Even the high-rise structure built beneath the Changsheng Gate was completely razed to the ground.
All that remains is a massive, charred sinkhole with a diameter of over a kilometer and an unfathomable depth!
The pit walls were scorched by the high temperature into a glassy state, with wisps of blue smoke rising, exuding an aura of death and destruction.
All evidence of the secrets to immortality, including the blood-selling of human bodies, was destroyed in the explosion.
Everything happened so suddenly, from the ringing of the phone to the earth shaking, and then to everything being reduced to nothingness, all in just a few breaths!
The monk Jingshi stared expressionlessly at the enormous sinkhole that churned with the aura of death, while the ghostly Luo Fei atop his staff let out a shriek of resentment and anger.
His face was expressionless, but his deep eyes surged with icy anger and all-knowing understanding.
Li Yu also felt something was very strange and wondered who was behind this series of events.
The power and reaction speed of the dark hand controlling everything behind the scenes are simply terrifying!
The monk Jingshi said with a heavy expression, "It seems that the forces behind the Changsheng Sect are even stronger and more deeply rooted than I imagined."
"They are willing to destroy their own foundations through such cruel means just to cover up that unspeakable truth."
"His determination and ruthlessness are chilling."
Just then, Li Yu's phone rang again with Lei Xiao's urgent inquiry:
"Li Yu, did you manage to evacuate successfully? How are you? Are you injured?"
"We're fine," Li Yu replied simply, her tone indifferent.
Upon hearing that the three were unharmed, Lei Xiao on the other side breathed a slight sigh of relief and continued:
“Li Yu, the seriousness of this matter far exceeds your imagination. You should not investigate it separately for the time being.”
"All I can say is that justice may be delayed, but it will never be absent. The Thunder Bureau will give you an explanation."
"Okay," Li Yu said and hung up the phone immediately.
Lei Xiao's seemingly high-sounding but meaningless words made him feel uncomfortable as soon as he heard them.
The monk Jingshi, who was standing nearby, naturally overheard their conversation. His wrinkles deepened, and he finally shook his head heavily before speaking to Li Yu and Lu Fan:
"Amitabha Buddha, it is my great fortune that the two star deities have accompanied me here."
His gaze swept over the ruins, his voice hoarse and weary:
"Now that the evidence has been destroyed, I can only plan ahead carefully."
The monk Jingshi's words conveyed a profound sense of powerlessness.
He was well aware of the complexity of the current situation; even the First Star Lord Lei Xiao couldn't withstand the pressure and was forced to contact them.
Faced with such resistance, uncovering the secrets behind the Gate of Immortality will be no easy task, nor will it be something that can be accomplished in a short time.
Just as they were talking, the ground beneath their feet suddenly shook again.
Unlike the instantaneous impact of an explosion, this tremor was dull and prolonged, originating from deep within the earth.
Li Yu and the other two immediately realized that this earthquake was the vibration frequency of the rising dragon vein.
It felt like a heartbeat coming from the depths of the earth, carrying a familiar aura of the dragon vein.
“The dragon vein is rising; it seems another star lord has been chosen.” Monk Jingshi looked up into the distance.
At the first gathering, the Twelve Star Lords were missing two: the Fifth Star Lord and the Seventh Star Lord.
Although it is unknown which star lord will be chosen this time, it is already known that eleven of the twelve dragon veins in the Central Plains have risen, and only one of the twelve star lords remains vacant.
The seismic waves continued to travel far and wide without stopping, until they spread throughout the Central Plains.
at the same time.
In the Heavenly Dragon Mansion of Jincheng, Zhongzhou.
In the center of the courtyard, a huge, dark rock supports a miniature world model.
On the land corresponding to the location of Zhongzhou, ten crystal-clear glass spheres have been placed, scattered like stars.
The corresponding numbers for the star deities appear above.
On the other side of the black rock, there were also eight milky white spheres lying quietly.
Under the eaves of the pavilion, Tianlong was taking a nap with his eyes closed on a rustic reclining chair.
His posture was languid, and the three crystal-like dragon horns on his forehead shimmered with a restrained brilliance in the shimmering rain.
"Seventh Star Lord, Ding Su," Tianlong suddenly spoke.
Before the words were even finished—whoosh! Rumble!
The ground shook violently; the earth-shaking pulse from a distant place quickly reached this place!
The sand table on the rock also shook, and a glass ball placed on the rock suddenly gained some kind of energy, was awakened and activated, and spontaneously rolled off the rock platform.
The glass ball rolled crisply across the rock surface, following a fateful trajectory, and finally came to rest among the other ten glass balls in Zhongzhou, filling a crucial gap.
The newly settled glass bead clearly displays the character "seven".
The dragon beneath the pavilion slowly opened its eyes, its deep dragon pupils revealing no surprise, only an indifferent control over everything.
He rose gracefully, and the light from the three dragon horns on his forehead suddenly intensified, becoming even more translucent, like the purest crystal:
"It's time..."
Tianlong stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the eleven bright pearls representing the star lords on the sand table, before finally turning to the wider world beyond the mansion.
Everything is deduced, without the slightest error.
As the tremors subsided, a clear, urgent shout broke the solemnity of the courtyard:
"Brother Tianlong—!"
A half-grown demon child rushed in like the wind.
The child was still small, with one of his bare arms covered in fine blue scales, and a small, undeveloped dragon horn on his forehead, indicating that he had a close relationship with the Heavenly Dragon.
"It's Little Thirteen." Tianlong rarely showed a smile.
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