Time flew like an arrow; years passed like a shuttle.
In the blink of an eye, the ten-thousand-year term had arrived.
On this day, Lingxiao Palace shone with countless rays of rosy light, its auspicious aura stretching in a thousand streams.
Lingxiao wore the Mysterious Gold Emperor Robe and the Sun Crown. Golden radiance flowed around him, while the Merit Golden Wheel behind his head was heavy and solid as a true wheel. His aura had grown ever more steady and unfathomable.
Xihe and Changxi stood at his left and right. The Great Firmament Perfection mana of the two women swirled around them, moonlight flowing over their bodies. At each of their waists hung a Lunar Divine Sword they had nurtured for many years. The sword tassels swayed gently, exuding a clear, cold sharpness.
"Let's go. It is time to head to Mount Buzhou for the banquet," Lingxiao said flatly, taking the two women by the hand and stepping out of Lingxiao Palace.
Whoosh!
Three streaks of light tore through the sea of golden flames around the Sun Star and sped toward the Central Lands of the Primordial World.
Not long after leaving the Sun Star's territory and reaching the edge of the Primordial Starry Sky, before they had even entered the Thirty-Three Heavens, a sudden change occurred!
"Ke ke ke ke! Lingxiao brat, I have waited bitterly for all these years. You finally dared to leave the Sun Star!"
A sinister cackle and a pitch-black, crescent-shaped spatial rift tore through the void at the same time!
The Moon-Devouring Hook carried bone-piercing chill and boundless resentment, moving with extreme speed as it stabbed straight for Lingxiao's back—this was the killing blow Moon-Malefic Star Lord had concealed for ten thousand years, a dagger hidden behind his smile, murder intent buried within