Wanbang Council.
The Northern Guardian King's expression hardened.
He had just received news from Lu Chenzhou.
"That tiger-jiao was at least Eight Realms before it died?"
As a leader of civilization, he grasped many ancient secrets, also knew that the starry sky of the Xia Realm was once one of the main battlefields of the Ancient Divine War. Many Great Powers and experts had fought here, but those who experienced that war had already died out. Their legacies and histories are scattered like fragments across the Three Thousand Worlds; no one could say for certain what truly happened.
"I'd better report to Master first."
...
Somewhere in the Three Thousand Worlds.
A small tavern.
An itinerant swordsman in white drank quietly.
The Eternal Immortal gazed at the message left on the Lighting Order.
