Ning Jun shook his head bitterly. "Brother Yun, if you came to Yantian Palace with important matters to handle, you should settle those first."
"I still have 180 years left of my 200-year duty rotation. I won't be able to meet with you again anytime soon."
Then a voice transmission entered your ears. "Fortunately, Brother Yun, you weren't planning to participate in the Supreme War. Otherwise..."
The voice transmission abruptly cut off.
You saw Ning Jun's expression suddenly change. Instinctively, you extended your spiritual power and discovered dense violet-gold seals throughout his body, restricting his actions and monitoring his emotions.
They were similar to the lie-detecting formations in the Azure Domain. Once he experienced the corresponding emotions, he would be punished.
His earlier voice transmission had triggered the seal, injuring him internally. Moreover, it had directly damaged his Life Origin. Even on his own, he would need at least fifty years to fully recover.
You frowned.
Something was wrong. This was truly wrong!
Had Ning Jun not suffered the seal's backlash, you might have thought that he was simply undergoing the God of Tianwu's tempering—that he was being made to obediently serve as a gatekeeper for two hundred years, to polish away his loose nature before receiving careful cultivation.
Or perhaps he had simply been recruited as a gatekeeper. After all, even as a gatekeeper of an immortal-level force, his treatment would be better than before.
But this was clearly excessive.
Without hesitation, you stepped forward. As your palm landed on him, origin power surged into his body, violently invading every corner within him.
"What did I just say?"
"Flavor Nantong."
That seal was extremely restrictive and came with its own password. You could not be bothered to activate Dao Principles Vision and crack it bit by bit, so you