The Ninth Realm, the Extremity of the Dao

Xu Ying secretly raised his head and looked over. Saint Luo stood motionless before Da Ming Palace, yet the weather of Great Luo Heaven shifted between clear and overcast, dark clouds and auspicious vapors scattering and gathering from time to time. Clearly, Saint Luo's heart was far from calm.

Suddenly, the weather of Great Luo Heaven stopped changing altogether, becoming neither cloudy nor clear.

Xu Ying's heart turned cold. He isn't afraid of Qing Xuan!

That tremor just now had been intended only to make Saint Luo misunderstand—to make him believe that Qing Xuan was still alive in this world. That way, even if Saint Luo harbored ill intentions toward him, he would still have to hesitate, like a rat afraid to strike a cat.

Saint Luo had indeed misunderstood.

But Saint Luo was not afraid of Qing Xuan. There was no question of him hesitating to act.

"I heard that Daoist Brother had not died, so I became a little agitated. I apologize for startling you."

Saint Luo's voice drifted over as he said leisurely, "Xu Ying, come up and speak."

Xu Ying acknowledged him, put away his other thoughts, and cautiously walked up the steps.

Since Saint Luo was not afraid of Qing Xuan, he could only behave honestly and abandon any other schemes.

He caught sight of Lou Mingyu standing behind Saint Luo, so he walked over and stood near him as well.

Xu Ying thought for a moment before saying, "Saint Luo, I truly am not Qing Xuan's successor, nor have I ever met Qing Xuan."

Saint Luo was silent for a moment before replying unhurriedly, "There is no one left in this world who can make me afraid. Even a majestic Ancestral God would not frighten me. Over the past six or seven hundred thousand