In the mortal world, Great Jing continued expanding. Though the people of the Imperial Capital still felt lingering trepidation, once the Wind Tomb Territory was unified, all the shadows weighing on the people would be swept away, and Great Jing's resolve would be strengthened.
Fortunately, there was currently no one in the Wind Tomb Territory capable of resisting Great Jing.
The Sacred Court had completely collapsed, the Serpent Empress Dao Field had collapsed, the Burning Lamp Dao Field had vanished, and even the Purple Firmament Dao Field had disappeared without a trace.
Where had the Purple Firmament Dao Field gone? Zhong Shan kept speculating inwardly. If it had only been the Purple Firmament Dao Field, that would have been one thing. What Zhong Shan cared about was Zi Xun. Zi Xun had vanished without a trace, and Zhong Shan was worried--
"You don't understand! You have no idea! The Purple Firmament Dao Field has something I need!"--
Zi Xun's words from back then suddenly echoed in his ears. Thinking of Zi Xun's status in the Purple Firmament Dao Field—its Saintess? It seemed that the Saintess's position was only slightly below that of the Sect Master. Moreover, the Purple Firmament Dao Field was shrouded in strange mysteries.
The Purple Firmament Sect Master had died, yet the Purple Firmament Dao Field seemed not to have suffered any crippling damage. That day at Qingqiu, two Ancient Immortals had desperately protected the Great Immortal Cheng Baiyi. Ancient Immortals had a Grandmaster Ancestor as well? And judging from his tone at the time, his Grandmaster Ancestor could shelter the entire Purple Firmament Dao Field.
Could Zi Xun's goal lie there? Was the Purple Firmament Dao Field merely a stepping stone?
Sitting in the chair in his study, Zhong Shan rubbed his temples and suddenly called