"Madam... how is it?"
Deep within the Sun and Moon Divine Dynasty's palace, Prince Yan and Wu Zhao Xue were talking (ovo).
"Not bad!"
Though Wu Zhao Xue answered, her brows were slightly furrowed.
"What is it?"
Prince Yan was puzzled.
"Ming Kong has lost every move. In the future, he can only remain behind the scenes."
Wu Mingyao replied. At present, they were both multitasking.
"An inevitable outcome!"
"It's just that I never expected Feng Changjian to bring along the Great Confucian Mountain River Map he obtained back then. Unfortunately, this time he lost everything."
"Lin Xuan has given me enough surprises. That final Great River Mountain River Map was actually used in a place like this, hehe... Otherwise, perhaps he might have used it someday to command Confucian Cloud Academy."
A trace of relief entered Prince Yan's voice.
"Stop!"
Suddenly, Wu Zhao Xue's tone changed, her voice rather urgent.
"Hm? Stop? Madam, are you sure? It hasn't even been half a day..."
Prince Yan froze, somewhat unable to make head or tail of it.
"The Myriad Demon Dynasty!"
Wu Zhao Xue's voice had turned cold, and Prince Yan's expression changed drastically.
The next moment, two immense auras erupted from the depths of the palace. Prince Yan and Wu Zhao Xue shot into the heavens.
A terrifying phenomenon appeared in the sky. Mountains and great peaks emerged, an ink-black river stretched across the heavens, and the Confucian Fortune of the entire Imperial Capital began to surge, converging toward the imperial palace.
"What happened?"
"Look at the imperial palace! The Empress and Prince Yan look as though they are facing a great enemy."
Within Imperial Capital City, countless mighty figures rose into the sky from their own residences, gazing toward the imperial palace.
Suddenly, one mighty figure's pupils contracted as