The survivors in the Nine Heavens all began to panic, acting much like unemployed youths. Many of them wept softly, having lost quite a few family members and close friends.
The Second Prince mobilized the guards and began the slow process of repairing the shattered Nine Heavens. Such a project was simply too massive, time-consuming, and exhausting.
The Martial Ancestor Divine Emperor asked, "You don't know about the cursed Holy Sword?"
"I know!"
"Then why did you still allow it?"
"This Emperor does not fear it."
"Your daughter was holding it, yet you just let her accept the curse like that."
"Old man, you don't understand. A curse? Heh!" Ling Yun gave a dismissive, disdainful chuckle.
What cursed Holy Sword? It was merely a sword surging with monstrous demonic energy. The sword spirit was extremely evil and would devour its master's lifespan and strength.
When all was said and done, it was the evil sword spirit's fault, and whoever held the sword would suffer a drop in fortune.
The Martial Ancestor Divine Emperor was left speechless. He was furious; no matter what he said, this fellow simply wouldn't listen!
Ling Yun stated, "They're back, so you should get to work."
The Martial Ancestor Divine Emperor knew what Ling Yun meant. The Nine Heavens had been destroyed to this extent—was he even still the Heavenly Lord?
And furthermore!
Why had the wedding procession returned? Since the threat was gone, they should have continued on to the Azure Water Star; the auspicious hour had already been delayed.
Ling Yun smiled, then raised an eyebrow slightly. He blinked at the Martial Ancestor Divine Emperor and said, "Old man, I'll help you rebuild the Nine Heavens. How many spirit stones do you plan to pay me?"
The Martial Ancestor Divine Emperor was startled. Inwardly,