The instant he came into view, Meng seized the demigod, his figure already passing through layer upon layer of formations. Ignoring the forbidden-path divine patterns laid down by the Human Race Annals, he stepped into the Imperial Palace.
Everything that happened outside fell into the eyes of the few people in the Imperial Palace. At the sight of Meng, they all grew tense despite themselves.
Before such overwhelming might, capable of overturning heaven, earth, space, and time at the slightest movement, being able to remain calm was already extraordinarily difficult.
"Grand Supreme."
Seeing Meng, Shi Lan relaxed slightly. His arrival at least kept the situation from becoming the worst possible outcome.
Meng gave a slight nod, then turned his head toward the Human Race Annals. His gaze carried boundless Dao power, as though it pierced through the Human Race Annals and saw the scene within.
In an instant, divine radiance blossomed from the Human Race Annals, slowly condensing into a figure who stood facing Meng.
"Hand over the lifeform who holds this realm's Heavenly Dao imprint. I'll owe you a favor."
Meng seemed to know Wang Gu. He did not beat around the bush and directly stated his purpose.
"This is the foundation for the Lingyang human race to reclaim control of Lingyang. Your favor isn't worth that price."
Facing Meng, Wang Gu did not yield in the slightest. He gave a slight shake of his head and bluntly refused.
At that, Meng fell silent, then took a step back. "Consider it a loan. I'll return it in a hundred years."
"Give me a quota to enter the tenth rank, and I'll hand him over." Wang Gu named his condition. Who this condition was for went without saying.
"The quotas have already been decided. My Spirit Martial Hall has only