Daoist Six Yang's face was livid, but his eyes were sharp.
Jian Wushuang's movements were erratic, and the space in the arena was under his control.
"How is that possible? He's only a Dao Lord. How can he control the origin of space?"
Many Emperors were speechless.
The origin of space!
Many Dao Lords didn't even know what it was, let alone control it.
"The people on Tombstone Mountain are indeed extraordinary!"
Those who wanted to see Jian Wushuang's true strength now understood the difference between heaven and earth.
"Brother Nine Swords, I'm afraid the Thirteen Taia Swords of Shangqing Palace will be defeated by this young friend."
Although he should be mocking Shangqing Palace now, Daoist Six Yang couldn't bring himself to do so.
With a thought, a blood-red medallion hovering in his essence began to spin, recording what had just happened and transmitting it to a certain hall in the depths of the north.
"An inheritor is suspected to have been found!"
In an ancient palace deep in the north.
An arm that was about to wither suddenly moved.
Under the illumination of the sunlight, the withered face of the owner of the arm was revealed. His face was even scarier than Guardian Pallbearer's.
Guardian Pallbearer was lifeless, but at least he looked like a human.
This withered old man didn't even look like a human. His body was like dry wood, and his face was ashen. Even the outline of his face was almost buried by dust.
"Little Six sent a message!"
The withered old man moved his arm slightly and spun the lamp.
There was a message and an image on it.
After seeing everything, the old man's eyes shone brightly.
"An inheritor!"
Poof!
A powerful aura began to rise. The skinny old man straightened his body in an instant, and his entire person became full of energy.
"Oh, after countless eras, has the True God Palace finally opened?" The withered old man's eyes were like torches that could see through everything.
Gurgle!
The withered old man's body began to change. Streams of flesh and blood energy rose from the abyss below.
His divine body also gradually broke through. Ten thousand times, twenty thousand times, thirty thousand times, fifty thousand times.
Finally, he reached sixty-eight thousand times.
After his divine body recovered completely, the old man's physical body started to fall off. Only a phantom of a divine body was left.
In the abyss, a fresh body slowly rose up.
"This mortal body can guarantee your survival for three days. Even if First White comes, you can still escape. Remember to guard your bottom line and awaken your true spirit. Once he attacks, I won't be able to save you."
The voice in the abyss was very low as it cautiously warned the skinny old man.
At this moment, the withered old man's vitality was renewed. The phantom of his God Body entered his body and soared up. He clenched his fists and the formidable energy filled his entire body.
"It's been a long time since I've had this feeling. Three days should be enough."
"Be careful!"
"We, the Nakas, will remember this kindness!"
At the same time, hundreds of figures appeared in the Northern Region, the Heaven Realm, and the Four Great Secret Realms at the same time. These people were the same as the skinny elder.
"Hmph! The White Sovereign King is lucky that his successor has appeared in the north! "
"Ahhhh!"
Countless people received the message. Unfortunately, the White Sovereign King was the only one in the Northern Region.
The White Sovereign King, who had recovered his peak strength, soared into the sky. To him, it only took six hours to travel from the depths of the Northern Region to the Flow Region.
If he took the teleportation array, it would be much faster. However, the teleportation array had the universe's space origin. The one overseeing it was a true spirit. He would probably be discovered the moment he entered.
He was very clear about the true spirit's strength.
The incident in the Myriad Repository Forest had made these old fellows even more vigilant.
"My Nakas will rise again. The True God Hall will not be able to restrain us."
The White Sovereign King!
A powerful deity who had dominated the world in the ancient era. His strength far exceeded the average rank six, and he had already reached the pinnacle.
However, in the True God Hall, he could not break through if he could not leave. The origin of the True God Hall was constantly corroding him. He had no choice but to abandon his physical body and origin, and walk the path of the divine body.
Now that his divine body was sixty thousand times stronger, although it could only last for three days, it was enough.
After the White Sovereign King left, the abyss below the ancient palace began to collapse.
Under the abyss, a huge eye appeared, and then began to dim.
"I can't place too much hope on these fools. I have to start my other plans. I really miss the time in the Giant God Clan!"
The huge eye finally disappeared.
Within the Prime Clarity Palace, Jian Wushuang walked towards the Tide Viewing Pavilion calmly. He did not know that a supreme expert would descend upon this place in six hours for him.
With Yang Sanmu's strength, he would probably fall in a single exchange.
Even if the Prime Clear Grand Master acted, he would not be able to last more than a few rounds.
Before the terror descended, Jian Wushuang had a premonition in his heart. He felt that something was missing, but he was unable to deduce it.
After returning to the Tide Viewing Pavilion, he chatted with those Monarch experts for a while before returning to his seat.
"Senior Yang, after seizing the golden sword, let's return! There doesn't seem to be anything special here. "Jian Wushuang secretly transmitted.
That uncomfortable feeling in his heart had indeed affected his decision.
His original plan was to check out the other places of the Prime Clarity Palace after seizing the golden sword. Now that there was no need for that, it was better to return early.
Yang Sanmu naturally did not have any questions. He replied via voice transmission that there was no problem at all.
Jian Wushuang nodded and did not say anything else. When he looked towards the arena, he saw that Devil overlord, Daoist Six Yang, wearing a smile on his face as he chatted with a Monarch. Nothing could be seen at all.
However, he felt that this Devil overlord was watching him at all times.
After a glance, he looked towards the arena again.
Daoist Six Yang was chatting with the Monarch beside him on the surface, but he was secretly shocked.
He did not know why Jian Wushuang had looked at him earlier.
Looking directly at a Monarch was a great disrespect. Even if Jian Wushuang had a high status, he should know this and would normally not look directly at Monarch experts.
If Jian Wushuang had looked at him because he had just transmitted a message, that would be too terrifying.
The method of transmitting messages was personally taught to him by the Sky Devil Sect Master. He had once told him that this method of transmitting messages would not be discovered even in front of the Temple Master, let alone a rank 6 Monarch.
That was why he dared to transmit messages so boldly.
"No matter what, this Jian Wushuang won't live for long. Tomb God Mountain? Hmph, it's just a joke. Only idiots like him would know! "Daoist Six Yang sneered in his heart.
He knew much more than these people.
He knew a lot about the inheritors, the True God Hall, and even the True Gods.
Most importantly, he knew where he was.
He also knew where he was going!
Now that he knew this, he had a bigger goal in mind.
For this goal, he would not rest until he died.
(End of Chapter)
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