Yun Shan stared at the spot where Protector Wu's black mist had dispersed, his expression dark as he remained silent for a long time.
He had originally made other arrangements for a Sixth-grade Alchemist as powerful as Gu He.
But he had never expected the faction behind Protector Wu to develop other designs on Gu He...
"Is it because of that so-called inheritance?"
He murmured under his breath, his voice low and hoarse.
Recalling Protector Wu's sinister tone when he mentioned a "message from the hall," Yun Shan could not help feeling a chill rise within him.
Even the Hall of Souls is interested?
He was not entirely ignorant of that terrifying organization, entrenched in the Central Plains with influence spanning the continent.
Tasked with collecting souls, it employed vicious, ruthless methods. Even a Dou Huang expert was nothing more than an ant that could supply a soul before it.
Meanwhile, in the Misty Cloud Sect Master's bedchamber.
Yun Yun sat upright before her dressing table, her plain dress flowing softly, her dark hair cascading like a waterfall.
She gazed at the graceful, breathtaking face in the bronze mirror, yet a trace of indescribable weariness flickered in her eyes.
"Peak Dou Emperor..."
She whispered to herself as a wisp of green Dou Qi circulated in her palm, faintly emitting a whistling sound.
Though she had suffered severe injuries during the battle in the Magical Beast Mountain Range, misfortune had turned into a blessing. Between life and death, she had touched the threshold of a higher realm.
And with the Seventh-Grade Wind-Nurturing Pill Xiao Lin had given her...
In just a few short months, her cultivation had leaped from Eight-Star Dou Emperor to Peak Dou Emperor!
She had even...
Begun to touch the shackles barring her way.
Dou Zong!
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