Ruin Realm, Sky Wave Domain, Night Race territory.
"Old Ancestor, Chengwu met with disaster inside the Ninth-Order Secret Realm. His Soul Tablet has shattered."
Outside a courtyard, a figure stood bowed there, his expression full of grief.
Peak-Stage Eighth-Order—even to the current Night Race, that was an important combat force. If he had accumulated for a while longer, he might not have had no chance of breaking through to the Ninth-Order Supreme Realm in the future.
But now, Liao Chengwu's Soul Tablet had shattered, his body dead and his Dao dissipated.
"Chengwu is dead?" The courtyard gate opened, and a figure sat upright on a stone stool, carefully looking at a blade of grass in his palm.
This blade of grass was not a Natural Material Treasure, but because it had grown for a long time in an environment rich with Heaven and Earth Essence Qi, it had also reached the level of a second-order Spirit Herb.
A ninth-order Supreme was now seriously studying a second-order Spirit Herb like this. Even after hearing that Liao Chengwu had died and his Dao had dissipated, he did not move his gaze away from the Spirit Herb.
"I said before that there was no need to go to any secret realm. In this world now, in this Era of Great Strife, evildoers emerge in droves, and it's very easy to run into accidents. Why wouldn't you listen?"
Liao Xingfeng's gaze moved away from the Spirit Herb, and he turned his head to look at the figure at the doorway, his expression calm.
"Old Ancestor is wise. It was we who were foolish and refused to heed advice," Liao Wangjun said, lowering his head.
"Have you found out who the murderer is? In the end, he was a Creation Realm member of my Night