Yi Qingwu had focused most of her attention on the Lunar Monarch, never expecting the Lunar Sect's vice leader—an ancient fossil—to be carrying a one-use Saint-grade Dao weapon: an array-breaking pearl.
It was a violet thunder pearl the size of a fist, flowing with a faint divine radiance as countless tiny lightning arcs flickered over it, crackling now and then with thunderous pops. It was exceptionally dangerous.
That clan ancestor had once slain an ancient sage of the Lunar Sect. He had crossed the starry skies with his physical body for three years, gathering vast quantities of extraterrestrial divine lightning to forge this high-grade array-breaking pearl.
It was a weapon of war capable of shaking archaic array patterns and destroying mountain-protecting grand arrays.
"My son, Duanmu Ming, died at the hands of the Eastern Saint. Your Vast Cold Palace cannot escape involvement either. Ming'er is dead—what meaning is there in my continuing to live? Let us die together..."
The Lunar Sect's vice leader gripped the Saint-grade array-breaking pearl, a savage smile spreading across his lips.
Lunar Divine Child Duanmu Ming should have been the blood descendant of Lunar Monarch Duanmu Yang. How had he become the descendant of the Lunar Monarch's deputy, the Lunar Sect's vice leader, this clansman?
It seemed they had discovered some astonishing secret...
For a time, every sect observing the battle from hidden corners of the world fell silent.
This was one hell of a revelation!
Rumors had long circulated that, because the Lunar Monarch's deputy had never had children, he had always treated the Lunar Monarch's son as his own, lavishing him with affection and giving him whatever he wanted.
Now that this incident had exposed the truth, people all said they would never again be able to look at the phrase "treating him as