Ren Qiuli knew she could not outcalculate Zhuge Yixian—even if Zhuge Yixian had to focus on a far grander game, and she was merely a casual move at his side, while she had wagered the entire Heavenly Secret chessboard.
Yet this game stretched across all under heaven, landed in the Military Ruins, and stalemated at the entrance to Fallen Immortal Forest. Amid the muddled chaos of all things, a glimmer of life still existed.
What was more, Lu Shuanghe had severed Heaven's will with a sword of uttermost coldness. That tiny, faint chance could therefore be grasped by them.
Fallen Immortal Forest was certainly fraught with peril, and no one could guarantee safety within it. But neither could any clues remain there. At this stage, it was the best hiding place for the True Lords of Southern Dipper Hall.
Wu Ling had perished there unfortunately. Even when Duke of An personally searched for him, he could not find a trace.
"Fallen Immortal Forest?" Dou Zhao held the Heavenly Valiant Blade in hand, his Golden Body still unretracted as he gazed into the distance—there was an entrance to Fallen Immortal Forest in that direction, guarded by Chu Kingdom. If he remembered correctly, Wu Ling had entered Fallen Immortal Forest through that entrance, never to return.
Star God Jianglou spoke calmly. "Though Longevity Lord is not a True Dragon bound by fate and cannot bear the title of Emperor, he is still a sly loach. Killing him will not be easy."
"But now he is a turtle in a jar," Dou Zhao said.
"The Northern Dipper governs death; the Southern Dipper governs life. Southern Dipper Hall's sole chance of survival lay with Lu Shuanghe, and clearly, he has already abandoned it—" Star God Jianglou looked at Dou Zhao, a note of warning