With a smile, Sikong Jing slowly walked over...
"Exactly. I already said Purple Dust Pavilion was my friend, yet you insisted on not believing me."
"And besides, isn't it rather inappropriate for you to say it so openly? I was just wondering whether I should let you go, but now you already know that I am Sikong Jing—and that I am the son of the Nine Heavens Successor."
"If word gets out..."
"I'll become someone everyone in the Primordial Cosmos Great World wants to capture. That would be far too terrifying."
As his voice fell, Ling Dongyang was stunned again, then collapsed like a lump of mud.
The people of the Primordial Cosmos Great World were mad for the Nine Heavens Sword Dao...
If the son of the Nine Heavens Successor appeared openly, he would surely become the target of all arrows. He was going to be silenced. He was finished.
"Do you want to live?" Sikong Jing stopped and asked in return.
Hearing this, Ling Dongyang, limp as mud, slowly raised his head and recalled what Sikong Jing had just said...
In other words, he was planning to go to Heaven-Soaring Palace.
Swallowing hard, Ling Dongyang begged, "I'll take you to Heaven-Soaring Palace. I guarantee no one will notice. I guarantee I'll help you carry out your plan."
To stay alive, Ling Dongyang desperately searched for a lifeline...
He knew that what Sikong Jing wanted was for him to help carry out the plan and help him infiltrate Heaven-Soaring Palace.
Sikong Jing smiled faintly... Buzz!
A wisp of Nine Heavens Sword Qi flicked lightly from Sikong Jing's hand and shot straight into Ling Dongyang's Spirit Platform consciousness sea...
Wrapped within the Nine Heavens Sword Qi was also a tiny Fire Evil Spirit.
During the year he had spent rushing