The Capture

A Seventh Level Golden Immortal was a world-level existence, living as long as heaven and earth, resting only when the sun and moon did, and roaming alongside the world's origin.

At that level, one could almost represent the entire world, so the chances of being deceived were naturally few and far between.

But Venerable Jue Tianxian was a native Golden Immortal, while Wu Ming was an outsider. In the Yellow Court World, with his authority, Venerable Jue Tianxian would have had no chance to pull any tricks. But in the Great Zhou World, as long as Venerable Jue Tianxian was willing to pay the price, there was still a chance he could pull this off.

Only, to deceive heaven and cross the sea, one had to do it in secret.

For someone like Wu Ming, who had long been prejudiced against him, seeing through the mist took no more than a thought.

"This is... dragon qi? Imperial Qi? It seems to be something from the previous dynasty. Is he igniting it all at once, like a Heavenly Demon's Disintegration?"

After examining it closely, the cold smile at the corner of Wu Ming's mouth widened.

Great Zhou's fortune had waned, and there was no turning it around. No matter how much dragon qi was sent to the Young Emperor, in the end, he would only burn it all up like kindling catching fire, leaving nothing behind.

Venerable Jue Tianxian was doing this not to support Great Zhou, but simply to make trouble for Wu Zhi.

With such a powerful ally, if Wu Zhi truly grew impatient to unify the realm and launched the Northern Expedition, she really might suffer a crushing defeat through an attack from within and without.

"Did you discover something, husband?"

Wu Zhi blinked, showing a rare, girlish