After a great catastrophe struck the Green Hill Royal Domain, the entire royal domain had been utterly destroyed. For ten thousand miles around, the land was scarred beyond recognition.
Inside and outside the royal domain, corpses lay strewn everywhere. Blood had stained every inch of earth red, leaving behind boundless desolation.
The cold wind rose, sweeping bloodstained dust and sand into the air, shrouding the heavens in haze.
At that moment, demonic energy surged through the void. A majestic and domineering figure stepped out of thin air. Seeing the miserable scene below, his expression changed sharply.
How had this happened!
Xuan Jiuyou's heart churned with stormy waves. Today was Ning Chen's wedding day. It should not have looked like this.
His divine sense swept across the area, and Xuan Jiuyou sensed the flickering life flame of his disciple, so faint it was almost undetectable. He took one step and shot straight down.
"Ning Chen!"
Beside the demonic sword lay a blood-soaked figure. His life flame was now exceedingly weak. Facing a powerful enemy at the peak of the War King level, he had burned half his blood essence to unleash the Soaring Swan Art to its fullest, erupting with ten times its normal power. Then, while grievously wounded, he had forcibly activated Imperial Dao Law far beyond what his body could bear. Even with the Immortal Divine Tree's origin protecting him, the body of Ning Chen could no longer endure.
"Hah!"
With a low cry, Xuan Jiuyou drew upon the Imperial Dao's ultimate essence around him, pouring an incomparably vast stream of origin power into the other's body.
A moment later, Xuan Jiuyou withdrew his hand. Taking the still-unconscious Ning Chen with him, he was about to leave.
"Jiuyou!"
Just then, a primordial aura spread through the void. The Eight