"Whatever the case, it would be best not to provoke this innocent child. Let him go as soon as possible." Unable to make sense of it, Great Saint Hun Tuo stopped dwelling on the matter.
He solemnly advised, "The safest approach is to banish him. Activate an Emperor Weapon and send him into the void, following the funeral rites of the Ancient Great Emperors."
He had only seen some vague records in ancient texts and did not understand its true nature. He knew only that those sacrificial chants, and beings who could speak that language, must never be provoked.
Otherwise, they might unleash a calamity that would engulf the heavens.
Jiang Zhu nodded without saying much. He knew the Divine Child's origins clearly.
"By the way, I heard from the younger members of my clan that you intend to convene a Myriad Races Assembly. I'll pay a visit when the time comes." With that, Great Saint Hun Tuo rose and took his leave.
In the northern reaches of the Central Region stood a Dark City. Even the supreme powerhouses of ancient times would knit their brows and feel wary upon arriving there.
The walls of the Dark City were dark red, stained that color by blood during the relentless wars of ancient times.
Though hailed as the foremost city of the Central Region, it did not look particularly magnificent up close. Its walls, twelve zhang high, were hardly more imposing than those of an ordinary city.
Time had etched mottled marks into the walls. Hidden beneath sword scars and arrow holes, defensive array patterns glimmered dimly, silently protecting the city.
It was called the foremost city of the Central Region not because of its immense scale, but because its location was crucial.
During every Dark Turmoil, this place had