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"This battle will decide the fate of the realm. Family Head and Elder Wang, you should come along as well." The old man turned to look at the long-browed man again.

"Yes! The Underground Palace Gate has already been prepared for the ancestors. Please proceed!" the long-browed man hurriedly replied.

"Those below Yuan Jing need not go." The old man added blandly. "Take this chance to send out that batch of goods as well. We cannot break faith with others."

"This child understands!"

The three old men slowly rose to their feet, almost floating as they flew toward the wall on the right side of the pavilion.

The wall seemed illusory. The three of them passed straight through it, and outside was unexpectedly the cliff entrance where Second Qing Nu and the other person had entered earlier.

The Wei Family group followed behind them one after another. Counting carefully, there were actually as many as eight of them!

Led by the three old men, the Wei Family entered the underground palace in the same manner, soon vanishing from sight.

Outside the cliff, dusk was drawing near. Several Black Eagles circled the area, crying as they flew.

The gale grew stronger and more violent. Even a withered tree growing on the cliff was nearly bent until its waist broke, swaying without cease.

At some unknown moment, a pitch-black figure vaguely emerged upon the platform. The person wore a hood and stared toward the stone gate, a faint dark-red gleam showing in his eyes. Seen from the side, he was unmistakably Lin Xin, who should have been aboard the Yuan Dou Demon Sect's tower ship!

His figure flashed, and he too vanished instantly before the stone gate.

Within the underground palace.

A group of figures was speeding anxiously through the underground palace