Inside the vast, deathly silent Main Hall.
All the Lord Sage confidants had withdrawn, leaving Gu Deshou alone on the throne in the enormous hall.
The open, magnanimous bearing he had displayed moments ago had vanished without a trace.
In its place lay a bone-deep gloom and murderous intent.
"Someone."
At his quiet call, a ripple swiftly appeared in the hall.
A figure shrouded head to toe in black robes, his aura completely concealed, appeared silently inside.
"Dark Soul pays his respects to his master."
Gu Deshou's gaze was cold. His voice was low, yet brimming with murderous intent.
"Contact Black Heaven at once."
"Tell him to keep Fang Tianhe under constant watch."
"Once Fang Tianhe returns to Earth Luo Star, act immediately. Bring me every Cultivation Technique and Saint Art on him, intact."
"And find out... where Fang Tianhe got the Blood God Art. I suspect he didn't obtain that information about the Blood God Cult himself. Someone else must be behind him, or... perhaps he's colluding with the Blood God Cult's followers."
Dark Soul was one of the deathsworn guards Gu Deshou had secretly raised. Compared to the so-called confidants who had stood in the hall earlier, he was a true confidant.
His task was to handle Gu Deshou's dirty work from the shadows.
After so long, he naturally knew what Gu Deshou wanted.
He asked nothing further, simply accepted the order, then vanished. Soon, he had left without a sound.
Silence returned to the hall.
Gu Deshou sat on his throne, his expression shifting between light and dark as cold mockery curled his lips.
"Fang Tianhe, Fang Tianhe..."
"You dare demand a Saint King Cultivation Technique from me? As if you deserve one. Heh..."
Meanwhile.
In the boundless Starry Sky.
Fang Tianhe's starry robe fluttered gently