"This place... was Xinyu..."
Xu Huai narrowed his eyes and looked toward Lingyun Mountain beside the Han River.
By now, after much construction, a colossal city had risen from the mountaintop of Lingyun Mountain.
Lingyun City belonged to Qinghai Road of the Holy Dynasty.
"Oh?"
The Dao Head raised his brows slightly and looked toward the skies above Lingyun City.
"The Profound Yellow Qi shrouding the entire city—is that Xinyu's National Destiny?"
Both men's eyes glowed with azure light.
They could see things ordinary people could not.
"Mhm." Xu Huai watched that Profound Yellow National Destiny for a long while before letting out a soft sigh.
"Though I hate to admit it, Zeng Shilin's bearing is in no way inferior to yours or mine."
"With only First Rank Establish Destiny, he was able to use the Dragon Vein and the convergence of two nations to forge Xinyu's National Destiny into something so solid."
"Heh." The Dao Head sneered.
"They are nothing but withered bones in a grave. Once you and I seize the remaining destiny of the Demon Race, Xinyu's National Destiny will merely be a mantis trying to stop a chariot, a mayfly shaking a tree."
As he spoke, he looked ahead.
"Beyond this Han River lies the region covered by the destiny of the Illusory lineage."
"Mhm..." A cold smile slowly curled across Xu Huai's lips.
"My First Disciple of Kaishan is there as well."
"Hehe, so this was why you chose this place as your first target?" The Dao Head raised a brow at Xu Huai.
Xu Huai cast him an indifferent glance.
"That beast bears the mark I left on him back then. Since I know he is here, naturally I have come to clean house."
"Tsk." The Dao Head folded his arms and studied Xu