The blood light left behind by Elder Bone-Eater's defeated flight had yet to fully dissipate beyond the shattered dome, yet an eerie silence had fallen within the Iron Throne.
The Energy Turbulence gradually subsided, leaving only wreckage strewn across the ground and a crowd still reeling from shock.
Every gaze—reverence, fear, curiosity—focused on the lone figure in green robe standing in the center.
Old Man Xuan Ji dispelled the protective clear light around him. His face was somewhat pale; maintaining his defenses against a clash of Supreme-level laws had clearly cost him greatly.
He took a deep breath, walked before Ming Xin, and solemnly cupped his hands. "Thank you for stepping in, Fellow Daoist, and resolving this great calamity."
Had Ming Xin not overwhelmingly defeated Bone-Eater, this Treasure Exchange Convention might truly have ended as Bone-Eater claimed, with no one left alive.
Ming Xin gave a slight nod in acknowledgment. His gaze shifted toward the black-robed man who had previously wished to trade intelligence for the Nirvana Origin.
At that moment, the black-robed man was trembling all over. Seeing Ming Xin look his way, he hurriedly stepped forward and bowed deeply, his voice quivering. "Th-thank you, Senior, for saving my life!
This junior is Shadow Fiend. I was blind and ignorant, and I offended you earlier..."
"Intelligence." Ming Xin cut off his declaration of loyalty, concise and direct.
Shadow Fiend shuddered. Not daring to conceal anything further, he hurriedly said, "Yes!
What this junior said before about the Void Clan's true purpose on the Ancient Sunken Continent is absolutely true!
They are not merely conducting a Summoning Ritual. That is only a smokescreen—or rather, only one part of the ritual!
Their true goal is to find and awaken an... Ancient Void Corpse sealed within the core of the ancient continent!"