Nangong Youshu?
Not many had heard that name.
But when it came to the organization he belonged to—the Heavenly Mechanism Divine Sect—even Xu Xiaoshou had heard a little about it.
"The Heavenly Mechanism Divine Sect is yours?"
Bai Zhou turned his head in shock, his heart like a bottle of every flavor overturned at once. He could not describe how he felt.
He was in the Southern Domain. He had personally experienced that absurd incident where yesterday had still been utterly ordinary, nothing happening at all, yet after waking from a drunken stupor, the land was blanketed with missionaries of the Heavenly Mechanism Divine Sect.
It truly was...
Flowers blooming everywhere! Overnight, that obscure little organization had become a colossal force capable of standing alongside the Grey Palace of the Xu Moon, the Flower-Grass Pavilion, and the like.
Its influence in the Southern Domain even left the Holy Spirit Hall eating dust.
The various factions had launched countless investigations over this, sending out their most elite intelligence agents to uncover the truth. Yet they could not even locate the Heavenly Mechanism Divine Sect's headquarters.
They did not even know whether its leader was called "Zhao Youchi," "Qian Wuzhuang," or something else entirely...
There had been no reliable information at all!
And now, with a single word from Dao Qiongchang, the Heavenly Mechanism Divine Sect was his. He even named its leader: Nangong Youshu?
I knew there couldn't possibly be some ancient Heavenly Secrets Art inheritance in the Southern Domain. How many years had the Heavenly Secrets Art even existed? So Dao Qiongchang had been behind it all... Bai Zhou felt as though he had suddenly grasped the mystery and become a genius.
"I think you have misunderstood something."
Facing the uncertain, suspicious gazes of the others, Dao Qiongchang slowly descended