"Holy Lord, we've just received word—the Three Sacred Lands have been destroyed, and the corpses of all three Sacred Lords have been hung from the city walls."
"This news has already spread throughout Ascension Continent. Countless factions and powerful cultivators are demanding an explanation from us."
At that moment, a shadow emerged from the darkness and slowly approached Yun Wangtian, speaking respectfully.
Yun Wangtian merely raised an eyebrow, utterly unconcerned.
"They want an explanation from me? Come, let's go take a look."
With a flick of his sleeve, Yun Wangtian turned and left. Demanding an explanation from him? What a joke.
Since that was the case, he would give them this so-called explanation.
Time passed swiftly. In the blink of an eye, the night faded, and sunlight once again blanketed the earth.
Inside the bridal chamber, Dugu Feng looked at the breathtaking beauty beside him and sighed. So this was all there was to it.
Xiyue had been plagued by terrible misfortune. Before, that misfortune had been impossible to suppress, causing it to manifest outwardly; the birthmarks, scars, and such on her face had all been the result of that misfortune taking shape.
Now that all the misfortune surrounding her had been suppressed by his own fortune, she naturally regained her original appearance.
Life... was just like this.
Sigh...
The sun and moon turned, mountains and rivers stretched vast and far, and time trickled onward.
In the blink of an eye, three thousand years passed in haste.
"Fuck, Ye Lin, where the hell are you? What kind of skill is it to keep hiding like this?"
In the Western Demon Domain, within a pitch-black starry sky, Li Changsheng stood atop a star and cursed furiously. At this moment, no matter how good his temper or how refined his self-control, he