“Hopefully,” Elder Zhuo Qiu sighed deeply as he watched Xu Zimo’s departing figure.
Then he muttered to himself, “The Ancient Tis have long since ended… long, long ago.”
After leaving the courtyard, Xu Zimo’s brows remained furrowed.
“You got it that quickly?” Miss Jing was waiting inside the yard, looking at him in surprise.
“He gave it to freely,” Xu Zimo nodded.
“You two know each other?” Miss Jing asked, astonished.
Xu Zimo didn’t answer. Instead, he stared at her intently.
“Who exactly are you?”
“What’s the matter with you?” Miss Jing laughed. “Am I not standing right in front of you? Why suddenly ask that?” Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn novel⟡fire
“Nothing, just that my acquaintance with you feels… sowhat unreal,” Xu Zimo said with a faint smile.
“Don’t let your thoughts run wild,” Miss Jing replied. “Now that you’ve got the Celestial chanism Art, let’s hurry and find my master.”
Even as the two spoke, Gongyang Ce walked out from his room, holding a half-empty jar of Immortal Brew.
He hiccupped from the drink, then smiled, “So quick? Seems you do have so ability.”
“How long to locate the Xuanyuan clan?” Xu Zimo asked directly.
“If all goes smoothly, half a day is enough,” Gongyang Ce said. “But there’s sothing I’ll need from you.
“My Celestial chanism Formation is set up here in this courtyard. Once it’s activated, it cannot be disturbed. If it’s disrupted, at best I’ll suffer fatal backlash; at worst, it could draw down heavenly tribulation and destroy all of Tranquil. I’ll need you to guard .”
“From this mont on, even if a Saint Sovereign cos, they will not set one foot past this courtyard,” Xu Zimo said coldly, drawing out Shadow Tyrant. “But by tomorrow’s sunrise, if you can’t give a satisfactory answer, then you will perish with the night.”
“Don’t worry. Gongyang Ce has never made a miscalculation,” Gongyang Ce said, his eyes flickering, then smiling. “Jing, go assist him. But don’t ddle with this Celestial chanism Formation.”
“Understood,” Miss Jing nodded slightly.
The two stood outside the courtyard, watching.
Gongyang Ce drained the last of the Immortal Brew, then raised both hands.
Imdiately, a yin-yang fish diagram appeared across the ground.
The black and white fishes began to rotate endlessly.
“This is the Twin-Rites Yin-Yang God-Diagram,” Miss Jing explained softly. “It can evolve the heavenly chanisms and calculate all things. Coupled with my master’s divination, it’s unique in the world, rest assured. But he rarely uses it, because once the heavenly evolution begins, he is utterly vulnerable. It’s the sa as handing his life into another’s hands.”
Xu Zimo nodded, watching the changes of the Yin-Yang on the ground.
The yin-yang fishes slowly vanished. The earth turned gray and hazy, as though reverting to the chaos of creation itself.
The Twin-Rites Yin-Yang God-Diagram was ranked thirty-first among the Grand Thousand Treasures.
And in the field of divining fate, it was unmatched.
From the gray mist, a blazing sun appeared, followed by a vast stretch of sky.
It was as if the heavens above were mirrored within the Yin-Yang diagram.
Gongyang Ce waved his hand, his robe snapping loudly in the wind, and the ground began to transform.
The Azure Frontier, the Four Regions, the entire Mortal Ascension Heaven shrank countless tis over, appearing within the diagram.
His gaze blazed as he stared at it.
“The Xuanyuan Clan!” he shouted. His aura erupted, surging mightily, twisting even the surrounding void.
Black and white energies gushed from the diagram.
“Celestial chanism converges, celestial image arises!”
The energies swirled in the air, evolving with his incantation.
“Senior Mist Pri, I saw it with my own eyes, he went into this alley, no mistake. It was he who injured the Prince Golden-Wheel. Over just a few words, he nearly killed him. That man is ruthless.”
At that very mont, a clamor of voices rang out from the far end of the alley.
“Trouble you caused,” Miss Jing said, glancing at Xu Zimo.
“I’ll resolve it,” Xu Zimo said calmly.
Shadow Tyrant quivered faintly in his grip, as though hungering for blood.
“Xu, co out! Senior Mist Pri is here! Accept your death!” a thunderous voice roared from nearby.
The sound cracked like lightning through the void.
Many across Tranquil, and even North River City, heard it.
In this city, no one had dared stir up open battle in a long ti.
Most who ca here were hidden powerhouses. To disturb their peace was courting death.
But clearly, soone wasn’t afraid.
“What’s happening?” soone asked in confusion.
“You don’t know? The Prince Golden-Wheel was beaten half to death at Prival Tower. The Grand Mist Mountain issued a pursuit order,” another explained.
“Then let’s go watch. Doesn’t this an the Mist Pri Emperor himself will appear?”
A group approached from one end of the alley, stepping through the air.
Each carried a terrifying aura, wind roaring violently around them.
Most wore deep blue robes, clearly from the sa faction.
Among them were a few familiar faces, scattered cultivators who had seen Xu Zimo at Prival Tower.
At that mont, in Prival Tower, Zhou Ming poured himself a cup of tea, standing by the window to watch.
Fairy Moon-Pluck stood beside him.
“Uncle.”
“Wenyuan, watch closely. This man may beco your chance for revenge. He can only be a friend, never an enemy.”
“Wenyuan understands,” Fairy Moon-Pluck nodded slightly, looking toward the alley.
“It’s him!” soone cried, pointing at Xu Zimo.
At once, the blue-robed n sealed off the surroundings.
Among them stood a middle-aged man.
His eyes were clear, his green robe flowing. He stood eight feet tall, with a two-foot-long beard, bearing a striking resemblance to Guan Yu, a true bearded lord.
His hair was gray, his robe broad, sleeves draping past his arms.
The green-robed man frowned faintly, looking toward the courtyard.
After a pause, he chuckled.
“So, Gongyang Ce has actually activated the Twin-Rites Yin-Yang God-Diagram. Seems he’s seeking sothing extraordinary.”
He turned to the n around him.
“Encircle the courtyard. Without my order, no one is to step inside.”
“Yes!” the blue-robed n replied coldly in unison.
The green-robed man’s gaze fell upon Xu Zimo.
Xu Zimo said nothing. With a wave of his hand, he opened the passage to the God World.
From it burst countless beasts, including the ten great ancient God Beasts and hundreds of Dragon Gods, soaring into the air.
A flood of beastly might descended, vast and overwhelming.
“Guard this place. Anyone who dares intrude, kill!”
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