Published: March 9, 2025
A strong sense of foreboding enveloped Zixie Qing's heart. She felt restless and stood up, pacing back and forth in the courtyard. The more she thought about it, the more chaotic her mind became, leaving her in a state of confusion with no clear idea.
A boy in white suddenly rushed in: "Miss Zi, what happened?"
Zixie Qing frowned and said, "What major events have occurred at Nine Heavens Pavilion recently?"
The boy in white scratched his head, looking puzzled, "What major events? Nothing has happened..."
Zixie Qing impatiently replied, "Then, did you find out about the person I asked you to investigate last time?"
"No..." The boy in white felt a bit ashamed.
Before he could finish his sentence, Zixie Qing kicked him out.
Although Zixie Qing had a somewhat temperamental nature, she usually kept it in check. But at this moment, for some reason, she couldn't contain her sudden rage: "You can't even find one person? What kind of demon race crown prince are you?!"
The boy in white was bewildered, just about to argue when he saw Zixie Qing ignoring him completely, deep in thought, muttering to herself, "What's wrong with you? What's wrong?"
Three days later, in the palace!
Emperor Tie Yang suddenly raised his head sharply, his eyes filled with deep sorrow: "What happened? What happened? Why?!!"
He suddenly felt an overwhelming loneliness, as if he had lost his greatest protection in this world, becoming an orphan with no one to turn to!
"Don't leave me..." The little emperor suddenly burst into tears...
Elsewhere in Nine Heavens Pavilion, the nine calamity brothers, no matter what they were doing, suddenly stood in solemn silence.
Mo Tianji threw out the Heavenly Mandate Copper Coin and hurriedly calculated...
Everyone felt restless, filled with infinite longing for Chu Yang.
What happened?
Crack, crack, crack...
Chu Yang continued to walk forward coldly, his footsteps steady and clearly audible; just like an ordinary person walking.
His gaze was calm, his expression serene, with not a hint of fluctuation.
He moved forward step by step.
Yet at this moment, Chu Yang was terrifyingly formidable, as if he were the god of death walking among mortals, leaving behind only an endless silence of death!
The Nine Calamity Sword in Chu Yang's hand shimmered with a bloody light; with every step he took, at least seven or eight experts from the Ghostly Trap were left splattered with blood and had their yuan souls extinguished!
"Brothers, I said I would create a legend with you. Unfortunately, I must take the lead."
"You must do well! Each of you must create your own legend!"
Chu Yang's grayish-white gaze looked ahead.
Now, there were only five of them left.
Five individuals, like lambs ready for slaughter, stared at Chu Yang in horror, trembling; among them was Yuan Shutu.
Yuan Shutu was still the young master of Mo Yun Tian. Even though this incident was caused by him, as long as he retained his identity as the young master, the people from Ghostly Trap would ensure his safety first, even at the cost of their own lives; that was the tragedy of the lower tier!
The other three were the ones who had caused trouble in the Chu Family Courtyard.
The reason they had survived until now was partly due to their strength, but also because of their identities; they were among the highest-ranking and strongest individuals in Mo Yun Tian's mission.
But at this moment, all three of them were pale, their eyes flickering with despair.
Everyone else was dead, and as the culprits, they were at least complicit; how could they expect to be forgiven by the god of death standing before them?
Under the overwhelming might, not even a glimmer of resistance could rise; they could only wait for their demise!
This feeling was maddening!
In the desperate gaze of the three, Chu Yang stepped forward without saying a word, his sword raised, and the light of the sword flew up. The three strongest experts from Ghostly Trap had no room to resist; their heads flew high, and blood spurted from their necks, creating a terrifying scene that made experts like the Snow Fairy and Hai Bo prick up their neck hairs.