Jian Wushuang leaned against the haystack and said leisurely, "I'm not the Emperor you speak of. I'm just a wandering wild crane."
Spring and Autumn didn't say much. After returning a smile, he didn't speak again.
"Why were you captured and imprisoned here?" Jian Wushuang turned to look at him and asked.
"Because I was defeated." Spring and Autumn didn't hide anything and said slowly, "My father was once an Emperor, but he died in the war. As the Emperor's son, although I was spared from being slaughtered, I became a prisoner. It was better for me to die back then."
"Do you know how many years I've been like this?" Spring and Autumn laughed self-deprecatingly. "I don't even know how many cycles have passed since the birth and death of the Milky Way in the universe."
"I've always wanted to leave this place, but in the end, it's just an extravagant hope."
Jian Wushuang didn't speak. The shackles around his neck were difficult to remove, which greatly limited his abilities. The slightest carelessness could cost him his life.
Therefore, he couldn't do anything now. He couldn't say anything. He could only wait for the right time.
Time trickled by. A few days later, a few hurried footsteps suddenly sounded in the deathly silent prison.
Then, nearly ten black-robed people appeared.
Jian Wushuang, who was slowly recovering his Diffusing Force, glanced at them and knew that there were at least two Ancestor-level experts among the ten people.
One of the skinny old men stepped forward. After glancing at him and Spring and Autumn, he directly raised his large palm and grabbed at the two.
Jian Wushuang's gaze turned cold. At the same time, he swept his palm and used his Diffusing Force to counteract the skinny old man's palm.
A look of horror flashed in the skinny old man's eyes. He then took a deep breath and said, "Are you disobeying orders?"
Jian Wushuang calmly looked at him, then stood up and slowly walked out. Spring and Autumn followed closely behind.
As they were escorted out of the prison, Jian Wushuang looked around and saw a vast square.
And right in front of the vast square, there was a simple bronze hall that sat in the clouds. The clouds and mist above it changed into various scenes, and it was rather mysterious.
As he walked forward, Jian Wushuang was like a dignified Imperial Monarch at this moment, and he didn't have the slightest awareness of being a prisoner.
The skinny old man was rather resentful about this. However, from the exchange of blows just now, the person that the young Emperor wanted to meet was definitely not someone that he could contend against.
Spring Autumn, who was following closely behind Jian Wushuang, raised her head to look at the bronze hall. Her wrinkled eyes trembled, and hatred flashed through them. Then, she calmed down.
Hundreds of wisps of cloud and smoke floated out, transforming into chasing birds and flying butterflies that circled in front of everyone.
In the depths of the hall, a figure wearing luxurious clothes and half lying on a bed opened his eyes and looked outside the hall.
Their eyes met, and the luxuriously dressed figure slowly stood up. His long hair fell to the ground behind him, and his feminine face was indescribably charming.
"Welcome to this Emperor's sleeping hall, everyone." He raised his eyebrows and smiled, slowly raising his arms.
"Greetings, young Emperor." Over ten black-robed guards knelt down and greeted him respectfully.
With a gentle wave of his hand, the luxuriously dressed figure called the young Emperor said indifferently, "All of you may leave. Without my orders, no one is allowed to take a step forward."
The black-robed guards responded, and all of them left the hall.
Getting off the bed barefoot, the young Emperor stretched lazily and walked forward slowly.
With every step he took, an identical True Shadow would appear behind him. In the originally empty and deathly silent hall, there were now dozens of True Shadows.
Extremely dense Derivation Power filled every corner of the space.
Looking at the increasing number of True Shadows in front of him, Jian Wushuang's pupils moved slightly. He could feel that all of the True Shadows were at the Derivation Immortal Realm.
The young Emperor's strength was unfathomable, and even he felt an inexplicable sense of danger.
A total of nearly a hundred identical True Shadows gathered together, and a strong fragrance with a faint fishy smell assailed his nostrils.
"Newcomer, do you know where I am?" A True Shadow clung to Jian Wushuang's body and asked.
Spring Autumn, who took a few steps back, had a fearful look in his eyes. He was already holding his dagger tightly in his hand.
Jian Wushuang was as immovable as a mountain. He only closed his eyes for a moment before suddenly opening them again. It was as if he had crossed mountains and rivers, and a glance of ten thousand years.
Their eyes met from afar. The young Emperor smiled quietly and clapped his hands. The hundreds of True Shadows merged into one.
"You do have some skills, but why haven't I seen you before?" The young Emperor smiled, and then looked at Spring Autumn behind him. "Eh, I have seen you before. You are Emperor Feng Hua's son, Spring Autumn?"
Spring Autumn's expression changed drastically, and resentment crawled all over his face. His right hand that was holding the dagger suddenly thrust out, and the powerful Derivation Power stabbed directly at the young Emperor's heart.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he stood on the spot without dodging.
In the next moment, there was a ripple in the space, and a skinny figure that was hidden in a purple robe appeared.
At the same time, an even more powerful Derivation Power directly destroyed Spring Autumn's attack, and all of it smashed onto his body.
Spring Autumn groaned, and his body flew back a few hundred feet. He only managed to stop after crashing into the huge bronze door.
He spat out a big mouthful of divine blood, and at the same time, the treasures that were enshrouded in purple light scattered all over the ground.
The young Emperor's expression froze. How could he not know what the treasures that fell out from Spring Autumn's arms were? He reached across the space, and the treasures that were scattered on the ground all fell into his hands.
"This is … You killed the Derived Immortal under the black mountain?!" The young Emperor's expression changed, and he waved his hand to kill Spring Autumn.
However, at this moment, Jian Wushuang suddenly blocked in front of Spring Autumn, and said indifferently, "I killed the Derived Immortal. It has nothing to do with him."
The young Emperor retracted his hand, and as if nothing had happened, he turned around and walked forward slowly with his hands behind his back.
"The mountain spirit that guarded the black mountain was in the realm of Derived Immortal. I really want to know, how did you kill him when you were chained?"
The Derivation Power suddenly surged violently in the deathly silent hall, and the skinny figure in the purple robe moved. He directly waved his hand and smashed it toward Jian Wushuang.
The Derivation Power that he had mastered to its peak didn't leak out at all, and it didn't even sweep through the air. However, the terrifying power that it contained made Jian Wushuang not dare to be careless, and he directly activated the Derivation Power to block it.
The seemingly ordinary palm directly pushed him back a few dozen feet, and the raging Derivation Power dissipated along with it.
Jian Wushuang suppressed the churning divine blood in his body, and just as he was about to fight again, the skinny figure in the purple robe stopped, turned around, and followed behind the young Emperor.
"You do have some skills. No wonder you could kill the Derived Immortal even when you were chained." The young Emperor slowly turned around, and his eyes moved.
"However, you have to know that the Derived Immortal from the black mountain was my right-hand man. You killed him, which means you cut off one of my arms. How should we settle this debt?"
Jian Wushuang didn't speak, but the Derivation Power in his body had already been adjusted to the peak. If they were to fight again, he was confident that he could severely injure the young Emperor.
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