Purple qi swirled and mist billowed within the mysterious, magnificent hall. For quite some time after the Heavenly Demon Lord departed, only Emperor Beitang Sheng sat high upon the imperial throne.
Not until Beitang Sheng struck a Bronze Bell of Blue Gold Intertwined at his side did a series of melodious, crystalline chimes ring out—yet they carried an unmistakable urgency, clearly serving as some sort of signal.
Half a quarter-hour later, two people dressed in Black Xuan Bird Long Robes, with red cinnabar marks between their brows, entered the hall step by step as though on a pilgrimage. Judging by their auras, both were exceedingly formidable experts, harboring a peculiar power unlike that of ordinary Xiantian martial artists. It seemed... it seemed they could contend with Grandmasters?
With a thunderous boom, the hall doors shut tight under an invisible force. The two men in Black Xuan Bird Long Robes did not dare raise their heads and respectfully knelt before Beitang Sheng upon the imperial throne.
"Jian San, make a trip to Ji Prefecture and inform Ninth Brother that this matter ends here. Enough is enough. He has already obtained what he wanted.
"Do not take any further action against the Demonic Path, much less continue provoking them. Otherwise, with him so far away in Ji Prefecture, even if I possessed the power to hold up the heavens, I could not save him from the hands of the Demonic Path across ten thousand li."
Having said this, Beitang Sheng seemed to recall something and bestowed another golden book, about half a sheet thick, saying,
"I know Ninth Brother has misgivings and deeply fears that Ziwei Treasure Body of unknown whereabouts, so he has taken this opportunity to alter the foundation of his cultivation.
"But the power of Ziwei is a cultivation