second homeland has been slaughtered."

Qiongqi's pupils contracted. "The invaders this time are actually the Blue Moon Clan?"

Qiongqi came from ancient times and had lived for endless years, possessing vast knowledge.

The Blue Moon Clan.

Qiongqi had never dealt with them, but had once seen them mentioned in an ancient book with a moldy, yellowed cover.

According to the book, they were an Ancient Clan far superior to the Human Race.

They were born able to control the power of the moon, and their strength was astonishing.

Several hundred thousand years ago, they had invaded a civilization far stronger than the Human Race for the sake of a Divine Treasure, committing boundless slaughter there.

That land of mountains and rivers had become an asura battlefield, with blood flowing into rivers and corpses piled