Chapter 483: Resonance of the Primordial Tribulations

A booming sound echoed by his ears, like a great bell exploding.

Before him, endless bursts of dazzling golden light exploded, radiating an unmatched brilliance!

The vast chaos of heaven and earth…

The Primordial Nine Tribulations!

Li Che’s heart trembled as astonishment flashed in his eyes. The Primordial Nine Tribulations… Did they mean there were nine kinds of primordial calamities?!

For the longest time, Li Che had never quite understood what the Primordial Nine Tribulations truly were…

Based on the current calamities, no clear categorization could be made. They spoke of the five elements, yet there was also a Primordial Wind Tribulation.

“Nine tribulations…”

“And what is this vast chaos of heaven and earth?”

Li Che was engulfed in confusion.

Floating above, as if his spirit had detached from his body, he gazed down at his physical form and saw the Calamity Wheel. Five colored segments occupied most of its circumference, yet four spots remained vacant.

The Calamity Wheel was incomplete and fragmented.

Naturally, this was because the Primordial Nine Tribulations had not yet converged!

To complete the Calamity Wheel, nine Dao Fruits must reach the fifth transformation stage.

For Li Che, this was no small feat. Some Dao Fruits were particularly stubborn – for instance, the [Dream Celestial] Dao Fruit was still only at level 4.

Take XiXi’s eight-year-old freshly awakened [Space-Time Golden Wheel] Dao Fruit; Li Che wasn’t even sure how to advance its maturity.

He didn’t even know the method to boost its maturity – reaching level 5 seemed an endless wait.

“But that might be a blessing. At least now I know the Primordial Calamities number nine… Once I gather all nine, I can perfect my Calamity Wheel. And with the primordial tribulations within it enhanced – perhaps when they hit 100%, my strength will soar to the pinnacle of the Immortal stage.”

Seated in Mo City’s Fengdu, as dark rain cascaded from the Heavenly Dome accompanied by gentle winds, his eyes shimmered while he murmured softly.

Returning from the Dao Tribulation Space, Li Che felt an overwhelming, transcendent joy—a beauty that resonated deep within his soul.

Another Dao Fruit had transformed to level 7, achieving the fifth transformation.

For Li Che, this marked a milestone in his progress.

“I once witnessed many Dao Fruit masters during the fifth transformation, lamenting the difficulty of undergoing nine transformations… But I’m different. I possess numerous Dao Fruits. And should some fail to complete the nine transformations…”

“I can trigger a qualitative leap through sheer quantity.”

Li Che stood up as his muscles and bones vibrated. Threads of demonic aura intertwined with golden, misty streams of vital energy, making his physical body appear ever more mysterious and formidable.

It was as if the forms of both demonic immortals and martial immortals had fused perfectly!

The demon race naturally boasted robust flesh; they could achieve immensely powerful physical forms without any special refining, rivaling even gods and demons.

Of course, Li Che was not a demon – he simply had a demonic-immortal physique. Coupled with his Martial Immortal Golden Body, his flesh was both incredibly strong and nearly indestructible, making it hard for even ordinary martial deities to break through his defenses.

Boom—

Standing in Mo City, Li Che’s formidable body exuded a terrifying magnetic field, warping the surrounding space as if the very void was being affected.

Hum—

Behind him, the Primordial Calamity Wheel manifested. In an instant, an aura reminiscent of world-destroying force surged forth. Within the wheel, the intensities of various primordial tribulations varied.

Take the Primordial Dragon Elephant Flame – Li Che had honed it most extensively, capturing its essence to 40% strength.

Thus, on the Primordial Calamity Wheel, it naturally appeared much more dominant.

Buzz, buzz, buzz—

With the appearance of the Calamity Wheel, the entire Fengdu in Mo City sprang to life. There was the sear of flames, the murmur of winds, the trickle of water, and the clashing of metal and stone.

Even the once lifeless Fengdu of Mo City burst forth in vibrant colors at that moment.

Extending his arms and with a roar rising from his spine, the Calamity Wheel immediately re-integrated into his being.

As the Calamity Wheel coalesced, Li Che’s Martial Immortal will was refined and transformed, becoming even more potent, resilient, and indestructible.

His gaze swept across. Like a relentless gale, his Martial Immortal will sensed that many Spiritual Confinement essences within Mo City had, after their feast, taken seat and were refining their energy. Li Che understood they were all waiting for a massive eruption.

Slowly devouring, gradually refining, and steadily ascending…

Of course, Li Che pinned his hopes on Fang Han Shu. Old Fang was the most likely to break through to the Supreme stage, especially with the ancestral patriarch’s legacy fueling him.

With a thought, Li Che left behind his Painted Immortal Clone and departed Mo City’s Fengdu to continue his study of Xiangong.

He returned to the Restaurant, where his Painted Immortal Clone was seamlessly replaced.

XiXi, oblivious to any disturbances, continued passionately reciting her vows.

“Father, the Third Prince’s last divine weapon, the [Xuan Lei Vajra Qiankun Ring], is sealed on Dragon Island. XiXi needs to make a trip to retrieve it and complete the set.”

XiXi lifted her head and looked at Li Che as she spoke.

Her determination had only grown stronger after the events in Qitian City; her desire to become stronger burned even brighter.

Seeing Brother Monkey forced into that Bizarre Temple, XiXi couldn’t help but feel a tinge of sorrow.

Seated at a table in the Restaurant, Li Che and XiXi waited for the Boss to serve them.

The Boss hadn’t cooked any elaborate dish but instead brought out two bowls of plain, watery noodles.

Li Che knew the Boss’s culinary skills – even simple noodles would taste exquisite.

Together, he and XiXi tumbled into a hearty feast.

“The [Xuan Lei Vajra Qiankun Ring] must be retrieved. Its recovery will revive the Qitian Temple Spirit, alerting the powerful warriors of the Pantheon. They will not tolerate another premature awakening of Qitian.”

As Li Che quickly slurped his noodles, he remarked.

His words were meant both for XiXi and as a quiet conversation with the Boss.

The Boss removed his apron and began to leisurely prepare a rolled cigarette. After rolling it neatly and dusting it off, he simply held it by the corner without lighting it.

After finishing a bowl, Li Che wiped his mouth and said to XiXi, “It’s dangerous outside. If you intend to go to Dragon Island, you must first raise your martial cultivation to the Martial Saint realm.”

Currently, XiXi’s cultivation was at the Grandmaster level. Breaking through to the Martial Saint realm was no small challenge.

XiXi did harbor ambitions to journey to Dragon Island and further temper herself through trial and tribulation.

Like negotiating with a child, Li Che added a condition to her aspirations for further honing her skills.

XiXi did not refuse upon hearing this. Perhaps her time away from Daocheng had matured her considerably.

“Once you break through to Martial Saint, you can head over to Dragon Island.”

That was the condition Li Che set with XiXi.

“Father, just you wait!”

“I will break through to Martial Saint!”

With renewed vigor, XiXi rallied her little companions to train hard.

She even sought training with Big Black Dog. XiXi understood that if she could defeat Big Black Dog, she could likely overcome most of the formidable fighters in the world.

Big Black Dog, never one to waste a moment with XiXi, was thrilled to guide and share his wisdom without holding back.

Having eaten his fill, Li Che reclined in his chair at the Restaurant with a contented smile as he watched the little firecracker with clenched fists, full of determination.

The Boss pulled up a chair and sat beside him. The two men began to puff their cigarettes, sharing a moment reminiscent of immortal leisure.

“For the Third Prince to be resurrected, the divine weapon set must be complete and one must tread into the Third Prince’s Bizarre Temple,” the Boss remarked coolly.

He had always spoken in a detached, cool tone.

“The [Xuan Lei Vajra Qiankun Ring] is located on Dragon Island… Dragon Island is home to the Four Seas Dragon Clan. Among them, the Dragon God’s lineage withdrew from the island long ago when the Old Dragon God was about to fall. He feared that after his demise, his successors on Dragon Island would be completely eradicated…”

Li Che, cigarette dangling from his mouth amid swirling smoke, squinted slightly.

He had inquired with the Old Dragon God about the situation on Dragon Island.

“Dragon Island… It’s a complex and dangerous place. The Four Seas Dragons hide their secrets deep within.”

Li Che eventually reached his conclusion about Dragon Island.

The Boss nodded without objection.

He drew in a deep breath, exhaled billowing smoke like a coiling dragon.

“Dragon Island is indeed perilous. Nevertheless, the Qiankun Ring can only be retrieved by XiXi herself. It must be activated by the divine weapon set; otherwise… no one can move that divine weapon.”

The Boss explained.

“Because it isn’t Dragon Island that suppresses the Third Prince’s Qiankun Ring, but rather the Qiankun Ring that suppresses Dragon Island.”

Li Che paused, a strange color momentarily crossing his face: “The Qiankun Ring… isn’t it the one suppressing the Third Prince?!”

The Boss maintained a cool, indifferent expression, as if to say, believe it or not.

“So, there’s no rush…”

“The Qiankun Ring stays where it is – no one can take it.”

Li Che nodded. “Yes, no rush. We can endure for a while longer.”

Whew—

A black figure and a white figure sat before the Restaurant.

They exhaled cigarette smoke in unison, enjoying a moment akin to that of legendary immortals.

Under the orange glow of the lights, Li Che lounged in his chair. His breakthrough had bolstered his confidence immeasurably.

In the distance, XiXi was receiving guidance from Big Black Dog, who explained cultivation with surprising clarity and depth.

Both Jin Taisui and Goldmane reaped significant gains.

Yun’e and Zhou Peng, both manifestations of Spiritual Confinement, quietly refined their energy.

Suddenly, Li Che turned and looked toward the Boss.

“Boss… are you the divinely manifest True Lord of the Yulian Camp?”

He asked directly—this was his conjecture, as Li Che and the True Lord shared considerable connections, like the three-pronged, twin-edged blade dormant in his left arm, and the legacy received long ago at the True Lord’s Temple atop Mei Mountain in Qianyuan Divine Sect Mountain Gate.

A white-clad figure with a black dog…

Li Che couldn’t help but think the coincidences were too striking.

So, he voiced the doubt lingering in his heart.

In fact, as Li Che recalled, the Three-Eyed True Lord was the temple spirit most closely linked with their family.

Back in Feilei City, the sole Bizarre Temple was a branch of the Three-Eyed True Lord’s Bizarre Temple…

However, the Boss casually flicked his cigarette ash, his expression remaining unchanged.

He did not answer Li Che’s inquiry.

Li Che waited a long while; receiving no response, he let the matter drop.

Perhaps when the time was right, the Boss would naturally reveal the answer.

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Time slipped by silently like sand escaping through fingers.

At the gates of Qitian Inner City, the Underworld Ghost Emperor sat withered like a monument, a sculpted figure of a Divine Eagle with purple flames burning endlessly and twin golden skull-like eyes, as if ready to vanish at any moment.

Within the Inner City, powerful warriors from the Pantheon kept a vigilant eye on the mortal Martial Immortal Ghost Emperor.

After an intense outburst, as the once-blazing aura waned and the fire in their eyes dimmed, it seemed death was near.

Yet…

Day by day, the prophesied fall of the Ghost Emperor among the Pantheon’s strongest did not materialize. The spectacle of a fallen Martial Immortal in the Heavenly Dome occurred roughly every ten days.

It stirred the spirits of the Inner City’s warriors. However, whenever they smugly exhaled their Dao souls hoping to witness the Ghost Emperor’s demise,

the Ghost Emperor seemed to linger on, defying death!

Frustrated, those trapped in the Inner City, burning with vexation, dared to venture out under the cloak of night.

But then, the expanding might of the Four Suns erupted anew. Terrifying fists, burning blood, and a resurgence of fury crushed the probing calamity into a splatter of blood mist!

It was utterly incinerated… completely consumed!

Amid the gritted teeth and glaring eyes of many Inner City warriors, the Underworld Ghost Emperor sank back into silence, as if on the verge of death.

After this, the Pantheon’s elite dared no longer test the limits.

Around the gates of Qitian Inner City, the desolate Underworld Ghost Emperor’s vicinity—spanning ten li—became a forbidden zone. None dared approach, fearing another crushing blow.

Thus, time flowed on in this tense standoff.

Qitian City gradually returned to tranquility.

While Fang Han Shu absorbed Spiritual Confinement energies and digested the ancestral patriarch’s legacy, he also took charge of Qitian City, issuing orders methodically.

Many Spiritual Confinement essences left Mo City’s Fengdu to assist Fang Han Shu in governing Qitian City.

Rebuilding Qitian Temple was no matter of mere slogans. Fang Han Shu was consolidating the warriors and cultivators who had been frightened off by the Pantheon’s mighty forces.

At his behest, Li Che summoned one Spiritual Confinement after another, handing them over for command.

Admittedly, the minds of scholars are nimble. Under his oversight, Qitian Outer City gradually regained its bustling charm as fleeing cultivators returned, along with refugees from various prefectures in Jiangnan Dao.

In the past year, Qitian City had descended into chaos, but under Fang Han Shu’s leadership, order was restored.

Fang Han Shu rebuilt Qitian Temple, and Li Che generously contributed, unveiling the temple’s legacy collected by the Night Bat Demon God. The cultivation techniques and martial arts became the lure for many cultists to join Qitian Temple.

Spring waned as summer approached. Time cycled on.

In the blink of an eye, three months passed and summer arrived.

Li Che’s family settled peacefully in Qitian City.

XiXi labored diligently in her cultivation while Zhang Ya, her mother, practiced alongside her. Li Che, however, found himself growing more at ease, returning to calm and fulfilling days.

Every day was filled with martial training, spirit refining, meticulous carving of Divine Eagle Sculptures, and study of intricate mechanisms…

So full and enriching.

But what delighted him most was spending time with his daughter and wife, enjoying quiet, blissful moments.

Qitian City exuded an isolated charm, though the outside world too was in flux.

Every move Li Che made, every chess piece he laid, echoed back as feedback from the larger world.

Xie Yunshen led the Imperial Court’s expeditionary forces to launch a full-scale assault on the Xuanfu Divine Sect. With Li Che’s covert assistance, the Xuanfu Divine Sect was unable to withstand the onslaught, and their mountain gate fell.

The Qingyun Dao Xuanfu Divine Sect, too, reeked of vice. Their sect leader Xuan Jiu Zhuan was forced to leave, though he resolutely returned during the assault.

Alas, the situation couldn’t be overturned. In that battle, the founder of the Xuanfu Divine Sect revealed his true nature by using every disciple’s spiritual seed as an energy source, manifesting a divine talisman, absorbing its blood, and consolidating his power to breach into the half-immortal realm of a catastrophic tribulation…

Xuan Jiu Zhuan, having returned, was staggered as the seed on his body erupted. Had it not been for Lü Taibai’s intervention, he might have perished on the spot.

Lü Taibai regarded him coldly, not intervening further in the Xuanfu Divine Sect’s plight.

Let alone whether he could have saved them, the Xuanfu Divine Sect had already been reduced to nothing but dismembered elders and disciples whose spiritual seeds had been violently extracted…

It was a gruesome spectacle, blood boiling over!

Xie Yunshen lightly waved his feathered fan, his face etched with sorrow.

As for the founder of the Xuanfu Divine Sect, who had resorted to vicious methods—sacrificing the entire sect to step into the half-immortal realm with brutal techniques—he lamented deeply.

Then, with a snap of his fingers, a black divine chess piece rocketed out, transforming into an unparalleled vicious beast of the second calamity realm!

The beast, with its monstrous strength, roared; demonic aura filled the air. The human will rained down calamity upon it.

Yet the beast hardly cared; within a few swift strikes, it decimated the founder of the Xuanfu Divine Sect. Although it, too, was obliterated by the catastrophic force of mortal will, for the beast it was merely a swift return to Qitian City.

Thus, the Qingyun Dao Xuanfu Divine Sect was shattered.

Xie Yunshen tread over the shattered flesh and bleeding remnants covering the mountain paths.

He sighed deeply.

Standing atop the Xuanfu Divine Sect’s mountain peak, he retrieved a Small Cauldron and a Gourd, poured out some Rain-Root Water, and with three deep bows, he saluted heaven and earth, questioning the mountains and rivers, gathering their qi!

Then,

the qi of the Qingyun Dao Xuanfu Divine Sect converged into a Destiny Golden Lotus!

Of the Great Realm’s Eleven Paths, two were now reclaimed by qi.

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Divine Capital.

Second City.

Boom, boom, boom, boom—

Thunderous bells and deep drums shook the air; the sound waves rolled across the void.

Above Lotus Pavilion,

a golden lotus quietly bloomed, its radiance cascading over the pavilion and draping it in a layer of glazed golden light!

At the summit of the Imperial Mausoleum,

mist and clouds swirled as the wind ceased and the rain cleared.

The Emperor, clad in a brilliant yellow robe, stood at the mountain peak among the mausoleums, engaged in conversation with a shadowy figure draped in a black robe.

“Your Majesty, congratulations – the qi of the Great Realm’s Eleven Paths has reconvened into one lotus!”

The black-robed warrior chuckled.

The Emperor’s face, enshrouded in divine and dao essence, finally broke into a smile.

“At long last, something to celebrate… National Teacher, you truly are my trusted aide!”

“But now, with only two of the Eleven Divine Sect Paths broken, gathering the Twelve-Grade Mountain Rivers Qi Golden Lotus will take time…”

The Emperor shook his head gently.

The black-robed warrior smiled softly, “If it happens, it won’t be a trifle. Should Your Majesty hold the Twelve-Grade Mountain Rivers Qi Golden Lotus and enter the Bizarre Temple, it will undoubtedly catch the gaze of the Heavenly Court’s Sovereign, who will bestow him with an immortal divine rank for thirty thousand years!”

The Emperor’s eyes gleamed and interwove as he laughed heartily.

Soon, the black-robed warrior clarified his intent: he had come to borrow the Ju Xian Xuan Flag.

“Your Majesty, as the bearer of both the Ju Xian Xuan Flag and the Earth Flag, and as the Supreme of Xuantian in Qitian City, I have been dispatched to borrow the flag…”

The black-robed warrior, emerging from the Bizarre Temple, spoke.

“Borrow the Ju Xian Xuan Flag… is it to counter the Underworld Ghost Emperor?”

The Emperor’s eyes sparkled as he replied,

“Isn’t there news from Qitian City… that the Underworld Ghost Emperor might soon have his life force exhausted, the Martial Immortal set to fall? The Grand Inspector of the Imperial Watch has even issued forecasts that the Ghost Emperor’s mortal form won’t last much longer…”

“Then why would the Supreme need to borrow the Ju Xian Xuan Flag? Can’t we wait a bit longer? Perhaps the Underworld Ghost Emperor… will burn out and vanish?”

The black-robed warrior, showing little respect for the Great Jing Emperor, grumbled. If not for borrowing the Ju Xian Xuan Flag, he wouldn’t waste words.

He shook his head, his hood concealing a hint of frustrated gritting of teeth.

“That Underworld Ghost Emperor talks of burning out… but who knows when that will happen? Three months follow three, yet who can tell when he might finally fall?”

“The Supreme even suspects… that the Underworld Ghost Emperor is merely putting on an act! But the signs of his blood boiling away are all too real; even a Martial Immortal couldn’t survive under such circumstances.”

“The Supreme is worried that if things spiral out of control and Qitian City is forced to retaliate from the Bizarre Temple…”

“The malevolent forces from the Underworld in Qitian Outer City might step in to seize control…”

The Emperor exhaled a soft sigh.

“Rest assured. I have taken possession of the Ju Xian Xuan Flag and will cross over from the Bizarre Temple to Qitian Inner City. Once its location is exposed, the Heavenly Court’s Sovereign will tear through the veil of mystery, establishing a direct path to Qitian City.”

“With the Ju Xian Xuan Flag in my hands, it will not be lost – it shall be delivered directly into the hands of the Supreme.”

The black-robed warrior intoned gravely.

The Emperor fell silent for a moment, then turned to Eunuch Lian, “Take my trusted aide and accompany him.”

“After all… the Ju Xian Xuan Flag is too important.”

The dark-robed warrior scoffed, “Suit yourself.”

“When the Supreme gives an order, do you think I’d risk it all?”

“It’s not just concern for you—it’s the fear that other powerful warriors from the Pantheon might intercept the Ju Xian Xuan Flag en route.”

The Emperor explained.

“My trusted aide will carry a Divine Talisman. At the first sign of any flag-stealing, it will send the Ju Xian Xuan Flag back immediately.”

Then, turning to Eunuch Lian, the Emperor said,

“Eunuch Lian, are you willing to risk your life for me, even if it costs you everything?”

Eunuch Lian’s face filled with earnest devotion as he knelt, bowed deeply, and replied in a resolute, unwavering tone,

“Your Majesty, I’ll protect the Ju Xian Xuan Flag with my life—even if it means my life burns away!”

His words, though coming from a eunuch, resounded powerfully, striking even the black-robed onlookers.

But…

Why must a eunuch also speak of burning away his life?!

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Qitian City bustled with prosperity.

Qitian Temple reopened its Divine Sect, enrolling many disciples in these three months. It scoured Jiangnan Dao for prodigies and spiritual children.

Fang Han Shu also opened Qitian City to merchants, and soon the ancient city revived with vibrant energy.

Boom—

Above the Heavenly Dome, dark clouds gathered as countless lightning strikes interwove.

A long-expected torrential downpour arrived on cue.

Beady raindrops fell from the sky, striking and shattering on Qitian City’s black tiles, creating a hazy mist that enveloped the city.

At Qitian Outer City, by the City Lord’s Residence,

Fang Han Shu, clad in scholar’s robes that fluttered in the wind and holding a Sage Book, stood under the eaves. He observed the heavy rain with clarity, his brows lit with the brilliance of galaxies.

Beside him, Li Che’s jet-black hair cascaded over his shoulders, and his ink-black robe adorned with golden lotus patterns gently swayed.

“My Lord, a letter from Qianyuan Divine Sect has arrived…”

Fang Han Shu retrieved the letter and handed it to Li Che.

“What does it say?”

Feeling the humid breath of the summer downpour, Li Che’s entire being radiated warmth and an imposing aura.

“It’s news from Old Lü – he wants XiXi recalled.”

Li Che’s eyes lifted slightly. “Recalled?”

“Yes. With the imminent succession ceremony for the sect leader, once Old Lü breaks through to the Divine Tribulation realm… the will of heaven becomes too oppressive. He must retreat into the Minor Cavern of the Heavens to solidify his cultivation, stepping away from the forefront.”

“The Qianyuan Divine Sect cannot be leaderless. Thus… before Old Lü withdraws to the Minor Cavern of the Heavens, he wishes to confirm XiXi’s identity as the sect leader.”

Fang Han Shu smiled.

Li Che couldn’t help but smile in return. “Indeed…”

“I suppose the sect leader is eager to venture into the Bizarre Temple—to delve deep, engage in fierce battles with the strong, and seek out Dao Essence Divine Crystals…”

Fang Han Shu nodded, a slight smile on his lips. “Probably so…”

Li Che pondered for a moment, “XiXi’s talent is truly exceptional. With relentless training and the Boss’s nourishing provision, her cultivation is advancing astonishingly…”

“But are you aware that XiXi is the Daughter of Yulian? The sect leader knows this, right?”

“If XiXi were to truly inherit the Qianyuan Divine Sect leadership, she would be irrevocably bound to Yulian. In the future, she’d inevitably face fierce assaults and reprisals from the Pantheon.”

Fang Han Shu’s expression grew solemn. “The letter mentioned that Old Lü insisted XiXi must become the sect leader and be inextricably bound—there was no turning back.”

Li Che chuckled warmly, feeling a surge of joy in his heart.

Old Lü was fully aware of XiXi’s identity and the dire consequences that the Daughter of Yulian status would bring. His own ordeals in Qitian City testified to the relentless karma of such a binding…

Yet, his unwavering trust in XiXi warmed Li Che’s heart.

If he was betting on XiXi, then Li Che would never let Qianyuan suffer.

“Very well. I’ll find an opportunity to bring XiXi back to Qianyuan Divine Sect to complete the succession ceremony and inherit the sect leadership.”

“But before we do that, there’s one more matter to attend to.”

Boom—

The torrential rain roared on, pelting the earth and shrouding the world in misty water vapor.

Then,

Li Che snapped his fingers.

A black divine chess piece shot forth, unleashing billows of swirling black mist as if a tidal surge.

Suddenly, the chess piece twisted and expanded, transforming into a figure clad in a purple robe.

It was none other than the chess piece Li Che had secretly placed by the Emperor’s side.

Purple-Clad Diao Si, also known as Eunuch Lian.

“My Lord!”

The moment Eunuch Lian appeared, he knelt in fervor and bowed, overcome with excitement and zeal.

Fang Han Shu paused, recognizing the figure. His expression turned strangely odd.

Wasn’t this the trusted aide by the Emperor’s side?!

Although Fang Han Shu had deployed countless Spiritual Confinement essences for Li Che across the world, he truly knew nothing about the number of them the Emperor had stationed outside.