This face—he would never forget it even after ten thousand years of death. The target the nine of them had joined forces to betray back then had been Zhao Qi's master. Zhao Qi himself had also fallen to their joint ambush, his corpse discarded at the border of the Emperor Tomb. In theory, without the permission of their nine clans, it had been absolutely impossible for Zhao Qi to leave the Emperor Tomb.
As one of the nine clans guarding the Emperor Tomb, the Myriad Dharma Pavilion Master understood the Emperor's Tomb Restriction better than anyone.
A restriction stained with the aura of the Immortal Emperor Realm was simply not something ordinary Immortal Cultivators could break open. Yet Zhao Qi had now appeared before him, which meant the seal arranged by their nine clans had failed.
It's over!
A thought surged into the Myriad Dharma Pavilion Master's mind. Fragments of old memories rose one after another—the scene of the nine of them wielding Immortal Artifacts and joining forces against Zhao Qi. During that battle, all nine had been gravely wounded, and the Myriad Dharma Pavilion Master had nearly died at Zhao Qi's hands.
If not for Zhao Qi's wounds being too severe at the final moment, he would likely have died in the Emperor Tomb already. How could there have been a Myriad Dharma Pavilion today? As though answering the Myriad Dharma Pavilion Master's thoughts, Zhao Qi's figure twisted. He took a phantom step, and the icy mist around him scattered.
He raised his right hand. A point of spiritual light gathered at his fingertip and, simple and direct, pointed toward the Myriad Dharma Pavilion Master.
At this moment, memory seemed to overlap.
That scene he had almost forgotten surfaced in his mind.
He could not evade it.
He could