Hidden Assassination

Within a ruined imperial palace, the demonic army was running rampant.

The princesses and princes of old had all been reduced to playthings.

Their miserable wails and hoarse roars made it seem like hell itself.

Such scenes were commonplace in the Righteous-Demonic War.

Second-rate Immortal Dynasties could still survive, but the Third-rate Immortal Dynasties were in far more miserable straits.

No one knew how many bleached bones lay buried beneath the Imperial City.

Yet amid this chaos,

a middle-aged Mystic stood in the palace of old, drawing in a deep breath with an expression of pure enjoyment.

"Excellent."

The corners of Yuan Xuanming's lips rose slightly.

Having cultivated the Azure Dragon Nine Transformations, he could be both a Dragon Supporter and a Dragon Slayer.

Before the Demonic Cultivators had stormed into the imperial palace, he had already slain the Holy Emperor of this Third-rate Immortal Dynasty.

Though he could not complete one transformation, he could still obtain considerable nourishment from the Great Dao.

"Profound Heaven Primordial Spirit."

A blazing light bloomed in Yuan Xuanming's eyes.

After decades of accumulation and traveling through the four provinces, he finally had absolute confidence in condensing a Profound Heaven Primordial Spirit.

The Spirit Severing Realm was a contest of Primordial Spirits.

The higher the grade of one's Primordial Spirit, the greater one's strength naturally became.

His ambitions were immense. He did not merely seek a Pure Yang Primordial Spirit; he was aiming for the strongest Profound Heaven Primordial Spirit.

Only then

would he have a greater chance of attaining the True Lord Dao in the future.

In a few days, I'll settle that karmic debt.

What he had in mind was Great Yu.

Though he had served as Great Yu's National Preceptor for several centuries, he held no attachment to Great Yu whatsoever.

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