Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.
Ancestral City.
Inside the city lord's grand hall.
Nearly three hundred Sage Constant experts crowded the hall and its surroundings. Every aura was deep as the sea; not one of them was below Late Sage Constant.
Ordinary Late Sage Constants like Yuluo of the Miluo Divine Court could only stand at the very back, their expressions grave, not daring to breathe too loudly.
Though Cang Jiulong sat in the seat of honor as city lord and had shown strength beyond an ordinary Peak Sage Constant, his expression was just as grave.
Under that crushing pressure, he could only secretly draw on the Progenitor Mark hidden within him to ease the strain.
"Still no news of Li Yun?"
"Did he really escape Ancestral City?"
Cang Jiulong's eyes turned cold. The reports arriving throughout those ten days had left him disappointed.
But someone had run out of patience.
"What's so strange about having no news?"
"You call this Ancestral City? Looks to me like a broken city with leaks on all sides. Who could it possibly keep in?"
"If Li Yun could slip out of the Illusory World Tower without anyone noticing, why would he still be trapped in this wreck of a city?"
"Enough with the act. Tell us straight—how are you going to settle this?"
"If you can't, you might as well hand over the Heavenly Scripture of Myriad Wonders. Leave it with you, and I'm afraid Li Yun will steal that one day too!"
Wa Miao, the Sage who led Sky Map Holy City and a Peak Sage Constant, mocked Cang Jiulong to his face. He had fired the opening shot in another struggle for the Heavenly Scripture of Myriad Wonders.
The other Peak Sage Constants immediately joined in.
"Exactly!"