Chapter 1222 Three Days
His voice was sharp enough to penetrate the soul, as if lashing out at the Su family's seemingly noble but actually rigid and cold logic.
"Di Xuanming," Xuan Ye said with the coldness of someone who had experienced it all. "The Su family is like a thousand-year-old iceberg. Shining and solid on the outside, but potentially riddled with cracks and decay on the inside. They guard secrets, yet they are also imprisoned by them. Their words can be trusted, but not completely believed; their power can be used, but not relied upon. Remember, the only one who can truly protect your mother is you. The Su family's so-called care is nothing but illusions until you see it with your own eyes."
Xuan Ye's words were like ice water poured over his head, causing the flame of hope that had ignited in Di Xuanming's eyes because of Su Qingjue's promise to flicker slightly, but then it became more firm and cold.
Yes, he cannot pin his hopes on the Su family's "goodwill".
Luo Li listened quietly. Xuan Ye's analysis coincided with what she was thinking.
The Su family was an ally, but not an unconditional partner. Their cooperation was based on the absolute premise that Emperor Xuanming could personally confirm that Su Hanyi was safe.
If Su Hanyi is really being well taken care of in the Su family's ancestral land, then it proves that the current Su family can be trusted.
At least, an ally you can trust.
"Three days." Luo Li's cold voice sounded again, breaking the brief silence. Her gaze looked outside the hall, as if penetrating space and landing on the distant frozen throne.
"Within three days, the Su family's response will determine whether we fight alongside them or go our separate ways."
The atmosphere in the hall grew solemn once again. The three days of waiting for the Su family's response were destined to be anything but peaceful.
Yan Ye's identity has been revealed, just like throwing a huge rock into a calm lake, the ripples will inevitably spread to the entire continent.
Whether Emperor Xuanming can see his mother will be the key to breaking the Su family's eternal ice.
The knuckles of Di Xuanming's clenched fists turned white, and the suppressed cold aura around him almost turned into substance. His deep eyes stared at the direction where Su Qingjue disappeared.
The safety of his mother's remaining soul was like a red-hot iron, repeatedly burning his heart.
Xuan Ye's words sounded an alarm in his heart.
The Su family cannot be trusted completely!
Luo Li walked to his side, and gently placed her cold hand on his clenched fist. A trace of warm and peaceful soul power quietly flowed in, trying to calm the anger that was almost out of control.
"A Ming, calm down." Her voice was soft, yet it carried undeniable strength. "Anger will cloud your perception. Su Qingjue's reaction doesn't seem fake; they are truly shocked by Yan Ye's identity. Now, what we need is to wait, and... prepare."
"Prepare?" Di Xuanming's voice was hoarse, with a barely perceptible tremor. "Prepare for what? If they still prevaricate in three days..."
"Prepare to tear each other apart." Xuan Ye's lazy voice interrupted. He had walked from the jade pillar to the main seat without knowing when. He picked up the teacup that Luo Li had just put down and played with it. His eyes were as sharp as a knife. "Three days is the last dignity for the Su family, and it is also the room left for ourselves. Luo Li,"
He looked at Luo Li, "You revealed Yan Ye's identity. This news can't be concealed for long. Although Yan Ye has been sealed, many of Jiuchongtian's minions have not. Jiuchongtian's claws are probably on their way to reach out."
Luo Li's eyes narrowed slightly, and she nodded, "That's right. Yan Ye's identity is the biggest secret, and the biggest bombshell. I was also deliberately concealing this news before.
Once this news spreads widely, the entire continent of the gods will be turned upside down. If the Su family is sensible, they will be a valuable ally in our fight against the Nine Heavens and the Demon God Temple; if they still cling to their outdated rules…"
She paused, a hint of cold determination flashing in her eyes, "The Frozen Throne is not unshakable."
She turned to Bai Ze and Xing Yi, "Bai Ze, Xing Yi, closely monitor any spatial fluctuations and suspicious auras within a ten thousand mile radius of the city, especially those unique soul power markers of the Ninth Heaven. Those forces that are not tainted by demonic energy but have surrendered to Yan Ye will surely become restless upon hearing this news, and their actions will be even faster than we anticipate."
"Understood!" Bai Ze and Xing Yi responded in a deep voice.
Xing Yi even said in a hateful voice: "If they really dare to come, I can just collect some interest first!"
"As for us," Luo Li's gaze finally fell on Di Xuanming and Xuan Ye, "for the next three days, we will practice meditation and adjust to the best condition. Xuanming,"
She looked directly into Di Xuanming's eyes. "No matter what the Su family chooses, we must go to the Frozen Throne in three days. You will need the strongest strength to face any possible situation, including... the worst."
Di Xuanming took a deep breath. The coolness of Luo Li's palm and the firmness in her words were like a stream of clear spring water injected into his almost boiling consciousness.
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the burning anxiety in his heart was forcibly suppressed, replaced by an almost cold calmness.
"I understand." He said in a low voice.
Xuan Ye watched the changes in Di Xuanming, a flicker of admiration in his eyes. This boy truly had a strong character.
He put down his teacup and stretched himself: "Alright, I'll stretch my muscles too, so I don't hold you back later."
His seemingly casual words revealed a strong sense of confidence.
The atmosphere in the hall was still heavy, but the desperate waiting had been replaced by a tense feeling ready to explode.
The invisible net is quietly spreading out with Buli City as its center, waiting for the prey's restlessness or the response of its allies.
Time flows slowly in the oppressive silence, and every moment is like a taut bowstring.
The first day was peaceful.
The next day, evening.
Bai Ze suddenly opened his eyes, looked towards the northeastern sky, and said in a deep voice, "Here it comes! An extremely obscure but powerful spatial fluctuation, with a clear target, heading straight for Buli City! The identity is currently uncertain!"
Almost at the same time, Xuan Ye's voice lazily echoed through everyone's consciousness: "Heh, a small fry with a few decent puppets. It seems that old man Yan Ye can't sit still anymore. Luo Li, should we capture him alive and interrogate him, or crush him to death?"
Luo Li's figure instantly appeared in the hall, her eyes icy: "Crush them to death. There's no need to alert them, and there's no need to give them a chance to pass on any information."
"Understood, sir!" Xuan Ye's voice was filled with a hint of bloodthirsty excitement.
The next moment, in the void not a thousand miles away from the northeast of the city, a silver-white, streamlined flying spiritual weapon in the shape of a Shenzhou was speeding towards them at a speed that could tear through space.
At the bow of the boat stood a middle-aged man wearing the armor of a ninth-level divine messenger. He had a stern expression, eyes as sharp as an eagle, and his aura had reached the Saint Lord level!
Behind him, six tall puppets with expressionless faces and metallic luster stood solemnly, and their aura fluctuations were close to those of a Saint King!
The envoy of God is named "Li Feng". This time, he will stop at nothing to find out the details of the meeting between the envoy of the Su family and Luo Li in Buli City, especially any information about the "Demon God"!
"Speed up! We must sneak into the outskirts of the city before sunset!" Li Feng ordered coldly.
However, before he could finish his words, an indescribable terrifying pressure, as if coming from the ancient times, suddenly enveloped the entire void like an invisible giant hand!
"Who?!" Li Feng's face changed drastically, and the power of the Saint King level burst out instantly, trying to expand the field to resist.
The six puppets behind him also lit up their scarlet eyes at the same time, and their energy cores started to run wildly.
But all this resistance seemed so ridiculous in the face of that pressure.
"Shut up." An indifferent voice without any emotion seemed to ring directly from the depths of their souls.
Immediately afterwards, Li Feng and the six powerful puppets saw a huge palm that covered the sky and the sun, composed of pure destructive energy, appearing silently in front of the divine shuttle.
The palm clenched gently.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, no blinding light.
The top-level spiritual weapon that was strong enough to withstand a blow from a high-star saint, along with the divine messenger Li Feng inside, and six war puppets that were comparable to divine kings, were like sand thrown into a furnace the moment the giant palm closed. Not even a trace of dust or a scream was left behind, and they were completely annihilated and turned into nothingness.
The space rippled slightly, and then returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.
Only Xuan Ye was lying on the rooftop of the palace in Buli City, yawning boredly: "Tsk, so fragile."
His strength is gradually recovering, and he doesn't even need to take these little things seriously.
Without leaving the city, Bai Ze and Xing Yi sensed that the fleeting terrifying aura that made their souls tremble disappeared in an instant. They looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.
Is this the strength of the top fierce god in the wilderness? Killing a saint king is as easy as a whisk!
If his strength were to fully recover, how powerful would he be?!
Emperor Xuanming opened his eyes in the barrier and naturally sensed that power. His desire for power became even stronger.
Luo Li's expression remained unchanged. She simply instructed, "Be on high alert. They will send more people to test us."
On the third day, before dawn.
The lights in the council hall in the city were bright.
Luo Li sat in the main seat, Di Xuanming stood beside her, his aura as deep and condensed as the abyss.
Bai Ze and Xing Yi stood solemnly on either side. Xuan Ye, still looking lazy, leaned against the window, gazing at the faint light in the sky.
The three-day deadline has arrived.
You could hear a pin drop in the hall, and everyone's eyes were focused on the tightly closed door.
Time passed by little by little, the sky outside the hall gradually brightened, but Su Jia's figure still did not appear.
The aura around Emperor Xuanming was getting colder and colder, and the last bit of patience in his eyes was fading away.
The playful smile on Xuan Ye's lips gradually disappeared, replaced by a cold indifference.
Just when the string was about to break, the space inside the hall began to fluctuate violently without any warning!
It was not an ordinary space ripple, but a wave so extreme that it seemed to perfectly blend the chill of ten thousand years of black ice with the sharpness of space.
The air condensed instantly, the temperature plummeted, and the exquisite decorations, burning lamps, and even the drifting dust in the meeting hall were instantly covered with a layer of ice crystals that were visible to the naked eye and sparkled with a faint blue luster.
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