Ye Chen stood atop the Heavenly Dome, ten thousand miles away from the Ancient Hua Imperial City, silently gazing ahead.
With the Heavenly Eye, everything was laid clear before him.
Behind him, Gray Dragon in azure robes sneered coldly. Fortunately, the master had prepared in advance, only sending a Dao Body, not his True Body, always watching cold-eyed.
Because the master was wise, knowing the Ancient Hua Empire likely plotted to frame him, since Ye Chen had slain one of their Saints. Such a great enmity was unlikely to be resolved easily.
Laughably, the Ancient Hua Empire thought Ye Chen was about to be blasted apart.
Ye Chen remained immovable, silently observing.
He wanted to see how many forces, apart from the Ancient Hua Empire, were involved. He didn't believe the Ancient Hua Empire would let go of their hatred so easily; he felt the shadows of other Imperial Dynasties lingered around, playing pertinent roles.
