At these words, Yang Lingtian's Dao heart, unshaken for countless ages, trembled violently.
A terrifying aura that could not be suppressed erupted from his body with a thunderous boom.
The Chaos Power around him instantly ran wild, transforming into streams of gray airflow visible to the naked eye that rampaged madly.
The entire Star Palace began to shake violently beneath this aura, and the galaxy across its dome fell into disarray.
At that moment, his heart felt as though an invisible hand had seized it in a savage grip.
A woman—a peerless powerhouse of unparalleled grace and beauty, capable of creating a forbidden zone like the "Ancient Land of Fallen Gods."
This clue was like a blinding bolt of lightning igniting in the darkness, instantly illuminating every layer of fog in his heart.
Yiyue, his wife, Yang Yiyue.
Although he had no direct evidence whatsoever, an incomparably strong intuition arose in his heart.
A connection born from the depths of his soul, linked by blood.
That place definitely had something to do with Yiyue. She might even be there!
This was the first—and only—such clear clue he had found in all his searching.
"Whew..."
Yang Lingtian abruptly closed his eyes, then opened them again, forcibly suppressing the rampaging Chaos Power back into his body.
The Star Palace instantly returned to calm, as though everything just now had been nothing more than an illusion.
But Tian Chenzi had seen it clearly. Deep within Yang Lingtian's dark eyes, a flame capable of burning the heavens had been kindled!
It was the flame of hope, the flame of resolve, and, more than that, the mad flame of someone willing to pay any price.
Tian Chenzi sighed inwardly. He knew he no longer needed to say anything more.
This young man would definitely go.