Half a month passed in the snap of a finger.
The vast sea of stars remained calm, but storm clouds gathered over the entire Through-Ancient Dynasty, the air so oppressive it was hard to breathe.
The aftermath of the earth-shaking battle at White Emperor Manor had yet to fade.
After more than ten days of fruitless pursuit, Saint Sect Ling Yan finally returned.
Dressed in white, he descended upon the Imperial Capital of the Through-Ancient Dynasty once more, still untouched by dust. But the chill surrounding him now cut to the bone, nearly freezing the Void for ten thousand miles.
The weight of a Saint Sect's presence bore down on the entire Imperial Capital. No one dared raise their head to look at him.
More than ten days of pursuit and interception had yielded nothing. Instead, Ling Yan had received Saint Emperor Yitian's furious rebuke and an ultimatum. His rage had long since risen to the heavens.
If he failed to bring Li Yun before Saint Emperor Yitian in White Emperor City, he would die. The thought filled him with deep despair.
He knew that even if he somehow survived, this failure would cost him Saint Emperor Yitian's trust for good.
Unless he captured Li Yun, he would spend the rest of his life in humiliation.
"Everyone, assemble in the Imperial Capital's main hall at once!"
A cold divine sense swept across the Imperial Capital, delivering a command no one dared defy.
The surviving Saint Emperors of the Through-Ancient Dynasty, Great Black Heaven, and the Blood God Cult rushed to assemble without the slightest delay.
Half a month ago, twenty-eight Saint Emperors had surrounded Li Yun. Thirteen had fallen in that battle. The fifteen who remained were all wounded, their auras feeble and their hearts still shadowed by fear they