"Dead?" Xu Zimo asked curiously.
"How did he die?"
"No one knew. Purple Cloud Holy Land only said he was dead; as for how he died, there was no way to find out.
"Without that peerless talent, Purple Cloud Holy Land became a phoenix fallen into the water.
"Its former glory faded away. Several Major Powers in the surrounding area joined forces to seize all its treasures, and they even nearly wiped out the sect."
Si Zu replied, "From then on, Purple Cloud Holy Land sealed its mountain gates and stopped emerging. It was gradually forgotten by the world."
"You remember it quite clearly," Xu Zimo said.
"To be honest, I was the one who tried to recruit that peerless talent back then," Si Zu said with a bitter smile.
Back then, was he not proud and arrogant as well? As a member of the Devil Race, he ruled the entire Niemo Domain.
It could be said that countless people wished to join the Devil Race.
It had been a matter as secure as nails driven into wood, yet he had never expected to be rejected.
"What was that peerless talent called?" Xu Zimo asked again.
"He Feiyang," Si Zu said, enunciating each word.
"Who would have thought that after so many years, Purple Cloud Holy Land had long since been forgotten, to the point that no one even paid attention to it.
"Yet they had quietly emerged and even established Tianfeng City."
"Then tell me, why did they build Tianfeng City?" Xu Zimo lightly tapped the table with his fingers as he pondered and asked.
"Master means that they are plotting something?" Si Zu's eyes lit up, and he immediately made the connection.
"Could it be that they, too, covet the Ancient God's inheritance?"
"I don't know about that,"