"A Spirit Wheel Realm youth?"
After learning the news Fu Donghua had sent, Gu Ziming was shocked, and an odd gleam flickered in his eyes.
Ni Shuang, Shangguan Jie, and Cheng Tiankun were all equally astonished.
"Wei Hong is an executive of Nine Stars Sword Mountain, a Profound Illumination Realm Emperor. How could he have been captured in a single strike?"
"There is something seriously wrong with this kid!"
"Even an old generation figure like Fu Donghua cannot see through that youth's true depth. He really is strange."
...The crowd discussed animatedly.
But then Gu Ziming swept his gaze across everyone in the hall. A smile touched his lips as he said leisurely,
"I have a feeling that this boy... may be the person we have been waiting for all along!"
The hall abruptly fell silent.
Everyone was shaken to the core.
Gu Ziming rose to his full height, his eyes blazing. "It is time to act."
The Burial Dao Nether Soil, an ancient relic that had endured since primordial times, was in truth an immensely vast world of land.
In this world, day and night only alternated every seven days.
Daytime was very brief, lasting only one day. During that time, the Burial Dao Nether Soil was at its safest, and few dangerous, bizarre occurrences took place.
But when night descended, it lasted for seven full days.
During those seven days, all manner of perilous and unpredictable events unfolded throughout the various regions of the Burial Dao Nether Soil.
Ancient Heroic Souls buried deep underground would suddenly burst into the open.
Strange and terrifying evil spirits would emerge in droves.
All kinds of calamitous powers could also erupt without warning, easily claiming the lives of Emperors.
And now, it was night in the Burial Dao Nether Soil.
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