Yang Xuan smiled and asked, "You're a good emperor. Why did you have to be Sky Wolf, second on the Mortal Ranking? Is it okay to fight to the death?"
"I'm willing!" Xiang Donglai said.
Yang Xuan shook his head and glanced at the palace. "There's another emperor in the palace."
"Fake, made by the Ice Palace."
"Why did Beijiang Ice Palace interfere in Gu Zhen's affairs?"
"Same as you," Xiang Donglai said.
"Heaven-Opening Scripture?" Yang Xuan's eyes narrowed.
Xiang Donglai nodded, but his body suddenly swayed.
"How are you?" Yang Xuan asked.
"I'm still holding on!" Xiang Donglai said, "The people from Beijiang Ice Palace came here for the Heaven-Opening Scripture, but I didn't give it to them."
"So …" Yang Xuan didn't finish his sentence.
"Yes, so they killed me."
Yang Xuan pursed his lips. Killed?
That was the right word.
"Just tell me, where is it? Why do you have the Heaven-Opening Scripture? "Yang Xuan asked.
"It was passed down from my ancestors," Xiang Donglai said. "I don't know the exact origin, but I know it's very important."
"How do you know I'm looking for the Heaven-Opening Scripture?" Yang Xuan asked.
"Your subordinates said that the Sacred Mountain was also looking for the Heaven-Opening Scripture, but they were all killed by Beijiang Ice Palace."
Yang Xuan nodded. He wasn't surprised. There was still no news from the people sent by the Fourth Guard. He had already expected that they were doomed.
Beijiang Ice Palace?
Haha!
Yang Xuan's expression was cold.
"As for the location of the Heaven-Opening Scripture," Xiang Donglai seemed proud. "You know."
"I know?" Yang Xuan was puzzled.
"I already gave it to you." Xiang Donglai smiled like an old fox.
Looking at the smug Xiang Donglai, Yang Xuan suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
"That small town?"
Xiang Donglai nodded. "Let's go and clean up the trash in the palace first. Oh right, transform into my appearance. I'll give you Gu Zhen Kingdom. "
"You're so generous!" Yang Xuan gave him a thumbs up.
"I don't have any children. Instead of benefiting others, I'd rather give it to you." Xiang Donglai said indifferently, "After that, you can find a chance to pass the throne to yourself. Then it will be perfectly justifiable."
"Can I find someone else?" Yang Xuan asked.
"Whatever. Just don't let those bastards from the Ice Palace take advantage of you."
Yang Xuan looked at Xiang Lai's figure that was becoming fainter and fainter. After thinking for a while, he extracted a strand of Death Qi from the Yellow Springs and sent it over.
There was no effect.
"Don't bother. In order to wait for you, I transformed myself into a special state. It's not a complete soul, so there's no cure," Xiang Donglai said nonchalantly.
Yang Xuan withdrew his death aura and did not say anything.
"Alright, I'm done. I should go. Those bastards from the Ice Palace all have Cold Qi, so they're easy to recognize." Xiang Donglai's figure became even fainter, as if he would disappear at any moment.
"I still have two questions," Yang Xuan said after thinking for a while.
"Hurry up and ask. There's not enough time." Xiang Donglai's voice began to become indistinct.
"What is the Heaven-Opening Scripture? What's its use? "
"I don't know. Next!" Xiang Donglai's answer was very straightforward.
Yang Xuan paused. After taking a breath, he asked, "How old are you?"
Xiang Donglai did not answer this question. His figure had already begun to disappear.
Vaguely, there seemed to be a voice:
The horses of the Ancient Path of the Residual Sun are slow. Xiang Donglai comes. Cicadas cry in the high willows. A storm rises outside Thousand Mountain Island. Where do you go? On the Autumn Wind Plains, a sword breaks the dawn …
The voice gradually dissipated until it could no longer be heard.
Yang Xuan did not move. He stood in place for a very, very long time.
After an unknown period of time, he suddenly smiled. There was a trace of hidden sadness in his smile.
"I forgot to invite you to drink. Fine, then I'll use human lives and blood to pay tribute to you. Walk slowly. Wait."
…
In the huge bedroom of the Gu Zhen Imperial Palace, the Emperor was not sleeping.
"Guards!"
"Your Majesty!"
The eunuch on duty shuddered and quickly knelt in front of the Emperor.
"Go and ask the State Preceptor to come here."
"Yes, Your Majesty!" The eunuch retreated. Not long after, he returned with a white-haired old man behind him.
"All of you, leave!" the Emperor said in a deep voice.
After the eunuchs and palace maids in the main hall left, the Emperor walked over and bowed to the old man.
"Master!"
"Why are you looking for me in the middle of the night?" the white-haired old man asked.
"Master, I don't know why, but I keep feeling apprehensive tonight. It's as if there's danger approaching," the Emperor said hesitantly.
A trace of seriousness appeared on the old man's face. "Tell me in detail. What's going on?"
He knew this disciple of his the best. He was born with a heaven-defying spiritual sense that could predict danger in advance.
This kind of spiritual sense had already been tested several times, and it never failed.
"It's a feeling. It's as if something very dangerous is approaching." There was a trace of worry in the Emperor's voice. "This kind of danger can endanger my life."
The white-haired old man thought for a moment and asked, "Have you used the Art of Utmost Sincerity?"
The Art of Utmost Sincerity could predict the future. The so-called Art of Utmost Sincerity was a kind of spiritual prediction technique in the Ice Palace. It could predict some things to a certain extent. This kind of special technique could only be cultivated by people with strong spiritual power. Therefore, the number of people who were successful in cultivating the Art of Utmost Sincerity could be counted on one hand in the Northern Border Ice Palace.
"I've used it." The Emperor nodded.
"What did you see?" the old man asked.
The Emperor's expression became very strange. His face even started to turn pale. However, he hesitated and did not speak.
"What did you see?" The old man felt that something was wrong.
The Emperor hesitated again and said in a low voice, "I saw blood and fire. There was a lot of blood. There were many people in the pool of blood. Among them …"
The Emperor hesitated and looked at the old man without speaking.
The old man was stunned and asked, "Me?"
The Emperor's face turned even paler. He nodded.
The old man took a deep breath. After a while, he asked again, "What about the others?"
"I was alone. I couldn't see clearly!" The Emperor said.
The old man did not speak again. After a moment of silence, he suddenly said, "Let's go. We'll go find the Ancestor."
At this moment, a voice sounded.
"Art of Utmost Sincerity? The Art of Utmost Sincerity can predict the future? So there really is such a special technique in the world? "
"Who?" The old man turned pale with fright. He suddenly turned around and saw a faint figure standing outside the main hall.
The old man's vigilance was raised to the highest level. However, he did not notice that the face of the Emperor's disciple beside him had turned pale.
"The Ice Palace's special technique is indeed interesting." Yang Xuan stood with his hands behind his back. There was no sadness or joy in his voice as he strolled leisurely.
"Who are you?" The old man's hand began to shine with ice crystals as he asked sternly.
"Someone who pays a debt. I owe someone a debt. I have to come."
"What debt?" The old man's entire hand was covered in ice crystals. The main hall was filled with cold air. At the same time, a trace of ice crystal left his finger and mysteriously disappeared into the air.
"A debt of human life. Your lives!" Yang Xuan said indifferently. At the same time, he looked at the place where the ice crystal disappeared. The corners of his mouth seemed to curl into a smile.
"How dare you. Do you know who I am?" The old man's entire body seemed to have turned into a huge ice cube. The temperature in the main hall dropped again, and the ground began to freeze.
Yang Xuan flicked his finger, and after flicking away the ice shards at the corner of his sleeve, he said indifferently, "I know. You're from the Northern Ice Palace, one of the four Divine Regions."
"Since you know, aren't you afraid of the Ice Palace's anger?"
"Have you sent out the signal for help?" Yang Xuan looked at his finger and said indifferently, "If you're done, then be on your way. There are still people waiting for you."
"Die!" The old man shouted angrily. Bringing with him endless ice and snow, he rushed over.
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