True Capital, Amethyst Pavilion.
The tallest building in the True Capital was the symbol of power.
A man with the aura of a superior and his every move was noble and domineering was standing in front of the big screen.
He was wearing a traditional Chinese suit with a five-clawed golden dragon embroidered on it. Even though it was just casual wear, it was symbolic.
In the ancient Huaxia of the old civilization, the emperor was the emperor! Only the most powerful person in the world could wear such an outfit.
In the Purple Moon era, there was no such rule anymore. Anyone could wear such an outfit if they wanted to.
However, no one was willing to flaunt it unless they had the strength to match it.
As long as one was a powerhouse, they would also know that there was a powerhouse in the True Capital who had a strong preference for this kind of attire. He did not like others wearing the same attire as him, unless that person was worthy of his respect and could be seen as an opponent or a friend on the same level.
The person was the castellan of the True Capital, Huangfu Zhengjing, who was also known as Emperor Han.
He was not calm at the moment. The replaying of the screen made him think deeply.
As a matter of fact, Huangfu Zhengjing was very proud, but at the same time, he was unusually rational.
Therefore, he did not take the young geniuses of the current era seriously.
Firstly, his pride reminded him that the achievements of the young geniuses were not worthy of his attention.
Secondly, his rationality reminded him that a genius who grew up was a true genius. Otherwise, he would not even be a shooting star that flew across the sky.
Of course, it was not that Huangfu Zhengjing did not take a fancy to any of the young geniuses. To be exact, there was a young girl.
The young girl was called Higan because her talent was too shocking to the point that it could be considered as terrifying. Therefore, after the Moon Chasing Celebration, Huangfu Zhengjing remembered the name in his heart and asked his right-hand men, the Four Kings, for their opinions.
Other than that, Huangfu Zhengjing did not care about Higan's son or the number one youth, Tang Long.
He knew that sometimes, the real secret weapon would not be displayed on the table and the real good sword would not be unsheathed easily.
However, was his judgment wrong?
Huangfu Zhengjing temporarily paused the image on the screen as he sat down in the big and quiet room. He took out a pair of walnuts from the old civilization and started to spin them in his hand.
"Maybe the times have really changed. The first line of defense in the north … "Huangfu Zhengjing muttered to himself as the walnuts in his hand spun faster.
"Tang Long? Tang Ling? Especially that Tang Ling, he actually dragged the First Generation into this. Is it hinting at something? " As Huangfu Zhengjing muttered to himself, he gradually closed his eyes as if he had fallen asleep. His voice also slowly faded away.
**
Starstay City.
Floating Island No. 1. On this huge floating island, there was only one strange-looking building.
The building looked like an aerial battleship that only appeared in sci-fi movies of the old civilization, but due to its abstract shape, it looked like a modified castle.
That was why it was called the Battleship Fortress, opposite to the Sky Fortress on the second floating island not far away.
Everyone in Starstay City knew that the warship fortress was the true core of power in Starstay City.
There were more than 10 core councilmen of the Stardust Council stationed here for a long time, and the mysterious president of the Stardust Council stayed in the fortress all year round.
Rumor had it that he had crossed the threshold of a rank 7 Purple Moon Warrior and officially entered rank 8. He no longer cared about worldly affairs and focused on the legendary rank 9 realm, hoping to break through some kind of barrier.
Meanwhile, inside the Battleship Fortress.
In the room built from the Universal Source Rock, a middle-aged man was sitting with his legs crossed. He did not seem to be breathing and did not move at all.
Three minutes later, a cyclone of air was spat out from his mouth, and as he exhaled, it traveled more than a dozen meters away.
As the cyclone dispersed, the middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes.
Is my heart still not calm? It was my misjudgment back then that made me let Tang Ling go! Who would have thought that Tang Ling was really Tang Feng's son?
Everything felt like a joke to me.
The middle-aged man slowly stood up and opened the window of the Universal Source Rock room. The air was turbulent, but nothing on him moved, not even a strand of his hair.
As a matter of fact, he was already the president of the Stardust Council, so why would he care about Tang Ling? He did not even care about Tang Feng!
No matter how outstanding Tang Feng was, the Dragon Army that he led was defeated by the Stardust Council.
Everything was destined from the start of the Purple Moon era. Tang Feng would never succeed, and what happened in the end would tell the people that the Stardust Council was the only correct path. No, it was the correct path that was destined from the start.
The president of the Stardust Council was confident.
However, now that Tang Ling was related to the First … With that thought in mind, he recalled the scene that he saw an hour ago.
The cold and calm middle-aged man's forehead was drenched in cold sweat.
He actually revealed an expression of fear.
What was a person afraid of? Something would always happen! The fear on the middle-aged man's face had yet to fade away when a shadow suddenly appeared in the room built from the Universal Source Rock.
The middle-aged man was very sensitive. After he noticed the shadow, he turned around and instantly appeared in the middle of the room. He knelt down without even looking.
"My president, what do you think about your mistake?" The shadow was cast on the giant Universal Source Rock wall in front of the room.
It was blurry, but there was a vague outline of a person.
However, even with the outline and the calm tone, the president of the Stardust Council dared not even raise his head.
He dared not turn around! This mistake wasn't a big deal. Since he dared to look down on Tang Feng, why would he care about the shadow?
Then, what was Tang Ling?
However, once the First was involved, the middle-aged man could not afford to make such a mistake.
"Is there no answer? My president? " The president's silence obviously angered the shadow, and its tone started to fluctuate.
"I'll try my best to make up for it." The president lowered his head so hard that his forehead almost touched the floor. Beads of cold sweat dripped down and soon, marks were left on the smooth floor.
It was obvious how much pressure he was under.
"Make up for it?" The shadow's tone started to mock him. In the next moment, a strong wind blew in the quiet room. Gusts of whirlwinds blew into the room without a sign, forming sharp wind blades that whistled towards the president.
As a matter of fact, the wind blades might be powerful, but if the president wanted to block them, they would not be a problem.
However, the president did not have the courage to resist. He straightened his body and faced the wind blades head-on.
The dozens of wind blades mercilessly pierced the president's body. After removing all his defenses, the president's body was no different from a normal strong man.
Heavy stabbing noises came from the room and lasted for 10 seconds before it stopped.
When the stabbing noises stopped, the president of the Stardust Council's body was pierced by the concentrated wind blades, leaving behind a dozen bloody holes. His thick, mercury-like blood gushed out of the holes and glowed faintly.
However, he dared not wipe the blood off or clean it. Instead, he lowered his body again.
The wind blades were not powerful, but a shadow was able to control the wind blades. What kind of power did the shadow possess?
"Those who have done wrong must be punished. No one is an exception. I've shown you mercy. I only gave you some physical pain and didn't hurt your core, "the shadow said again.
The middle-aged man thanked the shadow in a hurry.
"Take care of the aftermath. Tang Ling must be killed. And Tang Long … You'll have to restrain him, "the shadow ordered.
"Yes.
On top of that, Higan is back. I'll see you soon, "the shadow said after a second of silence.
"Please enlighten me, Master." The middle-aged man hesitated for a while before he spoke respectfully.
"Let her go. Whether she's in the Stardust Council or not, it doesn't matter anymore. The seed has been planted, so it's best to catch her off guard. After she's gone, everything that happens in the future will have nothing to do with the Stardust Council anymore.
But … "The shadow paused for a moment.
The middle-aged man dared not say anything else as he waited for the shadow to continue.
"In my place, no one can choose to disobey without being punished. Do as you see fit. "After the shadow finished, it rippled a few times and vanished.
The middle-aged man dared not stand up for a long time. A minute later, he straightened his body and stood up in fear.
The blood that flowed out of his body was pulled back by a strange force. As his muscles moved, the wounds caused by the wind blades slowly disappeared.
The middle-aged man wiped the sweat off his forehead and regained his calm and cold expression. He returned to the cushion and sat down with his legs crossed.
"Call Draconic Twelve in."
He gave his first order!
Draconic Twelve, the most low-profile and the most mysterious of the Stardust Sixteen!
This time around, he did not even attend the festival in Darkness Port. It seemed like he did not care about opportunities or whatnot as he stayed in Starstay City.
Compared to the other Stardust Sixteen, he seemed to be a little different.
After the order was given, the middle-aged man continued, "Tell Higan to come to the battleship fortress. After I'm done with my discussion with Draconic Twelve, bring her to me."
After that, a loud "Yes, Master" came from the door.
Two minutes later, a door appeared in the room made of Universal Source Rock. A young man in a black robe with a hood over his head and a strange flute hanging on his waist appeared in the room.
He bowed respectfully to the middle-aged man and called out, "Chairman."
As he bowed, a lock of silver hair slipped out of his hood.
If Tang Ling was there, he would never forget this young man. He was the one who tossed his sister into the sea of zombies. He was the Twelfth of the Stardust Sixteen!
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