After Ming Luo passed down the order to seal off the area around the Golden Watchtower Great World, his aura remained grim.
Golden Palace Daoist's plea for help kept replaying in his mind.
The Flowing Light Domain. Gantian.
A subordinate domain that should have been forgotten in some corner, and a realm lord he barely remembered.
Yet now, in a way he could not comprehend at all, they had become the center of the storm sweeping through the Divine Asura Domain.
What exactly lay behind this?
While Ming Luo was deep in thought, a figure rushed into the hall. It was the elder responsible for watching over the Life-Soul Lamps.
"Grand Elder!"
"Why are you so alarmed?" Ming Luo frowned slightly.
"The Golden Watchtower Great World... the Life-Soul Lamps of every registered Hunyuan Realm cultivator in the Golden Watchtower Great World have gone out!" The elder's voice trembled.
At those words, a cold wind seemed to sweep through the hall.
Ming Luo looked at the elder, but there was no surprise on his face.
"Understood."
His voice was calm—so calm that it sent a shudder through the elder's heart.
"Grand Elder, you..."
"I received Golden Palace Daoist's plea for help. I had already guessed as much then." Ming Luo cut him off and rose from his chair.
"If the enemy could kill the supreme elder stationed there, wiping out all the Golden Watchtower Great World's top combatants was only a matter of time."
Even so, now that his suspicions had been fully confirmed, the fury in Ming Luo's heart rose beyond his control.
This was no mere provocation.
This was a slap across the Divine Asura Domain's face—a vicious one.
"Good. Very good..." Ming Luo murmured, the chill in his eyes almost condensing into something tangible.
This was definitely not