Seeing how agitated Su Muyue was, Bai Yu frowned and immediately followed after her.
As the group drew closer and closer to the plaza, Bai Yu suddenly noticed an elderly man seated beside the massive throne. He wore a white feathered robe, now tattered and ruined, with waves of ghostly qi swirling around him. A divine sword forged entirely from jade rested across his crossed legs, and his entire body exuded an aura of decay.
What shocked Bai Yu even more was the palm-sized disk embedded in the old man's chest.
The disk was thick and ancient, forged wholly from innate Chaos divine jade, radiating a deep, dim primordial divine glow.
At its center was a Yin-Yang Pearl, around which yin and yang energies endlessly circulated, forming a Taiji Yin-Yang phantom that evenly divided the disk into six fan-shaped regions. At the boundaries of those six regions, endless Dao rhythms emerged. Faint golden Sanskrit and ancient Great Dao runes intertwined, as though depicting the birth and destruction of heaven and earth, the cycle of life and death.
"That's... the Six Paths Reincarnation Disk?!"
Bai Yu stared at the old man sitting cross-legged on the ground, his pupils abruptly contracting. That boundless power of destiny and utterly terrifying pressure—what else could it be but the imperial artifact symbolizing the Fengdu Sacred Emperor?
Just as Su Muyue was about to touch the throne, the old man, who had remained silent all this time, slowly opened his eyes. The endless murkiness in them seemed to awaken at that moment. With only a slight lift of his head, he vanished from where he stood.
"Watch out!"
Bai Yu shouted. The old man had somehow already appeared before Su Muyue. Without the slightest hesitation, he threw a punch. Caught off guard, Su Muyue was sent