Millions of miles away.
Deep within the Violet Firmament Prefecture.
Ranked alongside the Dragon Martial Prefecture as one of the Southern Region's five great overlords, the Violet Firmament Prefecture possessed equally unfathomable reserves.
Vast purple mist shrouded the place all year round, making it resemble an immortal paradise.
Yet inside one of its central bedchambers, the atmosphere was unbearably oppressive.
"No!! I won't accept this!!"
A heart-wrenching howl shattered the silence.
On a luxurious jade couch.
Chang Leyou had only just awakened from his coma, and his new body had yet to fully stabilize. After learning the final outcome of the Dragon Martial Tournament, he nearly fell apart.
His hair hung loose, and his eyes were bloodshot. He stared at the imposing figure standing by the window, his eyes threatening to bleed:
"Father!"
"You have to help me!!"
"That Ye Li... that beast! He said in front of everyone that he would do whatever he wanted to Ling'er!!"
Chang Leyou glanced at the sky outside, which had already gone completely dark. Obscene images rose uncontrollably in his mind, and his heart ached as though someone had seized it in a crushing grip:
"Tonight is their wedding night!"
"If we don't act now, Ling'er won't escape his clutches!!"
"Please! Do something now!"
"You're a Dao Lord. Surely you can descend there directly and rescue Ling'er, can't you?!"
By the window, the Violet Firmament Prefecture Lord turned to look at him:
"Rescue her?"
A flicker of disappointment crossed his eyes as he looked at his only son, who was sobbing uncontrollably.
With a casual wave, he sent an invisible blast of force across Chang Leyou's face, knocking him to the floor.
"Useless fool!"
The Violet Firmament Prefecture Lord looked down at him, scolding him in bitter disappointment:
"Look at you, blubbering like