Everybody in Zhaoge City was evacuating, but the royal palace remained quiet.
The people in the royal palace didn't leave for a reason, both mentally and rationally.
It was also because the royal palace was protected by the Great Formation set up by the seven major sects, which could even defend against a strike from the Heavenly Arrival State.
Knowing all this didn't mean that they could get rid of all their fears. Another earthquake occurred. The beams and pillars in the palace creaked, and the dust rose slightly. Countless palace servant girls screamed in the royal palace. The screams didn't die down until the eunuchs walking among the halls scolded them sternly.
The magic army stood on the wall of the royal palace with the divine crossbows in their hands, watching the surroundings vigilantly, paying no attention to what was happening behind them.
The royal palace was as quiet as a graveyard without any sound, and it was frightening.
Standing in front of the grand hall, Royal Concubine Hu showed a hint of fear on her face as she looked at the changing clouds in the sky.
She didn't know what had happened in Zhaoge City, but something serious must have happened since the Great Formation of the royal palace had been activated.
"Please continue, Your Highness," Gu Qing's voice rang out not far away.
Royal Concubine Hu turned around and saw her son squatting by the window, ready to punch. She couldn't help but feel startled.
She walked to the side of Gu Qing and asked in a low voice, "Mister Gu, should we … postpone today?"
"The most important step on the path of Cultivation is to hold fast to the Dao Heart. Even if the royal palace collapses in front of you, you have to remain calm and steady."
Gu Qing's voice was very calm, like the spring water on Shenmo Peak.
Royal Concubine Hu admired him very much, thinking that he was indeed an immortal master of Aoyama. He was so calm even though he knew something serious was happening in Zhaoge City.
She didn't know that Gu Qing was extremely nervous even though he looked calm. If he didn't clench his fists tightly behind his back, he would have started trembling.
The sudden earthquake in Zhaoge City, the activation of the Great Formation of the royal palace, and the chaotic energy in the sky … Jing Jiu vaguely guessed that it had something to do with his Master, whom he hadn't seen for a long time. How could he not be worried?
To conceal his feelings, Gu Qing focused more on teaching Prince Jing Yao in Cultivation.
Royal Concubine Hu watched by the side, feeling more and more uneasy.
A eunuch reported in a low voice. She knew that the people outside the royal palace were being evacuated, so she couldn't help but leave in a hurry.
All the eunuchs and palace maids were ordered to stay in their respective halls and were not allowed to go out without permission. The Imperial Palace was especially quiet.
It didn't take long before she arrived at the main hall of the palace. She bowed to the bright yellow figure and said, "Your Majesty …"
"I know what you want to say. Don't worry, it's not a big deal. If there's really something, I can't leave."
The Emperor walked past her and came to the front of the hall, looking at the rising sun in the distance.
The morning light fell on his beautiful face, and his eyes emitted a strange light. His royal aura was vast and mighty, just like the rising sun.
Looking at the back of the Emperor, the admiration in Royal Concubine Hu's eyes seemed to overflow.
She didn't say anything else. She walked to the Emperor's side and stood there quietly, looking extremely obedient.
The Divine Emperor reached out and stroked her head.
Royal Concubine Hu laughed out and rubbed her head against the Emperor's palm, looking extremely adorable.
Suddenly, the ground shook again, and a creaking sound came from the depths of the hall.
Even with the protection of the formation, it was still like this. One could imagine how shocking the tremors outside the palace must be.
Royal Concubine Hu's face turned slightly pale. She reached out her hand reflexively and grabbed the Emperor's sleeve.
The Emperor glanced at her affectionately, and summoned his spiritual will slightly. An object rolled out from his sleeve and landed in Royal Concubine Hu's hand.
The object was round and looked like an egg, but its outer shell exuded a jade-like glow, looking extremely beautiful and marvelous.
Royal Concubine Hu asked in surprise, "What is this?"
"This is the jade egg of the Rosefinch," said the Emperor.
Royal Concubine Hu was startled.
The Rosefinch was a kind of divine bird. Like the Old Dragon and the Unicorn of Zhongzhou School and the Round Turtle of the Aoyama Sect, they were all the most ancient and highest state beings.
The last Rosefinch in Chaotian had died ten thousand years ago due to the heavenly fire. Unexpectedly, it had left an egg behind.
Thinking that there might be a small Rosefinch in the egg, Royal Concubine Hu felt extremely nervous. Her hands trembled slightly as she yelled, "What are you doing to me? Take it back."
Feeling anxious, she didn't even call the Emperor "Your Majesty". Instead, she sat up together like she did last night.
The Emperor laughed heartily, saying, "You keep it warm for this emperor, and let's see when it will come out."
Royal Concubine Hu calmed down a bit, and said angrily, "I'm a fox; I don't know how to hold a nest."
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On the second level of the Fiend Prison, the night was as dark as ink, and it was hard to see anything; but for some beings, this place was no different from daytime.
The old man transformed from the spiritual soul of the Old Dragon hovered in the sky, his cloth ruffling slightly.
Looking at Jing Jiu lying on the ground, he said with a cruel and satisfied expression in his eyes, "I've finally caught you, the mosquito …"
With the help of the Underworld Sword Fairy, Jing Jiu appeared and disappeared from time to time, and his whereabouts were hard to detect. Every time he appeared, he would use the iron sword to damage a part of the Fiend Prison, which was to injure the Old Dragon once.
This was similar to the style of the mosquito.
In addition to the cruel and satisfied expression, the eyes of the old man also contained two emotions: greed and resentment.
The greed was because he wanted to eat Jing Jiu immediately, and the resentment was because … he felt really uncomfortable at the moment.
The Fiend Prison was full of cuts made by Jing Jiu with the iron sword, which were equivalent to wounds.
In comparison to the formidable body of the Old Dragon, these wounds were not worth mentioning, and the poison on the iron sword wouldn't be able to kill him even after a thousand years.
Yet, those wounds were very painful after being corroded by the pond water, and they were extremely itchy.
At the moment, he was like an elephant with many cuts on the tree branches, and those ants were drilling into those cuts.
Of course, Jing Jiu was in a terrible condition, much worse than the old man's.
Jing Jiu had lost a great deal of blood after being struck by countless bolts of lightning. His entire body was scorched black, with the bright electric sparks still remaining on his body. He was on the brink of death.
The old man landed in front of Jing Jiu. Seeing Jing Jiu's terrible condition, he felt extremely satisfied, yelling, "I'm the divine dragon. Once I get angry …"
His voice came to an abrupt halt.
Satisfaction usually came from the pain of the enemy.
Since the old man couldn't sense the pain of Jing Jiu, the satisfaction he felt had soon disappeared, replaced by a faint pain.
Jing Jiu looked terrible indeed, even worse than the failed Thunder-Soul Wood. He was like the firewood in the village that had been soaked by the rain and burned in the stove for two days and one night.
Yet, the expression in his eyes was still as calm as before.
Even though his eyes looked a bit dimmer because of the loss of vitality, they were still as calm as a lake.
His expression was still as calm as a lake.
He was lying on the ground, but he seemed to be looking down at the old man.
Even though he was begging for food, he was still a noble young master.
As long as he could keep his eyes open, he didn't care about you.
This was probably the feeling.
Seeing Jing Jiu behaving in such a manner, the old man felt inexplicably angry, yelling sternly, "Beg me! Beg me to give you a quick death! "
"Haven't you figured out that what I'm asking for is not a quick death, but time?" Jing Jiu retorted.
If he wanted a quick death, he wouldn't have chosen to use the Underworld Fairy Sword to contend with the Old Dragon and suffer so much pain.
He would have chosen a more risky and aggressive method in order to escape from the predicament.
As such, he had been stalling for time, waiting for those things to happen and that person to show up.
The old man said in a mocking tone, "The Fiend Prison is shaken, and all the swordsmen of Chaotian will come to Zhaoge City. Even if you wait until the helper shows up, you will still die for sure."
"If you knew who I was waiting for, you might change your mind," said Jing Jiu.
Upon hearing this, the expression on the old man's face changed abruptly, and he abruptly turned around to look at the deepest part of the darkness.
That was the lower level of the Fiend Prison, a place he couldn't even sense.
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