Although Linghuang Island was steeped in excitement, and everyone had immense faith in the Holy Emperor's display of defeating an enemy with a single strike, the Holy Emperor himself was not swayed by the crowd's jubilation.
While the others celebrated, he continued borrowing the active Human Dao power produced by their exhilarated emotions to repair the damage to his divine kingdom, while attempting to reconstruct the laws contained within it.
He knew that the unknown enemy who had attacked his divine kingdom had not been hurt at the root... No, he could not even be certain whether that fellow had been injured at all. He simply could not read that person, could not understand him in the slightest.
"Surely, he will come again..."
For some reason, he had a premonition that fellow would definitely return.
With that thought in mind, Linghuang Island gradually entered lockdown. Once the Ancient Method Cultivators' celebration ended, a terrifying and severe atmosphere slowly revealed itself.
However, the exposure of the divine kingdom's laws sent the Holy Emperor's prestige soaring to its peak. Though everyone felt constrained and inconvenienced, no one discussed it, much less stepped forward to voice dissatisfaction—then again, the Holy Emperor alone was stronger than all the other cultivators on Linghuang Island put together. No one dared oppose him.
Fortunately, in the Holy Emperor's eyes, every cultivator on the island was a cornerstone for his future attainment of the Dao, equivalent to sacrificial livestock offered to Heaven. They could not be casually killed, so no one vanished soundlessly into the dark.
Gradually, everyone grew accustomed to it. At first, the Lian siblings, who knew there was something wrong with Wang Qi's identity, had worried for several days, but they soon adapted as well.
Even the Ghostly Mist was gradually restored, and the black