Ancient Treasure, Tide-Calming Cloud-Swallowing Bracer

The group rode in Zhao Lingyun's palace, soaring through the air and coming to a steady stop above the Myriad Phenomena Heavenly Sect.

Look down.

Wisps of Black Mist rose from the ground, scattered here and there.

A gentle breeze wafted by, carrying a faint scent of blood.

After gazing at them for a moment, Yun Zexuan said, "There aren't many Alien Race here, and they're scattered."

"It seems they really are looking for something."

"Who cares what they're looking for?" Chu Wujiu crossed his arms and scoffed. "Anyway, just kill them all!"

"I'll go first, you can do as you please."

Before he could finish speaking, he fell straight down from the palace, plunging headfirst into the fiercest fighting below.

"Hey, hey, hey, Chu Wujiu! Don't you dare try to run ahead!"

With a whistle, a Nine-Flame Golden Crow rose from below the palace.

Yan Wujin landed on the bird's back and also rushed down, afraid of falling behind.

Chu Wujiu looked up in mid-air and burst into laughter.

"I'll just rob it, so what!"

"Let's have a contest and see who kills more Alien Race!"

Yan Wujin became interested.

"Then you can't compare to me!"

"Wow, let's give it a try!"

Seeing this, Ji Wuchen leaned down and called out.

"Don't forget the Black Mist, finish this quickly!"

After shouting, he shook his head helplessly, unsure whether the two people had heard him.

Zhao Lingyun strolled over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Why waste your breath arguing with two idiots?"

After speaking, he turned to look at Qin Wangchuan and the others.

"So, what do we do?"

Qin Wangchuan locked onto a group of Alien Race below and observed them for a moment.

These Alien Race are not considered strong; most are merely Supreme Being, and even Heavenly Venerable are rare.

Perhaps they didn't want to cause too much of a commotion, or perhaps... these were just cannon fodder sent to their deaths.

However, from somewhere in the distance, a familiar yet repulsive aura faintly emanated.

"Xuanye...?"

He withdrew his gaze and spoke calmly.

"These Alien Race are not strong. Let's fight individually and finish this quickly."

"Agreed." Yun Zexuan nodded, pointing to a wisp of Black Mist. "Leave that direction to me."

"Then I'll go this way," Ji Wuchen said.

Zhao Lingyun slowly glanced at the remaining two spots, choosing the one with the thinnest Black Mist. "I won't compete with you all; I'll just make do with this one."

Ye Lingchuan looked at the remaining spot and said, "I'll take care of this one."

As soon as they finished speaking, each of them displayed their Divine Ability and plummeted downwards.

Mo Yan stood aside, watching as the group divided the battlefield like vegetables, finishing the task in just a few words, and one by one they jumped down.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't find the words to say.

Is this the style of the Imperial Clan?

What about tactics?

What about deployment?

"Aren't they... afraid of being corrupted by the Black Mist?"

Qin Wangchuan overheard these words.

"Of course I'm afraid," he said. "That's why we need to finish this quickly."

"You can go down too."

"Then, Divine Son..."

"I'm going to find someone."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Wangchuan transformed into a streak of light and sped away into the distance.

Outside the Myriad Phenomena Heavenly Sect, there is an abandoned ancient mine.

Xuanye leaned against a jagged black rock, idly twirling a Spirit Stone he had somehow found in his hand.

This job was incredibly boring.

The item wasn't found, but a lot of manpower was lost.

"My lord!" A member of an Alien Race rushed over, "The Imperial Clan has made a move!"

Xuanye's hand, which was turning the Spirit Stone, didn't stop.

"You've moved pretty quickly." He smiled lazily. "Send a message: prepare to retreat."

This time I only brought some small fry, who couldn't even defeat the Imperial Clan's scouts.

Make a quick getaway.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than another figure tumbled and crawled in.

"My lord! Something terrible has happened—"

"A powerful figure has arrived, it seems to be... Chu Wujiu!"

Xuanye raised an eyebrow, but before he could say anything...

The Alien Race hurriedly changed their tune again.

"No, wait! It seems... there's more than one!"

"Golden Crow... a member of the Flame Clan!"

"And there's one who uses a talisman!"

Xuanye didn't listen to the rest.

If only Yan Wujin came, it would still be within expectations.

After all, this territory originally belonged to the Flame Clan.

But if Chu Wujiu also came, the situation would be completely different.

Moreover, he wasn't the only one.

Chu Wujiu, Yan Wujin, and the one who used the talisman are most likely Zhao Lingyun.

These Successor Imperial Clan are all incredibly powerful.

Why would they gather here for a small group of Alien Race?

That doesn't make sense.

Unless, someone led them to a certain place.

And there is only one person in the whole world who can bring this group of people together.

Qin Wangchuan.

But that person is currently in seclusion.

Unless...

"Have you made it out of quarantine?"

Xuanye murmured to himself.

Suddenly, as if he had just realized something, his eyes suddenly shone with a terrifying light.

"I see."

"I see--!"

No wonder the Princess has been holding back.

She had known all along that Qin Wangchuan would emerge from seclusion at this crucial juncture.

So you don't need to do anything.

Just sit and watch the show.

"Tsk tsk." Xuanye clicked his tongue in slight regret.

"But that won't do, Princess."

"My That Lord is not someone to be trifled with. In truth, even Qin Wangchuan might not be able to subdue her in a short time..."

The thought paused abruptly at this point.

"Etc."

Qing Ruoli is very strong, extremely strong.

If Lv Yingxin is the epitome of wisdom, then Qing Ruoli is the embodiment of a monster.

Even Qin Wangchuan might not be able to defeat him easily.

Unless someone helps.

What a coincidence!

There is one person in this world who also doesn't want Qing Ruoli to go back alive.

That was him, Xuanye.

Most of the previous competitors are now dead.

As long as Qing Ruoli can't go back, Xuanye can ascend to the throne.

So.

There was absolutely no need for Lv Yingxin to speak.

She didn't need to give a single instruction.

He would obediently help Qin Wangchuan Qing Ruoli the back.

The most crucial point is...

This matter had absolutely nothing to do with Lv Yingxin from beginning to end.

"Ha..."

Having figured this out, Xuanye raised his hand to cover half his face and chuckled softly.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Knowing it was a trap, I couldn't refuse."

"High."

"That's brilliant!"

After he had laughed enough, he slowly fell silent.

The eyes hidden behind her fingers gradually darkened, revealing a layer of ruthlessness.

"Princess Yingxin, since this is all out of your good intentions, how could I, Xuanye, possibly spoil your fun?"

"Then come on, Qin Wangchuan."

"Let's join forces and ensure that That Lord never returns."

Following the aura, Qin Wangchuan arrived at an open space.

Xuanye was leaning lazily against a rock, resting his chin on one hand, his posture exuding an indescribable sense of ease and comfort.

There was no ambush, and no guards.

He waited there in plain sight, as if afraid that the person coming would not see him.

"Xuanye," Qin Wangchuan approached step by step, speaking calmly, "Should I say you've become stronger or weaker?"

"I could sense your presence from miles away."

Xuanye was not surprised by what he heard, and was even too lazy to get up.

He simply raised one hand and slowly waved it in Qin Wangchuan's direction.

"Yo, Qin Wangchuan."

Let's skip the reminiscing.

"I have some suspicions about the shady dealings between you and that Princess."

"Perfect timing! I have some information here that you'll definitely find interesting."

Qin Wangchuan stopped in his tracks, but remained silent.

Xuanye didn't urge him, but continued speaking slowly and deliberately, word by word.

"About my That Lord, Qing Ruoli."

"And, the High Antiquity treasure we sought on this journey—"

"The Tide-Calming Cloud-Swallowing Bracer."

At the same time.

That wasteland where we used to eat barbecue.

A white figure landed; it was Zhou Yunyi.

Following the lingering aroma of meat, he found his way here, and looked around after landing.

There wasn't a single person, not even a hair.

"... well?"

"Didn't we say we were going to eat barbecue?"

Where are they?!

"Finished eating???"