The good news was that Ye Xintong was not dead. But he was only not dead. Though the several factions stirred up by Wei Qian's scheme did not dare lay hands on Ye Xintong, Wei Qian—or rather, Moluo's trusted men—had still infiltrated among them.
These people had fished in troubled waters. While Ye Xintong was imprisoned, they struck at him, crippling his cultivation and draining away all his life essence. Ye Xintong had now become a young old man, frail with age and on the verge of death!
You had entrusted this matter to Gu Xian, since the Sacred Demon Burning Heaven Hall was also one of Moluo's targets for revenge. He told you that he had already informed several trustworthy people within the Sacred Demon Burning Heaven Hall, and that they would cooperate with your plan to turn the tables.
Originally, after so much time had passed without any movement and none of the hooks you cast had been bitten, you had begun to suspect that Wei Qian had realized his scheme had been seen through and canceled the plan to avoid being beaten at his own game. Yet the result before you was that the power Wei Qian could command in the Three Pure Heavens had crushed the Sacred Demon Burning Heaven Hall!
But you yourself understood that this possibility was actually unlikely. No matter what, the Sacred Demon Burning Heaven Hall was a first-rate native power of the Three Pure Heavens. Moluo might have been stronger, but with the Dao Sect's suppression out in the open, his hands were still tied when he wanted to act.
As long as the Dao Sect kept him suppressed, Moluo could not cover the sky with one hand. Yet now, the internal turmoil of the Fengyin Sacred Dynasty had already ended