"Divine Gate’s Sect Master Yin Wuheng, his reputation terrifies the entire Eastern Continent—who doesn’t know of him," Xu Zimei said with a smile, pouring himself a cup of tea and laughing lightly.
"The younger generation these days is really impressive," the old man said, waving his hand as Hu Yingying slowly stepped back.
"Does Sect Master Yin have business with me?" Xu Zimei asked with a smile.
Yin Wuheng smiled and said, "I would like to borrow the Heaven-Devouring Blade from your sect. Rest assured, once used, it will absolutely be returned to its rightful owner."
Hearing Yin Wuheng’s words, Xu Zimei smiled, fiddling with the teacup in his hand, and remained silent.
The Heaven-Devouring Blade was a Great Emperor’s True Artifact left behind by the Great Emperor of the Three Blades; with his current position as the Saint Heir, it was not impossible to borrow it from the sect.
"I heard that young friend needs Nightmare Beasts?" Yin Wuheng smiled and said, "As long as you can lend the Heaven-Devouring Blade to me, I can give you as many Nightmare Beasts as you want.
You should understand, this Nightmare Beast is a rare creature, except for our Old Land, it’s very hard to find elsewhere."
"What do you want the Heaven-Devouring Blade for?" Xu Zimei asked with a smile.
"That, I must keep secret. It’s just a trade, after all," Yin Wuheng smiled and said, "Your sect will not lose anything, and young friend, you can gain great benefits from it."
"I’m sorry, but I no longer need any Nightmare Beasts," Xu Zimei shook his head and replied.
"Then, young friend, feel free to name your conditions," Yin Wuheng’s gaze sharpened as he then smiled.
"Well," Xu Zimei also smiled and said, "I rather fancy meeting the Divine Emperor himself."
Upon hearing Xu Zimei’s words, a massive holy power began to radiate from Yin Wuheng, shattering half the heaven and earth around him.
A thunderous boom echoed from the firmament, as boundless shockwaves spread through the air.
The teacup before him also instantly turned into powder, scattering in the air.
"The young friend must be joking. The Divine Emperor, our ancestor, has long since ascended to the Upper Realm. If young friend wishes to meet him, you can carry the Destiny of our age and seek him out yourself," Yin Wuheng said indifferently.
"Oh, then I must be mistaken," Xu Zimei said with a smile.
"What does the young friend mean?" Yin Wuheng asked sternly.
"Nothing much, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving now," Xu Zimei said with a smile and a sigh, "It’s just a pity for the fine tea."
Watching Xu Zimei getting ready to leave, the majestic aura around Yin Wuheng grew even more immense. Narrowing his eyes, he said, "Young friend, since you’ve come, don’t rush off. Perhaps we still have some accounts to settle."
"You can settle that with him," Xu Zimei pointed to the side, and a vast ripple appeared in the space there.
Mad Blood Old Demon stepped out from the ripples, with the aura of the Saint Vein Realm surging around him, his gaze devoid of any emotion.
"What is this thing? A spiritual body or a puppet," Yin Wuheng frowned, his fists shining with a dull yellow light, and he struck directly.
With just one punch, endless shockwaves dispersed around, and each took a step back.
Yin Wuheng had just been testing and was surprised to realize that the other’s strength was even stronger than he had expected.
"Oh, by the way, Sect Master Yin," Xu Zimei walked to the doorway, then suddenly turned his head and smiled, "When I have some free time, I’ll visit the Old Land and pay my respects to the Divine Emperor."
Watching Xu Zimei’s retreating back, Yin Wuheng’s brows furrowed even more deeply.
As for Mad Blood Old Demon, after he blew away Hu Yingying, who had hidden herself, with one punch, turning her into ash, he vanished into the space.
At that moment, several figures appeared out of thin air around Yin Wuheng, each radiating with tremendous holy power, full of imposing might.
"Sect Master, that kid is acting strange. I’ll go stop that puppet; you all catch him and interrogate him at leisure," the elder next to him spoke out.
"There is no need, he must have a stronger card up his sleeve, otherwise he wouldn’t be so calm. It’s not worth it," Yin Wuheng said, shaking his head slightly.
"Are we just going to let him leave like that?" Another elder next to him said unwillingly.
"That’s no longer important. What matters is that our plan might have been leaked," Yin Wuheng said with a heavy tone, "Let’s head back to the sect first, and let the elders decide."
Xu Zimei returned to the inn and leaned against the window, looking out at the night sky of Wu Geng.
The story of the Divine Emperor is well-known; he tried to rule the entire Yuan Central Continent and had also destroyed several Imperial Rule Immortal Sects.
But on that day, when three Great Emperors descended, no one knew the outcome of that great battle.
However, Xu Zimei had seen that Heaven Shaking battle in the fluctuations of the River of Fate.
Under the attack of the three Great Emperors, the Divine Emperor was almost blasted to death, and he had no choice but to self-detonate to preserve a glimmer of hope for survival.
The descent of those three Great Emperors had already come at a great cost, and they could not stay for too long.
In the end, the Divine Emperor barely escaped the calamity, but by that time, the Destiny he carried had already vanished, the Divine Fire extinguished, and the Divine Soul shattered.
Even if he survived, he ultimately could not ascend the path of the Great Emperor.
The changes in the River of Fate stopped there, and Xu Zimei did not know what happened to the Divine Emperor afterward.
But he could be certain of one thing—the Divine Emperor was still alive.
Perhaps he was the only Great Emperor still in existence in this world, even though this Great Emperor had long since lost the support of Destiny and was unable to enter the Taoism.
The morning in Mysterious Chi City, the night had not yet completely receded.
Xu Zimei, carrying Tyrant Shadow and riding atop the Dark Heaven Tiger, had already left the city gates and was heading towards Hundreds Miles City.
The morning light was stranded on the thick city walls, and the dust lay lazily on the ground.
The morning in Hundreds Miles City appeared especially bustling and lively, with crowds nearly filling the large city.
Sects from all directions had gathered here to celebrate the grand ceremony of the Saintess of the Baili Family.
Among them were not just ordinary sects but several Imperial Rule Immortal Sects as well.
Including the Taiyuan Heavenly Sect, Blood Nether Holy Sect, and families like the Dan Family and the Mo Family.
Hundreds Miles City was divided into inner and outer cities, with the inner city naturally housing the descendants of the Baili Family.
At this moment, in a particularly opulent room in the Baili Residence, Baili Xiao sat in front of a mirror, looking at her carefully adorned self with a scornful smile on her lips.
"You promised me, kill Xu Zimei, otherwise my lingering regret will haunt you for a lifetime, even if you carry Destiny, you will not be at peace."
Lin Yuqing laughed softly and said, "Don’t worry, I will let you witness his death before my eyes.
I have already secured the position of Saintess of the Baili Family, and for the True Martial Holy Sect, I have also made contact with the people from my master’s lineage.
Junior Sister Feihong has also promised me that once I return to the True Martial Holy Sect, I can regain the Flying Immortal Body.
From today on, I shall be known as Baili Xiao."
"I will always be watching you, until the day Xu Zimei dies, only then will I completely dissipate."