Three Corpses Curse Severed Dao Qiongchang's Path, One Bite Shattered Half of Ye Xiaotian's Body

Holy Firmament Hall.

In the empty hall, Dao Qiongchang was the only figure seated in the main seat, wearing a smile, composed and elegant.

Suddenly, his eyes bulged outward, instantly webbed with bloodshot veins.

The abrupt pain made even him raise a hand to clutch his forehead, letting out a muffled groan.

It took him quite a while to recover.

"Phew..."

"Finally, it's over."

Letting out a long breath, Dao Qiongchang rose from his chair.

The surroundings were utterly silent. Even Xiao Qi was gone now. Only the creaking of the chair as he pushed it aside echoed faintly through the hall.

Dao Qiongchang leaned over the silver table with both hands pressed against it, his gaze somewhat unfocused, as though lost in thought.

Soon, he gave a wistful smile and began sorting through the chaotic pile of materials Xiao Qi had left on the table.

Stack after stack of papers, bundle after bundle of jade slips...

After swiftly separating them into categories, he placed them one by one into a spatial ring, intending to tuck it into his sleeve.

After some thought, Dao Qiongchang set the spatial ring back onto the table.

He turned sideways, straightened the main seat, and pushed it beneath the table.

Then he retreated to one side, raised his eyes, and stared slightly absentmindedly at the Holy Firmament Hall that had accompanied him for nearly forty years.

The silver table looked as good as new, gleaming brightly.

The chairs around it varied in size. Some were vast enough to accommodate the Heavenly Secrets Divine Envoy, while others were sized for ordinary humans.

"Jin Guang, that's good luck!"

"Fish Elder, pull in your fishing rod. You poked me..."

"That's not right. How could it explode?"

"Everyone, quiet down. Let's hear what Little Dao has to say