"Very successful."
The mysterious figure—someone with an identical appearance to Xuan Mingyu—stepped out of Taixu. He spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with golden light, casually wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and slowly straightened up. "My objective was simple. I merely wanted to see An Jing's true measure with my own eyes, probe the depths of that little Zhulong from the Dahuang Realm, confirm the condition of the first Emperor Court's Emperor Blood remains, and... verify some intelligence concerning the Sacred Ancestor."
"These core objectives have all been completed. The plan was quite successful."
Though his form was illusory, seemingly the product of some divine-soul incarnation technique, this body of Xuan Mingyu clearly possessed physical substance. It was simply unlike that of an ordinary person—not normal flesh and blood.
Compared to the "little Emperor Lord" in Xuantian Palace, this Xuan Mingyu had far dimmer, more weary eyes. Rather than a youth, he seemed like someone steeped in schemes, so calculating that he had grown sick of calculating.
His wounds rapidly drew in the surrounding aura of the Youli Nether Sea and recovered. Once his composure returned, he said, "An Jing has attained three Immortal Karmas, perhaps even four. Moreover, he cultivates both the Immortal and Martial paths through Heavenly Fate, and has even created the Ascension Path himself. He is practically a grandmaster who has united three schools into one. Even I am slightly inferior to him when it comes to creating cultivation methods. It truly makes no sense. The Heavenly Dao favors him."
"Four Immortal Karmas?"
Even Prince Zhong, whose tone had held a hint of mockery, froze upon hearing this. Faced with such news, even the most devoted troublemaker had to pause and think. "What kind of nonsensical bullshit is