Your Turn Ends, Mine Begins

Time flew. A month passed in the blink of an eye.

In the Southern Mountains stood Vermilion Bird City, a famous ancient city whose history reached back to before the time of Demon Emperor Xue Yueqing.

Everyone had come because they heard that a young man from the Primordial Royal Clans named Zi Tiandu had arrived to throw his weight around.

Jiang Ming had naturally brought the others to take a look. He remembered the original story: Ye Fan had beaten this swaggering young man to death.

Vermilion Bird City had a Bright Moon Palace suspended in the sky. A Grotto-Heaven artifact in its own right, it contained a small world. Because of it, people near Vermilion Bird City could sometimes see two moons—an extraordinary sight.

Bright Moon Palace had once received only those at the Half-Step Great Ability level or above. Its standards were exceedingly high.

In ancient times, only Dao-Severing Kings and Ancient Sages had been qualified to enter.

"Dad, what are we doing here?"

Jiang Tingting chattered like a little girl all along the way, lively and cheerful. Even her close friend Xia Jiuyou was astonished.

Jiang Ming had brought them straight here. With his Heavenly Ear, he could gather news clearly even from a thousand li away.

"Something's about to happen here. Several members of the Primordial Royal Clans have arrived. They've been scouting everywhere, strutting about and acting untamed. Looks like they want to seize territory."

Jiang Ming felt that Zi Tiandu of Divine Spirit Valley had come to the Southern Mountains with ulterior motives. He had probably set his sights on the Demon Emperor Hall's inheritance, the Demon Emperor Scripture.

It was much like a fellow named Yuangu, who had his eye on the unprotected Pang Bo and wanted to seize the Azure Emperor