Eve of the Decisive Battle in Southern Continent

Great Southern Continent, Glazed Prefecture.

This prefectural city lay near the center of the twenty-seven prefectures. By all rights, even if Southern Continent were breached by demons, it should have been among the last to suffer.

Yet all three Generals Who Guard the South had remained here.

This also proved from another angle that Southern Continent no longer needed these three lords to race about and guard different places separately, preventing accidents from occurring anywhere. Instead, it needed to gather all its strength, so that when the greatest danger appeared, they could rush there at the fastest possible speed.

It was noon.

Yang Mingli and Yan Lanting were poring over tattered ancient texts. These collections recorded the ancient demon calamities of Southern Continent. Only after crossing the long river of time could they gradually trace the whereabouts of that indigo figure from those scattered fragments of text.

These ancient records alone naturally made it difficult to uncover the Southern Emperor's weakness.

And even if they found it, it might not necessarily still work against the Southern Emperor of today.

But the court had delayed its response, much less sent aid. These two old men could only resort to this last measure—a measure born of having no other choice.

Just then, Feng Xi strode in from outside, clutching two letters in her hand. "The imperial capital has replied."

Though this was clearly something they had awaited for a long time, there was no joy on the beautiful woman's face.

She gently placed one opened letter on the table. The letter bore the seal of the Immortal Office.

The two elders lifted their eyes together, swiftly scanning the words on the page. Then, without prior agreement, their brows rose.

The Immortal Office's reply was exceedingly proper.

The letter praised the current stability