“Hopefully,” Elder Zhuo Qiu sighed deeply as he watched Xu Zimo’s departing figure.
Then he muttered to himself, “The Ancient Times have long since ended… long, long ago.”
After leaving the courtyard, Xu Zimo’s brows remained furrowed.
“You got it that quickly?” Miss Jing was waiting inside the yard, looking at him in surprise.
“He gave it to me freely,” Xu Zimo nodded.
“You two know each other?” Miss Jing asked, astonished.
Xu Zimo didn’t answer. Instead, he stared at her intently.
“Who exactly are you?”
“What’s the matter with you?” Miss Jing laughed. “Am I not standing right in front of you? Why suddenly ask that?”
“Don’t worry. Gongyang Ce has never made a miscalculation,” Gongyang Ce said, his eyes flickering, then smiling. “Jing, go assist him. But don’t meddle with this Celestial Mechanism Formation.”
“Understood,” Miss Jing nodded slightly.
The two stood outside the courtyard, watching.
Gongyang Ce drained the last of the Immortal Brew, then raised both hands.
Immediately, a yin-yang fish diagram appeared across the ground.
The black and white fishes began to rotate endlessly.
“This is the Twin-Rites Yin-Yang God-Diagram,” Miss Jing explained softly. “It can evolve the heavenly mechanisms and calculate all things. Coupled with my master’s divination, it’s unique in the world, rest assured. But he rarely uses it, because once the heavenly evolution begins, he is utterly vulnerable. It’s the same as handing his life into another’s hands.”
Xu Zimo nodded, watching the changes of the Yin-Yang on the ground.
The yin-yang fishes slowly vanished. The earth turned gray and hazy, as though reverting to the chaos of creation itself.
The Twin-Rites Yin-Yang God-Diagram was ranked thirty-first among the Grand Thousand Treasures.
And in the field of divining fate, it was unmatched.
From the gray mist, a blazing sun appeared, followed by a vast stretch of sky.
It was as if the heavens above were mirrored within the Yin-Yang diagram.
Gongyang Ce waved his hand, his robe snapping loudly in the wind, and the ground began to transform.
The Azure Frontier, the Four Regions, the entire Mortal Ascension Heaven shrank countless times over, appearing within the diagram.
His gaze blazed as he stared at it.
“The Xuanyuan Clan!” he shouted. His aura erupted, surging mightily, twisting even the surrounding void.
Black and white energies gushed from the diagram.
“Celestial mechanism converges, celestial image arises!”
The energies swirled in the air, evolving with his incantation.
“Senior Mist Prime, I saw it with my own eyes, he went into this alley, no mistake. It was he who injured the Prince Golden-Wheel. Over just a few words, he nearly killed him. That man is ruthless.”
At that very moment, a clamor of voices rang out from the far end of the alley.
“Trouble you caused,” Miss Jing said, glancing at Xu Zimo.
“I’ll resolve it,” Xu Zimo said calmly.
Shadow Tyrant quivered faintly in his grip, as though hungering for blood.
“Xu, come out! Senior Mist Prime is here! Accept your death!” a thunderous voice roared from nearby.
The sound cracked like lightning through the void.
Many across Tranquil, and even North River City, heard it.
In this city, no one had dared stir up open battle in a long time.
Most who came here were hidden powerhouses. To disturb their peace was courting death.
But clearly, someone wasn’t afraid.
“What’s happening?” someone asked in confusion.
“You don’t know? The Prince Golden-Wheel was beaten half to death at Primeval Tower. The Grand Mist Mountain issued a pursuit order,” another explained.
“Then let’s go watch. Doesn’t this mean the Mist Prime Emperor himself will appear?”
A group approached from one end of the alley, stepping through the air.
Each carried a terrifying aura, wind roaring violently around them.
Most wore deep blue robes, clearly from the same faction.
Among them were a few familiar faces, scattered cultivators who had seen Xu Zimo at Primeval Tower.
At that moment, in Primeval Tower, Zhou Ming poured himself a cup of tea, standing by the window to watch.
Fairy Moon-Pluck stood beside him.
“Uncle.”
“Wenyuan, watch closely. This man may become your chance for revenge. He can only be a friend, never an enemy.”
“Wenyuan understands,” Fairy Moon-Pluck nodded slightly, looking toward the alley.
“It’s him!” someone cried, pointing at Xu Zimo.
At once, the blue-robed men sealed off the surroundings.
Among them stood a middle-aged man.
His eyes were clear, his green robe flowing. He stood eight feet tall, with a two-foot-long beard, bearing a striking resemblance to Guan Yu, a true bearded lord.
His hair was gray, his robe broad, sleeves draping past his arms.
The green-robed man frowned faintly, looking toward the courtyard.
After a pause, he chuckled.
“So, Gongyang Ce has actually activated the Twin-Rites Yin-Yang God-Diagram. Seems he’s seeking something extraordinary.”
He turned to the men around him.
“Encircle the courtyard. Without my order, no one is to step inside.”
“Yes!” the blue-robed men replied coldly in unison.
The green-robed man’s gaze fell upon Xu Zimo.
Xu Zimo said nothing. With a wave of his hand, he opened the passage to the God World.
From it burst countless beasts, including the ten great ancient God Beasts and hundreds of Dragon Gods, soaring into the air.
A flood of beastly might descended, vast and overwhelming.
“Guard this place. Anyone who dares intrude, kill!”