"Do you believe me now?"
Li Yun's gaze swept over Saint Emperor Yun Zheng, whose expression had changed drastically and whose thoughts were in turmoil. His voice remained calm.
But before Saint Emperor Yun Zheng could answer, Li Yun's figure suddenly flickered.
Whoosh!
A ripple flashed through the void and vanished.
In the space of an instant, Li Yun's figure dissolved into the starry expanse around Desolate Cliff. He disappeared without a trace, leaving behind neither the faintest aura nor the slightest disturbance.
He came and went like the wind, leaving no shadow or trace, unfathomable and mysterious.
Saint Emperor Yun Zheng stood alone on the cliff, frozen in place, a chill running through his entire body.
At that moment, every word Li Yun had said echoed through his mind.
"They began plotting three or four years ago..."
"It was interrupted because of Chen Qingshi..."
"It's revenge against Chen Qingshi, and a continuation of that plot..."
Each phrase sent towering waves crashing through Saint Emperor Yun Zheng's heart.
The more he thought about it, the more shocking and terrifying it seemed.
If everything was as Li Yun had said, only half a month remained before Great Black Heaven and the Blood God Cult launched their surprise assault.
A matter of this magnitude was no longer as simple as whether a mere Saint Emperor like him believed it.
If he had never heard such news, that would be one thing. Now that he had, he had to report it to Minglun Mountain's higher-ups at once, whether it was true or not.
With that thought, how could he dare hesitate?
The next instant, he shot forward, tearing through the heavens.
He retraced his route and headed straight for Minglun Mountain.
Perhaps because of Li Yun's words, he felt as though countless great