Dark Abyss Holy City, the Seven Holy Sons of Black Heaven's palace.
The vast, towering hall had once been ringed by powerful warriors. Killing Intent hung heavy, guards stood in endless ranks, and Supreme Sages took turns keeping watch, their imposing presence overawing the entire Endless Dark Abyss.
But now it was emptier and colder than ever before.
The hall lay deathly still, steeped in shadow.
Gone were the overlapping breaths of Dao Resonance, gone the grim presence of warriors on guard. Only a few stern-faced, feeble Saint Emperor handmaidens stood on either side, scarcely daring to breathe.
The moment he received Great Black Heaven's decree, the Seven Holy Sons of Black Heaven had swiftly dispatched the experts under his command.
He had thrown everything he had into it.
Even the Dao Sages and Supreme Sages who had spent years in Seclusion within the Forbidden Land were no exception.
Now his Imperial Palace was nearly deserted. He had to personally guard not only the Dark Abyss Holy City, but the entire stretch of the Endless Dark Abyss under his command.
This was certainly not just about completing the task his mother had given him.
He knew exactly how important the Bright Light Temple Holy Son was, and how momentous it was that the Bright Light Temple Holy Son had infiltrated the Hengwu Domain.
Capturing the Bright Light Temple Holy Son would earn him more credit than destroying all of West Mountain.
Whoever personally captured the Bright Light Temple Holy Son and dragged him before his mother would receive an unimaginable reward.
Compared with that achievement,
his past mistakes—the rescue of more than three hundred Saint Emperors, and his falling into West Mountain's ambush while joining forces with Holy Maiden Miao Yue—would count for nothing.
It was no exaggeration to say