At this moment, Zhou Mu was utterly speechless with despair.
The moment he turned to look at Uncle Hei, his eyes instantly reddened, and then he stammered, "Sir...I...I..."
His voice was already choked with emotion.
He said "I" several times, but couldn't utter a complete sentence.
At this moment, a servant hurriedly entered and whispered a few words to Wang Xu. After he finished speaking, Wang Xu gave a strange smile, nodded, and said, "Okay, I understand. You may leave."
After the servants left, Wang Xu strode towards Zhou Mu and then said softly, "I just received news that the extraterrestrial demons have captured five more cities. As a result, the southwestern half of the Dragon Clan's territory has been completely lost."
"How is that possible?"
Lu Shan blurted out the unbelievable words.
Zhou Mu also looked at Wang Xu with a shocked expression, seemingly trying to find some flaw in the latter's words, but obviously, Wang Xu's calm and composed expression showed no abnormality.
"What's going on? The Dragon Clan... would never tolerate that extraterrestrial demon entering the Nine Provinces Continent, could it be..."
A bold guess gradually took shape in my mind.
"That's right..."
The two seemed to be of one mind. Wang Xu nodded, let out a soft breath, and said, "The Evil Ancestor has been born."
After saying this, he slowly closed his eyes.
He knew that the most difficult moment had arrived.
The Evil Ancestor, he is also a legendary powerhouse at the level of a demon god.
In contrast, there are spirits and deities.
However, after the Creator God expelled the Evil Ancestor from the Great Thousand World, the Great Thousand World dissipated its own power, completely sealing off the possibility of the Spirit Emperor advancing to the Spirit God.
They thought the spirit god's power could seal the demon god, but who would have thought...
Is the information accurate?
Zhou Mu immediately questioned the accuracy of the information.
After all, the matter was of great importance, and he dared not be careless.
Wang Xu also wanted to say that it was a misrepresentation, but the envelope that Jing Mu, the master of the Great Thousand Pavilion, had given him was already written very clearly: the Evil Ancestor had been born. He only blew out a breath of demonic energy, which caused the world to change color and black energy to sweep in in an instant.
In this battle, Jiang Fengzi, the patriarch of the Dragon Clan, was seriously injured and his fate was unknown. Many of the Dragon Clan's elders at the Spirit Emperor level died in battle, which can be described as dying on the battlefield.
The dragon race suffered a severe blow. It is no exaggeration to say that the dragon race, which was once the undisputed number one in the Great Thousand Worlds, has now fallen to at least number ten.
As long as Jiang Fengzi, the patriarch of the Dragon Clan, can be revived, it is not impossible for the Dragon Clan to return to its peak. However, if Jiang Fengzi dies in battle, the Dragon Clan will probably never be able to regain its former glory.
However, no one took advantage of the situation at this time. After all, the sacrifices made by the dragons were to protect the world. If anyone dared to attack the dragons at this time, they would be condemned by everyone.
The dragon race finally found a moment of peace.
“In today’s world, the only one who could injure Jiang Fengzi like this is probably someone above the Spirit Emperor realm. Above the Spirit Emperor realm is the Spirit God realm, and the counterpart to the Spirit God realm is naturally the Demon God realm. If that person is not the Evil Ancestor, then it means that there is another powerful being from the extraterrestrial demon realm who can be considered a Demon God realm.”
"If that were the case, the world would lose its last glimmer of hope."
At this point, Wang Xu's tone became much more serious.
Zhou Mu took a deep breath, as if he had just recovered from the shock.
This news is truly shocking.
He glanced at Wang Xu, knowing the latter's character well; he would never have told him such a confidential matter if he didn't need him.
So he said, "Then please just say what you need."
Seeing that Zhou Mu had made it clear, Wang Xu stopped beating around the bush and said directly, "The Great Thousand World needs a Spirit God. We will select two from among all the young talents, and two from each field. I recommend you and Lu Shan."
Lu Shan, who had been quietly observing from the sidelines, finally perked up when he saw the fire was spreading to him. He looked at Wang Xu and asked, "Is this a risky business?"
Wang Xu didn't hide anything from him, and said with a serious expression, "To tell you the truth, it's a huge one. There are more than a dozen people in total, and I'm afraid that in the end, no one will come back. But this is the only way we can do it, so let's try anything for now."
Perhaps the world has truly reached a dead end.
Zhou Mu took a deep breath and agreed after a moment's thought. Then he looked at Lu Shan, wanting to persuade him, but when he thought of what Wang Xu had just said, he felt he was not qualified to make a decision for Lu Shan, since it concerned his own life and fortune.
In the end, Lu Shan still backed down.
However, in the face of such a situation, it is not shameful to back down. Knowing that going there might mean certain death, anyone who is not a saint would have the thought of backing down.
...
Are you really sure about this?
Inside the Phantom Pavilion, the eerie shadow gazed at the person before it, and after a long while, slowly uttered a single sentence.
The man thought for a long time before finally saying, "I've thought it through."
The shadow said, "Since you've made up your mind, then come with me. I just hope you won't regret it."
Then, led by Shadow, the two arrived at the door of a tightly closed dark room. Shadow stretched out his palm, and a wisp of black energy floated out from his palm. Then the heavy door slowly opened, and a violent black energy immediately floated out.
"I……"
Just as he was about to take the final step, Zhao Jing suddenly felt a pang of fear. He hesitated, then slowly withdrew his outstretched foot, looking at the shadowy figure and saying, "I regret it..."
But before he could finish speaking, the dark figure let out a strange, cawing sound, and then slowly floated into the air, releasing a chilling aura.
"It's too late to regret it now..."
Then, wisps of black energy drifted out like ocean waves, layer upon layer, densely enveloping Zhao Jing.
"Hehehe..."
Upon seeing this, Zhang Heng revealed an excited smile.
Our gaze returns to the Four Seas Pavilion.
Zhao Tianfu, the master of Sihai Pavilion, paced back and forth in his study, his hurried steps clearly revealing his anxious state of mind.
You see, he had just finally gotten news of his child, and then in an instant, the child vanished without a trace. How could he not be worried?
Bang bang bang
Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded outside the door, and then Shangguan Peng rushed in. Beads of sweat the size of soybeans were on his forehead, which he didn't bother to wipe away. Upon seeing Zhang Tianfu, his expression turned grave.
"Something terrible has happened! We've lost track of the young master at the Phantom Pavilion, and we suspect it's connected to them."
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