An Unrivaled Bearing, the First Ripples
Yu Tunzhou looked at Thirteenth Sister and noticed that, apart from stammering, her cheeks were flushed with a faint blush that spread to her earlobes, making her look more charming than her usual simple-minded self.
He asked, puzzled, "Why are you blushing? Did the remnant soul of the Ancestral Dragon betroth you to me?"
"How did you know?" Ao Xiyu blurted out, then immediately realized her mistake and added in a horrified telepathic message, "I mean, how did you know our ancestor is still alive?!"
The girl instinctively took a step back, asking warily, "Is there an ancient Immortals and Gods standing behind you too?"
The ancestor had specifically instructed her on who among the various forces that had entered through the Dragon Gate could be relied upon and who should be rejected.
If the Dragon Race wants to establish itself in this era, it must find good allies.
But there was no Yu Tunzhou in this.
Unless he managed to deceive his ancestors, or...
Yu Tunzhou replied irritably via telepathy, "Why did the remnant soul of the Ancestral Dragon choose you out of all the dragons that went in this time? Is it because your ancestors' graves are emitting auspicious smoke, or because you're adorably stupid?"
The girl's eyes widened, and she instantly understood a key point, exclaiming incredulously:
"Yu Tunzhou, when did you ever hide from us that you had a powerful backer? No, not just powerful backers, you had the backing of God..."
In Daoist School, those who can be called Heavenly Venerables are few and far between, and those who can make even their own ancestors yield or even curry favor are probably only the top three!
This is more than just a towering tree; it's practically backed by the heavens!
Ao Xiyu couldn't help but scrutinize the person in front of her from head to toe.
Two years have passed, and the boy's features have matured. He has shed the immaturity and thinness of his youth, and his features are now clear and handsome, Highest Purity and handsome," in addition to that indescribable air of elegance...
Ao Xiyu was taken aback, only then realizing that Yu Tunzhou now possessed a more heroic and spirited demeanor.
He stood there, his expression seemingly calm, indifferent, and natural, yet his confidence was ingrained in his very bones, radiating from within, as solid as a mountain, yet carrying a certain indescribable sharpness, truly deserving of the title of heroic and imposing without anger.
This momentarily stunned Ao Xiyu.
She suddenly remembered the first time she saw Yu Tunzhou in Luofu Grotto-Heaven. At that time, she was squatting by the river, looking at the Dragon Fish in the river, when a boy carrying a fish basket walked past her with a cautious look in his eyes.
And now--
Those eyes already held a sense of looking down.
Yu Tunzhou suddenly said out of the blue, "Don't worry, you're not getting a chance to have such a good thing as a bed warmer. Don't get your hopes up too high."
Ao Xiyu snapped back to her senses, her beautiful eyes widening, a breath stuck in her chest, just as she was about to angrily speak, when a series of External Scenery auras rapidly approached the place from all directions.
The waters of the Dragon Palace shimmered, and more than a dozen rainbow lights descended one after another. In addition to the powerful Dragon Race of the Dragon Palace, there were also External Scenery from various clans who came to receive the younger generation of their clans.
They strode into the hall, their eyes eagerly searching for their own children.
"Qingzhou!"
"Young Master Zhao Household, where is my Changgeng? Why is he nowhere to be seen?"
"Haha, my precious son has returned! Excellent!"
"Where is Zhang Household Tianhe? Why isn't he here? Is there another exit point?"
"Senior Zhang, Brother Tianhe was killed by the overseas Demon Race in the final battle at Dragon Gate..."
In an instant, the hall was filled with a mixture of sorrow and joy.
An elder patted the shoulder of his son who had returned unharmed, his eyes reddening, and repeatedly said, "Good."
An elderly man clenched his fists, his hair and beard bristling, and angrily demanded to know who the murderer was.
Some women wept silently, gazing at the empty corner where their children should have stood.
This Dragon Gate Contest was incredibly rewarding for all the martial artists. Those who survived to the end saw significant improvements in both their Primordial Spirit and physical body, especially the Stele of Dao Contemplation in the third level, which directly raised their future potential. However, many martial artists also perished in the second level and the final Dragon Gate Contest.
Therefore, some are happy while others are sad.
Ironically, the Dragon Race, as the hosts, suffered the greatest casualties.
Of the dragon descendants who went to the South Sea Dragon Palace, only three returned, two of whom were Ao Xiyu and Liu Zhizhou, who were protected by Yu Tunzhou in the second trial.
This meant that even if the various External Scenery experts were furious and wanted to vent their anger on the spot, they couldn't direct it at the Dragon Race.
"Xiyu, where is your cousin Muyun? He's at the Late Divine Ability Stage..."
"And your sister Qianjing..."
The old Dragon King of the South Sea Dragon Palace strode over, his expression filled with disbelief. This was the Eternal Dragon Gate left by their ancestors; how could there have been such severe casualties?!
Upon hearing this, Ao Xiyu's expression darkened, and she whispered:
"Grandfather, we were ambushed by a combined force from overseas at the second gate of Dragon Gate. They attacked and killed the dragon descendants in the Central Plains. Brother Muyun and the others all died at the hands of the overseas Dragon Race."
"Brute!"
The South Sea Dragon King bristled, his beard and hair standing on end. He suddenly turned around and grabbed a certain Dragon Race elder by the neck, his fingers tightening, veins bulging, his expression so ferocious it looked as if he wanted to devour the elder's flesh.
"So this is the overseas Dragon Race you mentioned, who still harbors feelings of kinship towards us?!"
The latter looked bewildered and incredulous.
This scene drew the attention of various Human Race, and someone whispered meaningfully:
"Conflicts within one's own tribe are often more brutal than those between different tribes."
The rift between the Dragon Palaces of the Four Seas and the overseas Dragon Race was completely torn open at this moment.
For the various forces in the Central Plains, this was undoubtedly a welcome development.
Ao Xiyu took a deep breath, stepped forward, grabbed the old Dragon King's arm, and transmitted her voice:
"Grandfather, we have all received the bloodline inheritance of the Ancestral Dragon. Now, the Dragon Gate has been sealed again due to an ancient enemy. I only need to break through to the Dharma Aspect to sense the location of the Dragon Gate again and receive the rebirth of our ancestors."
The South Sea Dragon King shuddered, abruptly shaking off the elder in his grasp. He felt a sudden turn of events and turned back excitedly, saying:
"Really?!"
Ao Xiyu nodded and said, "Grandfather, let's go somewhere else. I have a secret order to convey to our ancestor."
The old Dragon King took a deep breath, suppressing his turbulent emotions, and said in a deep voice, "Alright! Your father will handle this place. You will come with me to the ancestral land!"
Its gaze swept over Liu Zhizhou and another clansman, then it suddenly spoke:
"You all come too."
It knew very well that if what Ao Xiyu said was true, then she would be the Dragon Race successor temporarily chosen by the ancestors, and her future status would inevitably be far above its own.
Seeing the old Dragon King about to leave in haste with three young Dragon Race, the various experts from the External Scenery sensed something amiss and inquired of their disciples:
"Within the Dragon Gate, do the Dragon Race receive any different treatment?"
"Hmm? The Dragon Gate has three trials. Starting from the third trial, all the Dragon Race disappear without a trace?"
The External Scenery from all sides exchanged glances, deep in thought, and they all guessed that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, the Dragon Race had obtained the bloodline inheritance they craved most.
Legend has it that since the decline of the Dragon Race, no dragon descendant has been able to cultivate to the realm of Immortals and Gods unless they find a divine position bestowed upon them by the Heavenly Court. Now that the Dragon Race has completed its bloodline inheritance, it remains to be seen whether they can break through the shackles on their own...
"Feng Yanleng has betrayed us and joined a foreign power? How is that possible!"
A gasp of surprise came from the crowd; someone had learned of the important events that had occurred in the Dragon Gate from their own disciples.
Upon hearing of Feng Yanleng's betrayal, everyone's expressions tightened, and they hurriedly inquired of their own disciples whether the news was true.
If true...
This will be another heavy blow to the royal family!
Have any of you clashed with the Demon Race from overseas? Who emerged victorious and who was defeated?
"Qingzhou, did you gain anything from Dragon Gate?"
Who was the final victor in Dragon Gate?
One question after another was posed, and the name that appeared most frequently in the room was...
Yu Tunzhou.
When the various External Scenery heard that at the very end of the Dragon Gate, Yu Tunzhou single-handedly defeated all the powerful figures from both the Central Plains and overseas, forcefully stopping everyone outside the Dragon Gate and forcing them to join forces—
Everyone's expression changed drastically.
My first reaction was that it was absurd.
My second reaction was still that it was absurd.
But when their gaze fell upon the figure in the blue robe in the hall, the absurdity gradually turned into solemnity.
The man in the green robe stood there, exuding youthful vigor and imposing presence. What truly unsettled everyone present was the subtle yet palpable aura emanating from him.
They were no strangers to this kind of "momentum".
Someone once saw it on that Supreme Sword Lord.
Some people have also seen the Old Wang at his peak, who One Fist to Secure the Frontier. At that time, the Old Wang could be called Mortal Realm!
This is an invincible "momentum," which can only be cultivated by those who are truly invincible among their peers and invincible in their own hearts.
In a daze, some people seemed to see Lu Huaiqing from back then, wearing the same blue robe, equally arrogant.
At this moment, everyone finally realized that what the disciples had said was probably true.
Although they did not witness that battle firsthand, the sheer aura emanating from the young man before them spoke volumes.
Only by sweeping away all enemies within the Dragon Gate can such momentum be cultivated!
Before leaving, Ao Xiyu wanted to take Yu Tunzhou, but the latter refused.
She could only subtly inform her grandfather that their ancestor had already formed an alliance with the sect behind Yu Tunzhou.
The old Dragon King made a decisive move, sending a telepathic message to a Dragon Race elder, instructing him to stay there and fulfill any of Young Hero Yu's requests at any time.
Yu Tunzhou secretly observed Zhang Buyu for a moment.
Zhang Buyu stood in the crowd, frowning as he looked around with a hint of helplessness.
He originally entered the Dragon Gate from the East Sea Dragon Palace, but now he came out from the South Sea, so naturally no elders from his sect came to meet him.
Fortunately, both Floating Hill Mountain and the Nanhua Sword Sect are Daoist School, so they should be able to use their methods...
Yu Tunzhou withdrew his gaze, noticing the increasing number of surprised and suspicious looks directed at him from those around him, as if they were looking at a monster.
He didn't care, simply nodded to Nishang, Lin Yueheng, and the others, then turned and left alone.
He needs a secluded room to rest and reflect on what he has gained in Dragon Gate.
One reason was for the River Diagram, which was the final reward from the journey to Dragon Gate, and the Demon-Summoning Demon-Summoning Banner, which was suppressed by the Vajra Bracelet.
Secondly, and most importantly, the breakthroughs he achieved in the final stages of his journey through the Dragon Gate required time to integrate.
Therefore, he relayed the message to the Dragon Race elder, asking him to find a suitable reason to keep Zhang Buyu in the Dragon Palace.
He planned to send his capable lieutenant, the Great Sage Huntian, to possess an osprey and secretly observe Zhang Buyu from within the Dragon Palace.
If even someone with his keen eye can't see the problem with Zhang Buyu, then he himself has no chance.
As for whether it's a problem with Floating Hill Mountain or Zhang Buyu, I'll deal with that after I finish my seclusion.
As he turned and left, the noise in the hall behind him grew even louder.
The aftershocks of this Dragon Gate Contest have only just begun to spread, but they are destined to accumulate into a raging torrent that will crash against the Central Plains.
The East Sea Dragon Palace.
Compared to other locations, External Scenery figures in the surrounding area of the East Sea Dragon Palace dared not enter the palace, because the struggle between the Immortals and Gods above was still ongoing.
The released young men from various families looked at Huang Tian with extreme apprehension.
Some people wanted to ask what exactly happened Eternal Dragon Gate, but at this moment they didn't dare to step forward.
Huang Tian's body showed no blazing flames, appearing unremarkable, yet within a few feet around him, the air was scorching and distorted, and Void void itself was faintly wrinkled and trembling from the intense heat.
He was shirtless, and his bronze-cast muscles bore large burn marks, remnants of his final battle against the Golden Crow Divine Intent at the Dragon Gate.
The wound had not fully healed, the edges were charred black, and dark red flesh was faintly visible, but he seemed completely unaware of it.
Ignoring all the prying, fearful, and suspicious gazes around him, he walked out of the Dragon Palace, each step carrying an extreme sense of suppressed rage.
Those around Huang Tian, sensing the lingering aura emanating from him, automatically parted to make way for him.
That was the blazing heat of the ancient Golden Crow that burned everything.
Huang Tian strode towards the outside of the Dragon Palace, the faint and desolate whispers in his ears never ceasing, seeping into his Primordial Spirit, inescapable.
"Submit to me, become the supreme sun, and rule over the light of all heavens..."
"You are born of the Ten Suns Dao Seed, and are the true successor of the Great Sun. Why should you stoop to a lower position and be confined to the mortal path?"
The seductive voice was ancient and vast, subtly attempting to distort his Daoist heart.
Huang Tian remained unmoved, guarding the clarity in his heart.
This time, he owed Yu Tunzhou a great favor, which he would have to repay in the future.
The biggest regret this time was not being able to fight Yu Tunzhou to the death and completely determine the winner.
Of course, he had his own judgment and knew that there was a certain gap between himself and Yu Tunzhou.
However, he has already stepped out of the Nine Suns realm and entered the Ten Suns realm, which even his grandmaster had never predicted.
Is it truly as our master said, that this path requires the transformation of yin into yang to achieve perfection?
Huang Tian walked in silence, the whispers around him growing louder and the fire in his chest burning ever brighter. Yet his Dao heart remained unshaken, becoming more refined and resolute.
He doesn't believe in the idea that yin arises from yang, nor does he believe that isolated yang cannot last.
The fact that our ancestors couldn't push it out and our predecessors couldn't find a way through it doesn't prove that this path is wrong. It's just that Human Dao's wisdom and their faith in the Dao are too shallow, and they can't see through this supreme and glorious path!
The saying "when things reach their peak, they decline" simply means that the vigor and intensity of life have not yet subsided.
This defeat shows that Huang Tian is not masculine enough!
Ten days isn't enough, so let's make it eleven.
Eleven days isn't enough, so let's make it twelve.
Twelve days is not enough--
Huang Tian clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking, and a scorching heat emanated from his body.
One day, he will attain enlightenment through pure Yang and transform into the one and only radiant sun in all the heavens and myriad realms!
One day--
The heavens divide the land into nine regions; together we worship the Huang Tian!
In that instant when the Pure Yang Dao Heart was completely solidified.
The seductive whispers that had lingered in my ears for millennia suddenly ceased and vanished.
The world fell into a deathly silence in an instant.
It was the dead of night, yet the sun shone brightly in the sky, creating a magnificent scene of the sun and moon shining together.
A low, authoritative laugh rang out clearly in Huang Tian's ears.
The laughter was ethereal and unpredictable, unaffected by time or location, mocking the insignificant Human Race's overestimation of the Mortal Realm abilities, while also hoping that this rising sun against the tide would one day truly replace "Haotian" (the heavens).
overseas.
Dark clouds surged, and turbid waves roared.
Only the cold moon hangs alone between the sea and the sky.
This sea area is usually a forbidden zone. The deep sea is full of hidden currents and reefs as sharp as swords. Even those at the Divine Ability Realm dare not approach it easily.
Tonight, the atmosphere here is even more oppressive, with enormous figures standing tall in the night.
Among them, a true dragon coiled in the waves, its body stretching for thousands of feet, its scales gleaming with a cold, eerie light. Its dragon might spread outwards like a tide, pressing down on the waves and making them appear smaller.
Not far away, a powerful Demon Race spread its tail feathers, its five-colored light swirling and shifting, like a magnificent scroll unfolding in the night, noble and awe-inspiring.
Each figure exuded a suffocating aura of terror.
All are forms of Dharma Aspect.
They have gathered here for only one thing—
"They're out."
A deep voice came from the mouth of a true dragon, its golden vertical pupils fixed on the slowly dissipating gate of light on the distant sea.
Ripples spread across the portal, and one figure after another emerged from it.
Niu Tuntian was the first to step out.
It was naked from the waist up, covered in wounds, its bronze skin scorched with black marks, and its Qi and Blood seemed to have waned.
It stood on the sea, took a deep breath, and then looked back at the portal.
"Tuntian."
A majestic voice descended from the Void, and a powerful Dharma Aspect with a bull's head and a human body stepped forward, his copper bell-like eyes fixed on his junior, and said in a deep voice,
"Where's the Demon-Summoning Banner?"
Niu Tuntian shook his head. "In the end, Kong Ling and Feng Yanleng entered the Dragon Gate."
People started walking out from behind the door.
Peng Fei, Yuan Liu, Kong Ling... and Feng Yanleng, who was being held in Kong Ling's arms.
The girl's eyes were closed, her face was pale, and she seemed to be in a deep sleep.
The five-colored peacock Dharma Aspect narrowed its eyes, spread its wings slightly, and landed in front of Kong Ling.
"Kong Ling, where is the Demon-Summoning Banner?"
Kong Ling shook his head with a wry smile.
The atmosphere became increasingly tense, followed by questions and challenges from all sides.
This trip to Dragon Gate was spearheaded by the Peacock Clan, and now that the mission has failed, they are naturally facing criticism from all sides.
Before Kong Ling could answer, the true dragon at the Dharma Aspect level suddenly flew into a rage, its eyes filled with fury:
"Where is my granddaughter Ao Zhen?! Of the Dragon Race members who entered the Dragon Gate with her, why has not a single one Dragon Gate?! Were they all perished, or were they trapped and killed in a secret realm?!"
In an instant, the heavens and earth changed color in his rage; the waves surged backward, the dark clouds billowed, the moonlight was obscured, and the entire sea was plunged into a suffocating darkness.
Kong Ling took a deep breath and silenced everyone with just one sentence.
"The Emperor Wa Nuwa has descended."
In an instant, all the questions that filled the sky vanished, the furious expressions of the powerful figures froze, and the overwhelming pressure of their Dharma Aspect that had swept across the ocean suddenly subsided and disappeared.
Everyone looked at the Human Race woman in Kong Ling with surprise and uncertainty.
Is this woman truly a descendant of the Emperor Wa?
Suddenly, a Golden-Winged Great Peng spoke up, "Kong Ling, Demon-Summoning Banner still in the Dragon Gate?"
Kong Ling remained silent for a moment, then truthfully replied, "This item has fallen into the hands of the Central Plains Human Race."
These words instantly stirred the thoughts of the powerful figures present, causing them to frown to varying degrees.
The Emperor Wa has already descended, so why does she stand idly by and watch the Demon-Summoning Banner fall into the hands of the Human Race, doing nothing about it?
Does the Empress still harbor feelings for her former lover?
Although the Human Race was "created" by the Emperor Wa, did the Human Emperor ever have this thought when he established the race in the world?
They'll just be banished all of them to the outskirts of the Central Plains!
Kong Ling spoke, "I must take Feng Yanleng back to the Emperor Wa Palace. The Empress's decree will be relayed to all parties through the Emperor Wa Palace."
The Divine Capital.
Deep within the imperial palace lies the Hall of Diligent Governance.
No Dipankara in the hall; only moonlight filtered in through the carved window lattices, casting dappled shadows.
When Emperor Tianshun stepped into the palace, he saw that figure standing with his hands behind his back by the window.
Clad in white, as pure as snow, untouched by a speck of dust.
Even though he was standing before the emperor, he acted as casually as if he were the real emperor.
Emperor Tianshun stopped in his tracks, his gaze darkening.
"Imperial Preceptor," he spoke, his voice not loud, yet carrying the unique majesty of an emperor, "What brings you here to me in the dead of night?"
The one who turned around was none other than the Heavenly Demon Kou Ziling.
He smiled slightly.
"Your Majesty, the Dragon Gate Contest is over."
Emperor Tianshun's pupils contracted slightly.
"The power struggle between the various Immortals and Gods has also come to an end." Kou Ziling's tone was calm, as if he were talking about a trivial matter unrelated to himself. "If nothing unexpected happens—the one behind you has failed."
A brief silence fell over the hall.
Emperor Tianshun's face was expressionless, but his hands, clasped behind his back, unconsciously clenched.
"The Imperial Advisor summoned me here late at night," he said slowly, "Just to tell me this?"
"Of course not."
Kou Ziling strode towards the center of the hall, his steps unhurried, his robes fluttering gently in the night breeze.
"My purpose in Divine Capital the capital is to recommend myself for the position of Imperial Preceptor. His Majesty has granted me this position, and I will naturally share His Majesty's burdens."
"However—even if I, Kou, wish to help Your Majesty, if Your Majesty does not cooperate and still harbors illusions, I, Kou, am powerless to do so."
Emperor Tianshun remained silent.
The moonlight cast distinct shadows on his face, making his square features appear somewhat cold and hard.
After a long while, he took a deep breath.
Give me some more time.
Kou Ziling nodded. "Your Majesty still has time to consider."
Emperor Tianshun said nothing more. He turned around, strode out of the main hall, the hem of his dragon robe fluttering in the night wind, and his footsteps quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.
Kou Ziling stood there, watching the figure disappear into the moonlight, the smile on his face slowly fading.
He turned around, walked to the window, and looked beyond the palace walls towards the northwest of the Divine Capital.
That place is the Xiao Household's territory.
"The royal plan failed, which is not surprising," he muttered to himself, his voice so soft it was as if he were talking to himself. "But even the Xiao Household and the Tantai Household failed?"
He squinted, and the night wind blew in through the window, ruffling his robes.
"Among the Immortals and Gods who have returned to the mortal realm, is there anyone who surpasses those two?"
"Very well, then I won't have to wipe out the Xiao Household."
The Xiao Household home is located in the northwest of the Divine Capital, covering a vast area, yet it is never shown off.
From the outside, it appears to be nothing more than an ordinary grand mansion, with blue bricks, gray tiles, vermilion gates, and copper rings, no different from other Aristocratic Clan residences in the Divine Capital.
But if you step inside, you'll discover a hidden paradise.
At this moment, three figures stood on the Xiao Household's star-gazing platform.
The leader, dressed in a black robe, had a square face and an air of composure and authority cultivated from long years in a high position. He was none other than Xiao Wanghe, the current patriarch of the Xiao Household family.
Beside him stood an elderly man with white hair and beard, thin in stature. He was Xiao Wuque, the eldest elder of the Xiao Household, ranked among the top thirty on the contemporary Earth Ranking, just one step away from Grandmaster.
The last one, named Xiao Yunzhou, is the most skilled astrologer of the Xiao Household in this generation. He spends most of his time in seclusion in the ancestral land, detached from worldly affairs, and only observes the stars.
At this moment, Xiao Yunzhou suddenly frowned slightly, then slowly relaxed.
"The Dragon Gate Incident is nearing its end," he said. "However, it involves powerful beings beyond the Immortals and Gods. The celestial phenomena are obscured, and the secrets of heaven are in disarray, so I cannot see the whole picture."
"It seems Yanzhi and the others will be back soon." Xiao Wuque stroked his beard, a smile appearing on his aged face. "I wonder if Yanzhi and that girl from the Tantai Household succeeded."
Although it was a question, his tone was relaxed, clearly indicating that he didn't think anything unexpected would happen on this trip.
Xiao Wanghe couldn't help but smile.
"With Yanzhi the team, there shouldn't be any unexpected problems."
He stood with his hands behind his back, his tone resolute yet tinged with a chilling edge.
"The Ji Clan has deceived us for so many years. If the Emperor hadn't finally regained some consciousness, we would probably still be kept in the dark."
"This trip to Dragon Gate, with their calculated attack on the unsuspecting, will surely lead to a major setback for the Ji Clan!"
Xiao Yunzhou continued to gaze up at the starry sky.
The sky was filled with countless stars, as dazzling as a river, with the Purple Forbidden Enclosure Star hanging in the north, seemingly even brighter than before.
He said, "The light of the Purple Forbidden Enclosure Emperor Star is even brighter than it was before the Dragon Gate opened."
"It has brightened up a bit," Xiao Wuque stroked his beard and smiled. "It seems that child Yanzhi's trip has been quite successful."
In closing, he said with great anticipation:
"The River Diagram that the Emperor needs is within the Dragon Gate. Once he obtains it, the Emperor can use the [Zhou Heaven Star Battle Grand Formation] in the Heavenly Court to interfere in the mortal world. At that time, not only the Ji Household, but even if all the Dharma Aspect in the world gathered together, they would be nothing!"
"When Yanzhi returns," Xiao Wanghe said, his gaze sweeping towards the capital, "It's time for the winds to shift in this Divine Capital capital."
Xiao Wuque stroked his beard and smiled, about to reply—
Suddenly, a sharp whooshing sound rang out from afar.
The sound came incredibly fast, as if someone were rushing towards them without regard for anything else.
"Who is so reckless?" Xiao Wuque frowned.
The next second, a figure rushed into the observatory in a panic, his voice trembling:
"Clan... Clan Chief..."
Clan Chief Xiao Wanghe's heart sank. Could it be that Lu Daolin had already entered the city?
He shouted, "What's all this panic?"
The newcomer's lips trembled as he whispered, "Clan leader... Xiao Yanzhi's life lamp... has gone out!"
The expressions on their faces changed drastically in an instant.
Say that again!
A sharp shout rang out, and Elder Xiao Wuque suddenly rushed forward, grabbing the man and lifting him up.
"Xiao Yanzhi's life lamp... suddenly went out just now. The elder guarding the lamp has checked it three times and confirmed... confirmed that the life lamp is out..."
The observatory fell into a deathly silence.
Xiao Yunzhou looked up suddenly and saw that the Purple Forbidden Enclosure Star seemed even brighter than before, but in an instant it became covered in dust and dimmed.
He suddenly realized that this was not a good omen!
Instead, after the plan failed, the Emperor attempted to intervene again, but was suppressed by the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth...
"Check!"
Xiao Wanghe remained expressionless and spoke slowly and deliberately.
"Use all of the Xiao Household's hidden networks to find out exactly what happened in Dragon Gate!"
Find out who killed Yanzhi!
"Find out who ruined the Emperor's plans!"