The imperial palace lay shrouded in darkness. Guards carrying lanterns patrolled in silence, and the night wind blew without a hint of clamor. The faint disturbance from earlier seemed never to have happened—or perhaps it was merely a rat causing a stir in some hall, nothing worth mentioning.
In the Imperial Study, The Current Emperor Xiao Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at Li Chongkang, Lu Siquan, and the others. He said calmly,
"Take this Buddha Lamp with you."
"Hm?" Heads lifted, and pairs of eyes turned toward him, filled with confusion and astonishment.
Flames surged and pierced through the Forbidden Magic Great Formation, burning the heart of the official residence. Having landed his strike, Meng Qi did not linger for even a moment. He immediately plunged into the sea of clouds and sped away.
Even if he had not killed every target this time, there would be another chance, and another after that. But if he got entangled and lost the advantage of coming and going like the wind, of choosing his targets at random, things would become much more troublesome.
As he roamed Azure Nether, preparing to move on to the next place, he suddenly felt a stirring in his heart and turned to look toward the Capital City.
"Did Li Chongkang and the others succeed?" Meng Qi wondered.
As the Creation God, who held almost all the current circumstances and information in his grasp, he could not peer into the exact nature of the variable. But whenever it moved and stirred the tributaries elsewhere, he could sense it at once. Thus, he had already felt the variable leave the imperial palace and arrive somewhere in the Capital City.
It seemed that his campaign across the realm, striking here and there like a