Labyrinth
The Xuanyue Clan was led by the Xuanyue Cult. Li Xuanyue was the strongest of the three Saints of the Xuanyue Clan and was said to be in the top three. However, Li Xuanyue rarely showed himself in public. The daily affairs of the Xuanyue Clan were usually handled by Everlasting Zhan.
Compared to Everlasting Zhan, Li Xuanyue was so low-key that it was as if he didn't exist.
Emperor Hanqing glanced at Li Xuanyue and didn't make things difficult for Everlasting Zhan. "Today, I'm here to discuss the matter of forming the Alliance."
"The Rich Clan Alliance has always existed, and Brother Emperor Qing is a member of it. Now that the Chun Jun Grand Sage is dead, if the Saints of the Rich Clan Alliance are willing to recognize you as their leader, it will be a joyous occasion. Let me congratulate Brother Emperor Qing first," Li Xuanyue said politely to Emperor Hanqing.
Emperor Hanqing smiled. "In addition, I want all the Noble Clans to join the Alliance."
When the Sages outside the alliance heard this, they frowned slightly.
Emperor Hanqing had said this before, but they only treated it as a joke.
But with those Paramita Realm experts to rely on, this wasn't something that could be laughed at.
Li Xuanyue said calmly, "The Alliance is only a product of the Saints. If Brother Emperor Hanqing wants everyone to join, I'm afraid it won't be good."
Emperor Hanqing glanced at Everlasting Zhan and the other Saint of the Sword Race, Jian Wuhen. "It won't be good for those who don't want to join. As I said before, the Noble Floating Island will only have one Alliance. If you don't want to join, then leave the Sea of Time."
Li Xuanyue's expression froze when she heard this in front of everyone.
The other Saints looked even more gloomy.
Emperor Hanqing was indeed arrogant. After gaining power, he became even more vicious than Dongfang Chunjun.
"Joining the Wealthy Clan Alliance is a matter of great importance. There are many factions in my Xuanyue Clan. I can't make the decision alone. Can I give Brother Chunjun an answer another day?" Li Xuanyue asked again. Under such circumstances, he couldn't reject Emperor Hanqing directly.
"Sure." Emperor Hanqing looked at Jian Wuhen.
Jian Wuhen's face had been dark ever since he arrived at the Sage Hall. After all, a Sage from the Sword Race had just been killed. How could he look good?
"How does the Sword Race plan to answer me?" Emperor Hanqing asked.
Jian Wuhen forced a smile. "The Sword Race is the same as the Xuanyue Clan. I need to return to Ruo Mu. I'm afraid it will take some time."
Emperor Hanqing looked at the other Saints and said, "It looks like you won't be able to give me an answer today."
"I still have to answer to the Clan members...."
"Those elders of my clan are stubborn. I'm afraid I'll have to persuade them for a while …"
"......"
Emperor Hanqing's.
Everyone knew that the Sage was the core existence of a wealthy family. His words carried enormous weight. These old fellows were all following Li Xuanyue's lead and finding excuses to stall for time.
Qing Emperor sneered, "Alright, I'll give you a month. I hope you don't disappoint me. Otherwise, don't blame me."
The Saints Emperor Hanqing's Emperor. by Emperor Emperor Emperor Hanqing.
Just as Jian Wuhen was about to leave, Emperor Hanqing said, "Brother Wuhen, please wait."
Jian Wuhen's face darkened. "Emperor Hanqing, what do you want?"
"It's not me. Brother Pang Miao is looking for the Sword Race." Emperor Hanqing smiled.
Pang Miao looked down at Jian Wuhen from above the Sacred Halls and asked proudly, "Ruo Mu is not a place of attack. It was created by A Thought of Good and Evil, right?"
Jian Wuhen's heart sank when he heard Pang Miao's words.
The Sword Race didn't know the origin of the Forbidden Land. It was only after Yu Taibai and Luo Zheng's appearance that the Sword Race learned of its secrets.
Although Elder Yuan had never shown his true appearance in the Sword Tribe, Yuan Chengdao had used Ruo Mu to create the entire non-offensive zone. This was almost a natural barrier for the Sword Tribe and also one of the foundations of the Sword Tribe. Yuan Chengdao's role could not be underestimated.
"The Sword Race doesn't know anything about One Thought of Good and Evil," Jian Wuhen said.
Pang Miao smiled. "This Thought of Good and Evil is Yuan Chengdao's True Dao. All these years, he's been hiding under Ruo Mu. That's for sure. I'll have to trouble you to lead the way."
"That's … not so good. The Sword Race …" Jian Wuhen tried to think of an excuse to refuse Pang Miao.
Pang Miao said, "Yuan Chengdao has trapped us for so many years. Some grudges need to be settled. I'm not negotiating with the Sword Race. The Forbidden Land can stop the Saints, but it can't stop us. If you don't like it, I don't mind wiping the Sword Race off the face of the Realm of the Gods."
Pang Miao's voice was calm. It didn't sound like he was deciding the fate of the second most powerful race in the Realm of the Gods. It was as if he was just wiping out an insignificant fly.
Jian Wuhen clenched his teeth. Facing Pang Miao's hidden threat, he could only choose to compromise.
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Compared to the people on the floating island, the Immortal Abode was still immersed in a peaceful atmosphere.
After making a trip to the Outer Realm, Luo Xiao's heart calmed down a little.
If Luo Xiao's previous thoughts were to deliberately fight against the Wealthy Alliance, now he had to consider how they could safely get through the next few years.
"Father, you told Elder Jin and the others that the Saint Mountain was about to descend and that I had a mission. What did that mean?" Luo Zheng asked.
At that time, Luo Zheng had also been suspicious.
Sainthood would not have a significant effect on Luo Zheng's strength. After all, they were facing the Xuan Yuan Guards who had crossed the Nirvana Realm.
"I don't know either." Luo Xiao smiled faintly.
Hearing his father's answer, Luo Zheng had a strange expression on his face.
Seeing his son's expression, Luo Xiao smiled and said, "Even your mother doesn't know your grandfather's true intentions in building this ship. As a father, I can only guess. Do you still remember the maze on the Path of Despair?"
Luo Zheng nodded.
On the last section of the Path of Despair, Luo Zheng had stepped into a huge maze.
After spending four months and experiencing countless failures, Luo Zheng had finally passed through the maze. Miraculously, the maze had been left in his mind ever since.
Afo had once told Luo Zheng that the maze had been left behind by the Saint Clan. It was extremely important. Master had copied it from his memories. The real maze was many times larger than this maze.
But after being in the Realm of the Gods for so long, this maze had never been used.
Now that his father had mentioned the Saint Mountain and the maze, Luo Zheng's eyes lit up. He asked, "Father, you're saying that the maze is in the Saint Mountain?"
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