At the edge of the Realm Sea, deep within the empty void.
Two gray figures flitted like ghosts through the chaotic currents of void energy, moving at incredible speed without stirring a single spatial ripple.
They were the two Dharma Origin Envoys who had just finished torturing Emperor Yin Luo and his two companions.
"Here will do."
The leading envoy stopped and surveyed his surroundings, confirming that no prying presence lurked nearby.
His companion nodded, and both took palm-sized black tokens from their robes.
Dense runes covered the tokens, each giving off faint spatial fluctuations, as though linked in some mysterious way to a distant point in space and time.
They pressed the tokens together and simultaneously poured a special power into them.
Bzz—
The tokens trembled gently, their runes lighting up one after another and weaving a complex formation in the air.
The space at the formation's center slowly distorted, finally becoming a circular screen of light as black as a mirror.
Within the screen, a blurry figure gradually took shape.
It was a man seated on a dark golden throne.
He looked to be in his thirties or forties, handsome yet sinister, his eyes closed as though he were dozing.
He wore luxurious dark purple robes, and a faint pressure radiated from him—a pressure far beyond first grade. Even across an immeasurable distance, it made the two Dharma Origin Envoys tremble slightly.
"My lord."
Both Dharma Origin Envoys bowed, their voices reverent to the utmost.
The man within the screen slowly opened his eyes.
In that instant, the surrounding chaos energy seemed to freeze. An invisible pressure passed through the screen, forcing both Dharma Origin Envoys to lower their heads.
"Speak!"
Grand Lord Fa Yuan's voice was calm, yet carried unquestionable authority.
"My lord, an unexpected development has