The Illusion of Holding Back Was Gone; Everyone Had Brought Their Hidden Trump Cards

In the Dayan Dynasty, atop the Nine Heavens Cloud Platform, a place for discussing the Dao.

Inside the magnificent palace, ethereal mist swirled and spiritual light flowed.

The ten Prodigy took their seats, and on the jade table were displayed Spirit Fruit and precious fruits and delicacies, and the air was filled with the fragrance of Jade Nectar.

However, the atmosphere inside the hall was far from relaxed.

Heavenly Derivation Emperor sat high in the main seat with a smile on his face, but a bead of cold sweat was faintly seeping from his forehead.

Although only young Prodigy have come to this debate today, he cannot afford to offend any of the Imperial Clan behind Prodigy!

Chu Wujiu lightly tapped the jade table with his fingertips, glancing sideways at Li Xuan, a confident smile playing on his lips, "This time, my family has made it clear that we won't hold back; we'll use whatever we have. Don't think that Qin Wangchuan can have it as easily as last time."

"You mean... the Battle Intent Furnace?"

Li Xuan remained calm, picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and savored the aroma. He raised his eyes, his gaze unwavering. "The Chu Clan's Battle Intent Furnace is indeed extraordinary, but... I feel that if you don't unleash that phantom of the Heaven-Opening War Halberd, things are going to be difficult!"

"The Heaven-Opening War Halberd?" Chu Wujiu shook his head upon hearing this. "That's a true artifact used to Heaven-Opening, extremely dangerous. How could I possibly bring it?"

"Where's your Princess? Didn't she come?"

Li Xuan shook his head, "She recently broke through to a higher level; she might come, or she might not."

Chu Wujiu nodded in realization, "No wonder. Don't think you can hide it; your Sword Intent is almost soaring to the sky."

"Are you going to use Sword Seals?"

Li Xuan gently stroked the longsword in his hand, not to refute, but to nod solemnly. "Of course we should use it."

"Not only the Sword Seals, I've also prepared the Nine Luminaries World-Suppressing Sword Array."

Nine Luminaries World-Suppressing Sword Array?!

Those around them instinctively looked over.

The last time I heard of this thing was when the nine Great Emperors of the Li Clan formed an array to suppress billions of Alien Race and conquer multiple great worlds.

You brought this with you to discuss the Dao?

"The Nine Luminaries World-Suppressing Sword Array and the Battle Intent Furnace... both are invincible." Ji Wuchen's eyes flashed with an unusual light. "But I think it's impossible to defeat him with just these."

"Smack!"

Yan Wujin slammed his palm on the jade table, his red hair fluttering without wind, and blazing flames erupted around him. "You lot, you keep talking about Qin Wangchuan, do you think there's no one else in the world worth fighting besides him?"

He was the Prodigy the Yan Clan, and he came not only to discuss the Dao, but also to have a match with Qin Wangchuan.

For this reason, even a thousand-year-old Nine-Flame Golden Crow was brought along.

For these young Prodigy, this is already a game-changer.

Wang Xuance smiled sinisterly, "Brother Yan, why get angry? Some people can never escape the shadow of others." As he spoke, he glanced meaningfully at everyone present.

"Wang Xuance!"

A clear shout suddenly rang out.

Yun Zexuan slammed the teacup down on the table with a crisp "clink".

The Prodigy gentle and refined prodigy of the Yun Clan now had a slightly cold expression, and there was a faint starlight flowing around him.

"Since your Wang Clan's scheme was exposed last time, you've suffered an even worse fate than the Zhou Clan. Now you have the nerve to Yin Yang here?" Yun Zexuan sneered. "If you're so capable, don't come to this debate. I want to see who can't escape whose shadow!"

The hall fell silent instantly.

Everyone knows that the Yun Clan is skilled in Heavenly Secrets and has a close relationship with the Qin Clan, being Qin Wangchuan's maternal clan.

Yun Zexuan, as the most outstanding Prodigy of the Yun Clan in this generation, is usually gentle and mild-mannered, but at this moment he speaks frankly for the Qin Clan, which shows his attitude.

Wang Xuance's face was ashen, but he ultimately dared not utter another sound.

His sinister gaze lingered on Yun Zexuan for a moment before he finally let out a cold snort and turned his face away.

The air suddenly froze.

Zhou Yunyi stood in the corner, his palms already damp with sweat.

'Why bring up the Zhou Clan out of the blue...'

He took a half step back without making a sound, inwardly sighing, "These lunatics, weren't they supposed to be discussing the Dao?! Why have they brought all their trump cards? Are they going to fight?"

"Young Master Young Master ... no... I should say First Feather." Someone suddenly appeared behind him. Zhou Yunyi turned around and saw that it was Xiao Hanyi, whom he had met on the road.

This person also comes from Undying Aristocratic Clan.

In a regular banquet, he could sit in the head seat.

But now that the Prodigy of the Ten Great Imperial Clans have all gathered, he doesn't even have the right to sit at the table and speak, so he can only ask in secret:

"Weren't we supposed to be discussing the Dao? Why does it seem like we're about to have a fight?"

'You're asking me? How would I know? Those old men lied to me!' Zhou Yunyi thought to himself, but still replied calmly.

"Discussing the Dao, discussing the Dao, how can we discuss it without fighting?"

"Oh."

"I see, no wonder you are the Zhou Clan First Feather."

"I heard that Young Master is on good terms with that person from the Qin Clan, and it seems that's true."

Immediately, a chorus of compliments arose behind him.

Zhou Yunyi was even more puzzled now.

No, what are you guys imagining when I just made this up?

And who have I befriended?

In a corner of the palace, Zhao Lingyun, the pride of the Zhao Clan Prodigy, sat leisurely on a paper chair.

He held a copy of the Heavenly Talisman Jade Tome in his hands, and several lifelike Paper Figurine stood around him, these Paper Figurine with their own spiritual aura were diligently serving him tea and water.

"Brother Ye, are you also going to make a move?" Zhao Lingyun asked without looking up, his voice gentle and refined.

Beside him stood Ye Lingchuan, the Prodigy the Ye Clan, sword in hand. A slight smile played on his lips as he spoke, "Of course. Not just Qin Wangchuan, I want to spar with everyone, including you, Brother Zhao."

As he spoke, Ye Lingchuan glanced sideways at the lively Paper Figurine beside Zhao Lingyun and said meaningfully, "Brother Zhao, don't just talk about me. You didn't come here to watch a show with the Heavenly Talisman Jade Tome, did you?"

Zhao Lingyun chuckled, his fingertip lightly tracing the Heavenly Talisman Jade Tome, instantly sending several runes swirling in the air. "Of course, this is an excellent opportunity, isn't it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a Paper Figurine floated in front of Ye Lingchuan and respectfully offered him a cup of Spiritual Tea.

Ye Lingchuan didn't stand on ceremony, took the teacup, and drank it all in one gulp.

"I've heard that the Zhao Clan's Heavenly Talisman Jade Tome can also evolve into myriad laws." Ye Lingchuan put down his teacup, a fighting spirit rising in his eyes. "I wonder if there's anyone who has evolved into a victor in this debate?"

"Heavenly Secrets must not be revealed."

Zhao Lingyun raised his head, a strange light flashing in his eyes. "Brother Ye, you'd better tone down the aura of that 'Immortal Burial Coffin' behind you. The immortal energy is making it hard for me to open my eyes."

Behind Ye Lingchuan, the phantom of a Bronze Ancient Coffin floated, and through the slightly ajar opening of the coffin, several bronze branches meandered out.

This is one of the Sacred Relic of the Immortal Mausoleum Ye Clan, the Nine-Winding Immortal Burial Coffin.

Rumor has it that a man-made, Pseudo-Immortal Body is sealed inside.

The two exchanged a glance, and it seemed as if invisible sparks flew in the air.

The surrounding temperature seemed to drop a few degrees, attracting the attention of several nearby Prodigy.

Nine of the Ten Great Imperial Clans had already been reached, as another bell rang.

The Heavenly Road Dao Discussion officially began, and more Prodigy talents took their seats.

However, after waiting for quite a while, the person still did not appear.

Yan Wujin slammed his hand on the jade table, his red hair dancing wildly, and nine Golden Crow True Fire swirled around him, illuminating half of the hall like a furnace.

He pointed directly at the Heavenly Derivation Emperor, his voice booming like thunder:

"You old emperor! Where is Qin Wangchuan? Are you trying to deceive us with his name?!"

The shout was like a thunderclap, and three of the glass lamps hanging from the ceiling shattered instantly.

Just as the Heavenly Derivation Emperor was about to respond, the entire Nine Heavens Cloud Platform suddenly trembled violently.

Panicked shouts came from outside the palace:

"Your Majesty! The Soul Burial Abyss Soul Burial Abyss has collapsed!"

Just as everyone in the hall was filled with doubt and uncertainty, a dark crack suddenly appeared in the sky.

The Void Divine Feather tore through the void, like a sword of Heavenly Punishment slicing through the sky, each feather swirling with Chaos Aura that distorted space.

"Boom--"

The entire Nine Heavens Cloud Platform trembled violently, and the glazed tiles on the roof shattered one after another. To everyone's horror, that familiar figure descended through the shattered light of the sky.

Qin Wangchuan descended through the void, his Void Divine Feather slowly gathering behind him like clouds hanging from the sky, his black robe still stained with the unique baleful aura of the Soul Burial Abyss.

His gaze casually swept over the people in the hall, lingering briefly on a few familiar faces.

Then, with a light flick of his fingertips, he brushed his sleeves, and a few wisps of ash drifted away.

"I ran into a little trouble on the way," he said casually, his voice carrying a hint of nonchalant laziness.

A Deathly Stillness over the crowd.

All eyes were fixed on the dissipating Divine Feather behind Qin Wangchuan, and then turned to Ji Wuchen.

"That... that is...!"

"It's my Void Divine Feather..." Ji Wuchen murmured to himself as he gazed at the scene.