Emperor Jianyuan had only just returned to Wang'an City when he heard that Chu Xisheng had frozen Huang Tian Ting with a single saber strike.
He was aboard a flying vessel drawn by twelve flood dragons, flying over Wang'an City.
Emperor Jianyuan had just finished reading the message talisman forwarded by the Martial Discourse Tower when he heard the entire city below abruptly fall silent.
Especially in the direction of Vermilion Bird Street.
That had been the noisiest place in all of Wang'an City. Hundreds of thousands of martial cultivators gathered along the thirty-li street, their shouts and discussions buzzing in an immense clamor.
Yet at that moment, the whole street fell silent section by section, until not even a crow or sparrow could be heard.
Only ten breaths later, however, an even fiercer roar erupted from that direction, its clamor rising to shake the clouds.
Emperor Jianyuan knew at once that the Martial Discourse Tower must have already leaked the news.
He did not particularly care about that. The Martial Discourse Tower was a semiofficial organization Great Ning had inherited from the previous dynasty, and the Imperial Court's control over it had always been little more than a formality.
What concerned Emperor Jianyuan more was the powerful Cold Method Chu Xisheng had displayed in this battle.
It made his already ugly expression grow even darker, ashen as iron.
-that should have belonged to him.
Had the upheaval in Ice City achieved its intended goal, he would now have not only united yin and yang, but also gained control over Wen Suyi, a High-Ranking Eternity.
Then none of the unrest or rebels in the Divine Land would have posed a problem.
Everyone would have bowed at his feet and acknowledged him as their sovereign.
Instead, Chu Xisheng had reaped the