After saying this, the blood-colored figure swayed in the wind, as though he might scatter at any moment.
"Father King, don't get so worked up..."
You Ruhui was somewhat worried, but Xuan Guangyun paid it no mind. He stared at An Jing, a solemnity almost like entrustment in those Mystic Eyes and Golden Pupils nearly identical to You Ruhui's. "Ming Jing, how can I not be worked up?"
"Behind the Blood Sea Demonic Sect, the Sacred Ancestor must have been pulling the strings. And those civil and military officials in the Imperial Court, long since infiltrated by Him, have no reason to resist either."
His tone gradually grew firm. "The entire Da Chen Imperial Court, the Registered Heavenly Official system, even the Emperor Blood—perhaps all of it is a mouthful of 'provisions' the Sacred Ancestor prepared for Himself."
"This is Devouring Heaven and Earth, the path of the Heavenly Demon. What the Sacred Ancestor wants, I fear, is to become a Heavenly Dao Holy Demon, seeking eternal existence for Himself alone—I am only worried whether my nephew can hold on... He is likely the vessel the Sacred Ancestor prepared for His own 'return.'"
Xuan Guangyun let out a long breath. His translucent body grew ever dimmer, yet it seemed as though a burden weighing a thousand jun had been lifted from his shoulders. "In the past, I truly despaired. This was an inescapable deadlock, and you, Ming Jing, were within it too. I had no power to resist at all."
"But now, things are different—not only because you left the Imperial Court!"
He raised his head, his gaze blazing as he looked at An Jing. "It is also because of you, An Jing. You are stronger than the Sacred Ancestor, more talented than the Sacred Ancestor—and you are Heavenly Fate!"