The Imperial Palace.
The Imperial Palace Back Garden.
Lu Yiyi sat with her eyes closed, quietly contemplating the mysteries of the Imago.
Lu Feiming sat nearby, holding his phone.
He had muted it and was playing a little game that no longer made him watch thirty-second ads because he had paid for VIP.
It was a beautiful night.
The Imperial Palace's buildings were magnificent, imposing, and solemn, a pleasure to behold.
The imperial banquet had been delicious, too.
Xu Yuan could even pack up another portion to take away.
All Lu Feiming had to do was wait here.
Absorbed in his game, Lu Feiming suddenly sensed something. "Hm?" He jerked his head up toward the Imperial Palace.
Had he imagined it?
Or was it something else?
Just now, he had felt a little of the power in his body being drawn away.
Because of that damned Truth ritual.
Yes.
Because he had beaten down those people gathering the Power of Truth.
They had meant to erase Xu Yuan's thirty seconds and the equal-rank battle, but after Lu Feiming realized his mistake, he had killed them.
That instead brought the Dark Staircase into Creation.
In other words, he had guided this important ritual.
And both the Universe and the Ancient God had agreed to establish an entirely new combat rule—
the Dark Staircase Law.
Just now, he had felt the Dark Staircase Law draw a little power from him to sustain itself.
The place was...
the Banquet Hall in the Imperial Palace.
Xu Yuan was there.
Could something have happened?
Lu Feiming thought for a moment, then paused his game, put away his phone, and flashed to the outside of the Banquet Hall.
At that very moment,
Xu Yuan suddenly returned to the Banquet Hall.
Or rather,
to everyone else, he