A Funny Thing

And so, amid cries of amazement, everyone boarded the ship.

Then, at Old Mo's command, the Divine Void Ship flashed away like a phantom, as though wielding the power to slice through space.

Those below the War Martial Stage could not remain on the deck for long, or they would be pierced straight through by the fierce winds.

In the blink of an eye, two days passed. They had arrived at the Long Night Imperial Capital, a journey that would ordinarily have taken the Divine Void Ship over twenty days. After another day or so, Sikong Jing saw his homeland—the Azure Dragon Small Domain.

Even from afar, he could sense the terrifying aura of the Beiheng Sword Formation.

At this moment, quite a few people stood on the deck, all looking toward the Azure Dragon Small Domain.

Elder Ge approached Old Mo and asked in a low voice, "Old Mo, this seems to be the place the Venerable mentioned—the Saint-grade sword formation formed after Su Old Devil, the Qianyuan Battle-Killing Diagram's former owner, died."

Old Mo nodded lightly. After obtaining the two corners of the Qianyuan Battle-Killing Diagram, the middle-aged Venerable had returned to War Martial City in the Eastern Plains Northern Lands.

Because Ju Dan's contribution had been immense, he had ordered the Five Elders to erase the evidence in Hua Lidian's hands. During that time, both the middle-aged Venerable and Ju Dan had mentioned Su Old Devil.

Thus, all Five Elders knew about this matter.

But they knew little of the specifics. The middle-aged Venerable could not possibly have told them much.

Just then, a second voice rang out from the deck.

"Su Old Devil was precisely a terrifying fiend of the Central Plains."

"I heard that he used the dreadful Qianyuan Battle-Killing Diagram to slaughter countless people.