Published: August 13, 2025
Outside Zhulong Mountain, in a hidden void.
Qin Chen floated silently there, his aura stirring as he waited quietly.
“Chen, we’re staying right here. Do you really think Domain Lord Zhuohuo will come out?” Fang Mu Ling asked beside him, full of doubt.
Before Qin Chen could answer, Mo Nianli laughed: “Godmother, don’t worry. Uncle Qin wouldn’t do this unless he was confident. What we should be thinking about now is how to cooperate with Uncle Qin later and play our parts well.”
“Oh? You’re so confident?” Qin Chen looked at Mo Nianli.
Mo Nianli chuckled: “Uncle Qin, even though I’m young, I can see the aura you’re radiating must be very attractive to Domain Lord Zhuohuo. If we were somewhere else, maybe not, since we don’t know Zhuohuo’s personality or if he’d be interested. But now that we’re outside his own lair, if he still ignores it, he wouldn’t have gotten to where he is today.”
“So if I were Domain Lord Zhuohuo, I’d definitely try to come over—by any means possible—to test things out. So what we have to consider now is how to make Uncle Qin’s plan execute as perfectly as possible.”
Mo Nianli smiled and looked at Qin Chen: “Am I right, Uncle Qin?”
“You little rascal.” Qin Chen ruffled Mo Nianli’s head, about to say something when suddenly—
“Hmm?”
Qin Chen looked up into the distance and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: “Someone’s coming.”
Far away, Domain Lord Zhuohuo quietly moved through the void, swiftly approaching.
Moments later.
Domain Lord Zhuohuo appeared in the void. Qin Chen, wearing a black robe, his long hair fluttering, radiated the Power of the Dao in all directions, exuding an air of authority.
This aura of authority made Domain Lord Zhuohuo pause slightly!
A big shot!
Or rather, someone with very high status.
This feeling is hard to fake.
No matter how strong a powerful servant-born expert is, there’s an indescribable aura about them. And someone who’s been a big figure for a long time naturally carries a certain dignified bearing—an invisible charisma.
At the same time, Domain Lord Zhuohuo’s gaze shifted to the side of Qin Chen.
There stood a stunningly beautiful woman, standing quietly beside Qin Chen, head bowed. Her aura wasn’t particularly strong, but she emitted a unique presence that made Domain Lord Zhuohuo’s heart secretly skip a beat.
“What a unique aura. Which clan does this woman come from?”
Domain Lord Zhuohuo was startled. Fang Mu Ling’s aura wasn’t even at the domain lord level, yet it made him feel a vague sense of caution.
“No, this child…”
Immediately, his eyes landed on Mo Nianli. His pupils suddenly contracted.
“This child is so young yet already a top-tier great emperor, only one step away from becoming a domain lord?”
Domain Lord Zhuohuo was dumbfounded. He struggled to keep his expression calm, but his heart was a storm.
Even at Zhulong Mountain, domain lords were few, and each had spent countless years cultivating to reach that level. Yet this little kid, barely four or five years old, already had such power?
Buzz!
Domain Lord Zhuohuo’s eyes pierced Mo Nianli, trying to probe deeper. But what he saw shocked him even more: before his gaze appeared an endless abyss. This little child felt like an unfathomable, terrifying power with an invisible pressure.
“What is this child’s true origin?”
His heart churned with turbulent waves, unable to calm down.
At that moment, under Domain Lord Zhuohuo’s stare, Mo Nianli frowned and said in dissatisfaction, “Uncle Qin, who exactly is this guy? Because of him, you and I have waited here so long. Weren’t you going to take me to meet the Lord of the Path of Destruction? I’m still hungry. Let’s hurry up and go.”
Mo Nianli complained.
“Meet the Lord of the Path of Destruction?” Domain Lord Zhuohuo’s pupils contracted, glancing at Mo Nianli.
“Domain Lord Zhuohuo?”
Qin Chen finally spoke. His voice was indifferent, not overly imposing—perhaps mid-domain lord level, or maybe not even that.