Deep within the imperial palace once more, inside a secret chamber sealed off by multiple ninth-level Soul Tool defensive barriers.
The atmosphere was utterly frozen.
On one side stood Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao, who had just committed regicide, the faint scent of blood still lingering around them.
On the other sat Crown Prince Xu Tianran in his wheelchair, his expression as calm as a deep pool.
And Kong Deming, the father of the Empire's Soul Tools, who had compromised but still bore an immensely grave expression between his brows.
The four figures represented the pinnacle of power in the Sun Moon Empire at this moment.
"Senior Ye, Senior Long," Xu Tianran was the first to break the silence.
"Since Elder Kong is here as well, why don't we discuss the details of our cooperation more thoroughly?"
Kong Deming's expression tightened slightly as his gaze swept over Ye Xishui's cloaked figure.
The bloodshed of last night had flowed seamlessly into today's negotiations, leaving an indescribable stifling pressure in his chest.
But in the end, he said nothing, merely burying that heaviness deeper in his eyes.
Ye Xishui seemed to chuckle softly. She did not take up Xu Tianran's topic of cooperation details.
Instead, in a flat tone as if stating a simple fact, she dropped a piece of news capable of unleashing a twelfth-level tsunami across the continent's Soul Master world:
"I have obtained a Divine Inheritance."
"What?!"
Kong Deming could no longer maintain his outward composure.
He abruptly raised his head, and stormy waves of disbelief erupted in his usually placid eyes.
A Divine Inheritance? Was that not the ultimate dream of every Soul Master?
It really existed?
And it had fallen into the hands of the ruthless, elusive leader of the Evil Soul Masters standing before him?
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