Upon hearing this, Wang Mang nodded in anticipation.
"Things that are beyond your clearance are nurous."
After muttering a complaint in his heart, Wang Mang turned his gaze back to Abyss Xuanming.
Seeing Abyss Xuanming’s face filled with dejection, Wang Mang simply shrugged his shoulders.
It was at this mont that Abyss Xuanming suddenly said to Wang Mang, "Brother Wang Mang, let’s go for a drink."
"My treat."
After saying that, he straightforwardly walked towards a tavern in the imperial city.
Seeing this, Wang Mang hurriedly followed him.
At this ti, those who had fainted in the imperial city had not yet awakened.
Protected by the royal artifact, the ancient martial imperial city was relatively safe under the strong suppression of the Ancient Bronze Coffin.
The two walked slowly on the silent and deserted streets.
Soon, they arrived in front of a tavern.
After stepping in, the scene inside the tavern ca into view at once.
On the floor of the tavern lay a few people, sprawled in all directions.
Others were slumped over the tables.
Spirit wine was spilled all over the ground.
The two found a table where no one was sitting.
Looking at the commoners on the ground, Wang Mang frowned.
The next mont, several strands of the Great Devouring Dao enveloped these people on the ground.
In an instant, they were completely devoured.
Seeing this, Wang Mang slowly said, "I will go get so jars of wine."
Upon hearing this, Abyss Xuanming nodded indifferently.
Watching Wang Mang’s retreating figure, Abyss Xuanming’s eyes filled with a vacant stare.
He sat unmoving in his chair, like a statue.
At this ti, Wang Mang ca out of the kitchen, carrying several jars of spirit wine.
Following him, the Great Devouring Dao was also holding up dozens of jars.
Looking at Abyss Xuanming, who was absentmindedly staring into space, Wang Mang placed a jar of spirit wine in front of him and said:
"Brother Xuanming, drink."
At this, Abyss Xuanming ca back to his senses.
Looking at the spirit wine on the table, he didn’t hesitate to imdiately open it and started to drink deeply.
Gulp! Gulp...
Seeing this, Wang Mang also opened a jar of spirit wine and began to drink heartily.
The two drank in silence, jar after jar.
Shortly, the several dozen jars of spirit wine that Wang Mang had taken out were all drunk by the two of them.
After a mont, he slowly stood up and continued towards the kitchen, "I’ll go get so more."
...
At this ti, in the territory of the Barbarian Tribe.
Several elders looked at the black fog that appeared and then disappeared again, their faces showing surprise.
Such a strange and terrifying aura was truly horrifying.
Just one glance from afar was enough to make one shudder.
What was key was that such an atmosphere had appeared twice in the Waste Domain.
This made them inevitably worried; what should they do if this strange black fog appeared within the Barbarian Tribe?
"What do you all think?" an elder asked in a solemn voice.
As soon as he said this, the eight surrounding elders all showed different expressions.
What do they think? They just watch! Could it be that they should personally investigate when this strangeness appears again?
Such great terror was not sothing they dared to provoke.
A single mont of carelessness could an irreversible devastation.
For a while, the other eight elders fell silent.
Although they dared not go, to say so would seem rather unseemly, wouldn’t it?
They looked at each other, none taking the initiative to express their stance.
It was after a long silence that Gu Shi spoke up and broke the silence:
"Ahem, our Barbarian Tribe should better not intervene in such great terror,"
"Let’s wait for the envoy from the Spirit Profound Clan to co before discussing it."
"Everyone, what do you think?"
At his words, the other elders all showed signs of agreent.
Can’t anyone talk? If so, please speak up.
"Agreed!"
"Very good!"
"You speak sensibly!"
"The fifth younger brother is really more intelligent than others."
For a mont, several elders successively voiced their agreent with Gu Shi.
Just then, the elder who had spoken earlier spoke again:
"What if, this dark mist were to descend upon the Barbarian Tribe one day, what then shall we do?"
"The people of the Spirit Profound Clan might not necessarily be able to handle it either!"
"My fellow elders, we still need to consider this carefully."
As soon as these words fell, the faces of the surrounding eight elders imdiately darkened.
The debate seems endless, doesn’t it!
So righteously spoken, why don’t you go then?
For a mont, the faces of the seven elders all carried a hint of coldness.
Everyone had seen how terrifying the dark mist was.
Was that sothing that the Eternal Realm could deal with?
At that mont, the usually silent and reticent first elder spoke up:
"Enough, eighth brother. Let this matter rest and speak no more of it."
"Let’s disband."
As soon as he finished speaking, the other elders snorted coldly several tis, and slowly left.
Several unfriendly glances swept continuously over the Ninth Elder.
...
At this ti, in a tavern within the imperial city.
A small hill created from stacked wine jars startlingly appeared in the tavern.
Wang Mang and Abyss Xuanming had no idea how much spirit wine they had drunk.
The spirit wine stored in the tavern’s kitchen had already vanished by ninety percent.
By now, Abyss Xuanming was slumped over the table.
Yet Wang Mang was as sober as ever.
Looking at Abyss Xuanming, Wang Mang slowly sighed out a breath.
He still felt that he had let him down with this matter.
However, the ninth-generation ancient bronze coffin was beyond his reach to explore now.
He was powerless in this matter.
Just at that mont, the system’s voice suddenly sounded:
[Ding! mory feedback from the ninth-generation ancient bronze coffin. Would you like to read it?]
Hearing this, Wang Mang was slightly startled and said slowly, "Read it."
The next instant, Wang Mang’s whole body shook, and he slowly closed his eyes.
At that mont, Wang Mang’s vision was enveloped in pitch black.
Suddenly, he felt the surroundings begin to stir.
As a sliver of light appeared, two dirt-covered figures instantly ca into Wang Mang’s field of vision.
"Big brother Liang Qi, is this the Tomb of the Ti God King?"
"Why does it look so shabby?"
"Fuck, how would I know? We’re completely screwed this ti!"
"Damn, and I even wasted a mid-rank Level 7 invisibility talisman."
"Big brother, what do we do now? The people from the Sui Feather Dynasty are waiting outside to ambush us."
"Shit! Those bastards, we must raid their lair soday!"
...
In an instant, this snippet of mory ca to an abrupt end, and Wang Mang also ca back to his senses imdiately.
"Is this a fragnt of that corpse’s mory?"
Wang Mang said with a hint of confusion.
For a while, his thoughts grew active.
Although the mory was short, he heard two key pieces of information.
The Sui Feather Dynasty! Liang Qi.
With this, he now had an approximate lead.
When the ti ca, as long as he found out the location of the Sui Feather Dynasty and found those two people, everything would be settled.
Just then, a rich flow of the Great Dao of Ti suddenly surged out of Wang Mang’s right arm.
A mysterious mark slowly erged.
"Hmm?"
"Is this the unique initial divinity?"
Gazing at the mark on his right arm, Wang Mang then rembered that he had just unlocked this unique initial divinity today.
He raised his right hand and began to carefully inspect it.
Suddenly, another voice echoed in Wang Mang’s mind:
"Siblings, can you hear ?"
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