"No!"
...
"Not here either."
...
Still nothing...
...
Shen Qian stood alone in the lightning-streaked sky, his brows furrowed.
"Where will the Prince of Jiangling place his imperial characteristics?"
In less than a day, Shen Qian had traveled to every possible place based on all the historical records related to the life of the Prince of Jiangling.
From Jiangling King's hometown of Wolong City to his former alma mater, Magic Martial Arts Academy, and even some of the relics where Jiangling King had trained in his early years, Shen Qian had already searched every corner of the place.
He didn't believe it was because he hadn't found it, because although the system had fallen into a dead state, as long as he could get close to the Emperor's characteristics of Jiangling King, and had already collected the other four Emperor's characteristics, Shen Qian would definitely be able to feel the resonance.
Boom!
Suddenly, the sky above appeared to be torn apart. Amidst the endless flashes of lightning, a demonic shadow seemed to appear, blotting out the earth indifferently, as if it were about to swoop down and destroy everything.
A sense of helplessness swept through Shen Qian's heart.
As the Nine Revolutions Refining God Array continues to operate, even though it will take the Witch Emperor quite some time to digest the essence of those top-tier kings and marquises, it will not take more than a day.
When the Witch Emperor finally descends upon Earth, that will be the true end of humanity.
Now, according to the pre-sinking estimate, there are at most less than two hours left.
The last remaining spark of humanity has been transferred to another planet using some methods left behind by the Nine Kings. Although this action is not very significant due to the locking of the Heavenly Dao, it at least prevents the human kings and nobles from being in despair.
Without further delay, clinging to his last glimmer of hope, he arrived at the former residence of the King of Jiangling.
This place was the first to be ruled out in Shen Qian's plan.
Logically speaking, King Jiangling would never place something so important in a place where it would be easily found.
However, before sinking, they had searched everywhere, and this was the only place left.
The former residence of the Prince of Jiangling is located in the suburbs of Beidu and is still well preserved. After all, as the head of the nine princes, the former residence of the Prince of Jiangling is a place of longing for all martial artists and has always been regarded as an important cultural protection area.
Even at this critical moment when the human race is in dire straits, there are still warriors from the mountains and seas guarding and protecting it.
Before sinking, he quietly entered without alerting the guarding warriors and investigated, but unfortunately, he still couldn't find any trace of the Emperor's characteristics.
In a secluded study, Shen Qian saw many old photos of the Prince of Jiangling when he was young.
One of the pictures was of Jiangling Wang and his teacher, and the background looked somewhat familiar. However, compared to Shen Qian's vast memory, he couldn't find where he had seen it before. He guessed it was some inconspicuous place. The fact that Shen Qian could still feel familiar with it was already due to his extraordinary mental strength.
Beep beep!
The bracelet beeped with a notification. Shen Qian looked down and saw that it was a message from Marquis Wuding. According to satellite monitoring, the Nine Revolutions Refining God Array in the universe has begun to show signs of shrinking.
Because of the urgency of the situation, Shen Qian could only ask other princes and nobles to keep an eye on the Witch Emperor's movements. At this time, Marquis Wuding sent a message, which meant that the Witch Emperor was about to succeed.
"The projection of the Witch Emperor is now visible to the naked eye and could descend at any moment... If things become unbearable, before you sink, you should flee for your life. With your abilities, if you are determined to escape, the Witch Clan may not be able to do anything to you."
Shen Qian silently put away the bracelet, then stared intently around the former residence of the Prince of Jiangling before disappearing from the spot.
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Jingcheng.
Since the start of the war, the once vibrant town has become desolate, with fallen leaves swirling in the streets and passersby hurrying along with fearful expressions.
Especially today, the weather system, which usually conceals all abnormal weather, seems to have malfunctioned. The sky above is dark and lightning flashes from time to time. Even though ordinary people do not know of the existence of the Witch Emperor, they can still sense something unusual in the extremely oppressive air.
On the ninety-ninth floor of the Tower of Babel, Shen Liang sat somewhat unaccustomed to the luxurious sofa, trying to find a channel on the TV that was still working. Unfortunately, no matter how he tried, the TV screen was just a blank white screen.
"I can't even watch the news channel anymore..." Shen Liang murmured.
"What's so strange about not being able to see it? Can you get up and help out? You're leaving me to clean this big house all by myself?"
Wang Xiaojuan, standing nearby, muttered a complaint while holding a broom.
"What do you know, you woman? In the past, no matter how fierce the war was, at least the news channels wouldn't shut down. Now that it's like this, something must be wrong!"
Shen Liang first instinctively scolded her, but before Wang Xiaojuan's expression would change drastically, he quickly put on a smiling face, "Ahem, don't the disciples from the Dao Palace come up to clean every day? Why do you have to do it yourself?"
"No outsider can be as meticulous as someone who does it themselves," Wang Xiaojuan scoffed. "Look at me, I swept up so much dust today..."
Shen Liang was about to put down the remote control and go forward to help, but someone was faster than him.
"Ah... Auntie, let me do it."
"I'll help too, Aunt Wang, you should go and rest!"
As one soft, sweet voice and the other clear, melodious voice rang out, two figures appeared in the living room.
One of the women was wearing a Taoist robe that seemed out of place in modern times. Although it was a loose-fitting style, it was stretched taut and bulging. The other figure was dressed in a JK (Japanese schoolgirl) ponytail outfit, revealing her fair thighs and showcasing her youthful vitality.
Upon seeing the two women appear, Wang Xiaojuan, who had been wearing a sour expression, instantly broke into a bright smile. "Hey, I can do it myself, you don't need to help. Here, there's some fruit I just cut on the table, go and have some!"
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