These five words were not only Evil Moon's doubts, but also Le Feng's doubts.
"Celestial Garment is not a blind person. There must be a reason for this …"
"But this is not the lower realm where Feiyang unified the three realms. How dare you … Could it be that Feiyang asked her to do this?"
…
Even though Le Feng had allowed his nephew to enter Rakshasa Prison because of the Blood Age Sutra, he still could not understand.
On one hand, he could not understand.
On the other hand …
As strong as he was, he could still erase time and space to observe any place in Rakshasa Prison. But when Celestial Garment brought Xie Tian into Rakshasa Prison, he had no choice but to look away.
"My Lu Family should not have set any rules with the Rakshasa Senate."
Murmuring to himself, he was about to leave his seat when …
"S-Senior, that's Rakshasa Prison!" Celestial Garment's father, Tenrō, stuttered.
Celestial Garment's mother, Dongfang Zhi, stared at him coldly. "Does Senior think that as the successor of the Evil Emperor, going to Rakshasa Prison is the best choice?"
Le Feng smiled at the two of them, then turned around and left after saying that.
"Don't worry."
Another word of worry.
But unlike before, when they had been driven mad by the word, the middle-aged man and woman were now silent because of it.
Wasn't that right?
Every time they worried about Celestial Garment, he would say "don't worry".
At first, they had thought that the word "don't worry" was extremely hypocritical.
Halfway through, they had thought that the word "don't worry" meant that he had the ability to reassure them.
Only now did they understand that it was not the senior who could reassure them, but Xie Tian himself.
"Could it be that he really has a way to survive in Rakshasa Prison …"
"Not only to survive, but to be able to walk out …"
"Unbelievable, unbelievable, my son-in-law …"
"Hmm?"
"It's not that I want to say this, but Zhi 'er, one lives and dies for him, and the other lives and dies for him. Can you even separate them?"
…
Dongfang Zhi was silent for a long time, and suddenly smiled mysteriously at Tenrō.
"Congratulations, Brother Tian."
"Uh, congratulate me for what?"
"Congratulations on having a son-in-law named Evil Emperor's successor. Your Tian family is really … blessed!"
…
The news that the heir of the Evil Emperor had entered the Rakshasa Prison when he was on the verge of death was immediately spread across Kunxu after the return of the Sect Masters Daozu.
It was a kind of victory.
As far as the cultivators were concerned, the successor of the Evil Emperor was forced into Rakshasa Prison.
Entering Rakshasa Prison was no different from dying.
This was something that even the mighty figures had approved of.
"Rumor has it that in ancient times, the Prison of Rakshasa and the Evil Emperor fell out with each other …"
"This isn't a rumor, it's a fact. Don't you see that there are only 12 clans that hold power in the Rakshasa Council of Elders?"
"Heh, he might as well have died in the hands of Lord Millet …"
"Speaking of Lord Millet … The heir of the Evil Emperor has killed seven emperors of the Heavenly Court!"
…
When the victory was built on the fact that almost sixty percent of the quasi-emperors and seven emperors of the ancient sects in Kunxu had died, Lord Millet's final pursuit was especially eye-catching.
However, Lord Millet wasn't happy when he returned to the Heavenly Court.
"I didn't see you die, so you're not dead."
This wasn't only his opinion, but also his evaluation of Xie Tian.
"Lord Millet, you forced him into the Rakshasa Prison and he's already dead," Cang Wen, the Sect Master of the Qitian Sect, who had arrived at the Heavenly Court earlier, said with a smile.
Lord Millet smiled gently and shook his head. "That's common sense."
"It's common sense …"
"But can Xie Tian be judged by common sense?"
Cang Wen agreed with this statement, but he didn't agree with saying the same thing about Xie Tian who was in the Rakshasa Prison.
"Dozens of Daozu are waiting for him at the entrance. He won't dare to come out," Cang Wen said. "Besides, humans are like lights in the night in the Rakshasa Prison. Unless he hides in a deserted place for the rest of his life, otherwise …"
Lord Millet smiled and didn't argue with Cang Wen anymore. He got up and said, "Sect Master Cang Wen, wait here for the Celestial Thearch's return."
"Thank you, Lord Millet." Cang Wen quickly bowed, but he couldn't help but look at Lord Millet. "Then, Lord Millet, you …"
"I'm going to the battlefield outside the country."
"But, didn't the rotation plan get delayed?"
"He will definitely get out of the Rakshasa Prison, so he will definitely appear in the battlefield outside the country."
Cang Wen's heart shuddered when he heard this.
"Your attitude towards him has also changed from giving credit to others to one that you can't forget about him …"
Then, Deputy Sect Master Zhuang Miao entered the hall.
"Sect Master, there's news from the west."
Cang Wen collected himself and asked faintly, "What is it?"
"Fan Li of the west's Outer Heavenly Palace has obstructed the destruction of the Yin Yang Sect."
"Hmm?" Cang Wen frowned. "What's he up to?"
Zhuang Miao shook his head with a wry smile. "According to him, the forefather of the Yin Yang Sect, Xiang Fu, is his long-lost brother."
"Hmph, ridiculous!" Cang Wen's eyes turned cold. "So the Yin Yang Sect that housed the Evil Emperor's heir hasn't been destroyed yet?"
"Fan Li fought to the death and only a sliver of his soul escaped, but …" Zhuang Miao sighed with a baffled expression. "The other two Daozu of the Outer Heavenly Palace who've been in seclusion have appeared and obstructed us …"
"It's just a small matter. Do as you see fit!"
Cang Wen couldn't be bothered to listen any further and left with a wave of his hand.
Zhuang Miao stared blankly at the sect master's back, a wry smile on his face.
"There's one more thing I haven't reported … I'm curious. Fan Li, with only a sliver of his soul, has fallen from the dao immortal realm, so why is he still laughing at the last moment …"
Not only was Fan Li able to laugh, he was even laughing loudly in the forbidden grounds of the Outer Heavenly Palace, praising the young lord for being worthy of his title.
Standing by the Outer Heavenly Spirit Pool, Vice Palace Master Shui Xi understood.
Because just now, he had personally described the battle of the Burial Ground, vividly and vividly.
However, he didn't agree with Fan Li's maniacal laughter.
"Venerated One, should we, should we express our anger?"
"Anger?" Fan Li asked amidst his laughter. "Why should we?"
"After all, the young lord was forced into the Rakshasa Prison. Shouldn't we be united against a common enemy?"
"Haha!" Fan Li roared with laughter. "Do you think that the Outer Heavenly Palace should march into the Rakshasa Prison to save the young lord?"
It would be best if that was the case.
Shui Xi lowered his head and thought so.
"That's because you don't know how powerful the young lord and his family are!"
Fan Li's remnant soul had gradually grown stronger due to the nourishment of the Outer Heavenly Spirit Pool, and his voice had become much louder.
"The young lord is in the Rakshasa Prison, which only means one thing!"
Shui Xi hurriedly asked, "What is it?"
"The Rakshasa Prison is going to be out of luck!"
Creak …
The blood-colored wooden door opened wide.
To Xie Yue's astonishment, Xie Tian, who hadn't turned into a Rakshasa Prison, swept a glance at the dozen or so Rakshasa Prison guards outside the door, then looked into the distance and spoke softly.
"I'm new here, and I'd like to ask how to get to the offworld battlefield from my home."
Humans.
New here.
My home.
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