The Templar looked at Guan Jiu from the corners of his eyes. After thinking about it for a moment, he mustered up his courage and asked, “Lord Guan, the Great Emperor is invincible. Why did he leave during such a critical moment?”

If it were in the past, Guan Jiu would have given his subordinates a good scolding for asking about things they should not ask. However, today was different; Wen Ruqing’s death had affected him. He looked at the sky and asked meaningfully, “Do you really think His Majesty, the Great Emperor, is invincible?”

“…”

The Templar was stunned. He seemed to have understood something and quickly lowered his head, not daring to speak anymore.

Guan Jiu chuckled and continued to say, “Everyone has something they’re afraid of after all…”

The Templar, who had decided not to speak anymore, could not help but ask curiously, “Then what’s the Great Emperor afraid of?”

As soon as the question left his mouth, the Templar saw Guan Jiu looking at him. He trembled and quickly fell to his knees. How could a Templar ask about such a sensitive thing?

To the Templar’s surprise, Guan Jiu only smiled mockingly and said, “It’s nothing but a void-grade weapon…”

…

After leaving Sacred Temple, Lu Zhou continued to search for Ming Xin in Sacred City with his Heavenly Writing’s powers. However, the result was the same.

He came to a stop and looked around Sacred City. He muttered to himself, ‘Was it his intention to leave since the beginning? Is he really not in the city at all?’

Although the battle between Lu Zhou and Wen Ruqing was not very destructive, it was enough for the Templars to inform Ming Xin about it. So why did Ming Xin not appear?

If so, then what was Ming Xin’s plan? If Ming Xin was not here, then where did he go? No one knew Lu Zhou was coming here so how could Ming Xin know about it in advance? If Ming Xin was afraid, then what was he afraid of?

Lu Zhou flashed and appeared in the northwest corner of Sacred City.

The northwestern part of Sacred City was quite desolate and not as prosperous as one imagined it to be.

Lu Zhou used the Heavenly Writing powers again to sense the presence of powerful cultivators. After covering the entire place with his energy, his ears suddenly twitched.

Lu Zhou heard the sound of laughter and someone saying, “Ming Xin! Ming Xin, you’re truly a coward! You better hurry up and go to the Great Maelstrom. Otherwise, I’m afraid you won’t be able to beat that old demon!”

“Hm?” Lu Zhou frowned.

‘Who is it? The voice is rather powerful and sounds quite old…’

Lu Zhou tried to identify the voice. Alas, he had no memory of the owner of the voice. Who knew if it had been a long time so he had forgotten, or if the other party was a small figure not worthy of the Unholy One’s attention.

The sound of laughter rang in Lu Zhou’s ears again before the voice said, “Hurry up and go to the Great Maelstrom!”

Lu Zhou cut off his Heavenly Writing powers and thought to himself, ‘Did Ming Xin go to the Great Maelstrom?”

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Lu Zhou had thought about the Great Maelstrom many times after obtaining the Unholy One’s memories. However, every time, he felt that his cultivation was not enough so he kept putting the matter off.

The Unholy One and Ming Xin had both gone to the Great Maelstrom and had fortuitous encounters there.

At this moment, a voice rang from a small path next to Lu Zhou.

“Who are you?”

A cultivator in black armor pointed a long halberd at Lu Zhou, who was hovering in the air at a low altitude.

Lu Zhou’s eyes shone blue, looking as terrifying as the Grim Reaper, as he said in a deep voice, “Since you delivered yourself to my door, don’t blame me for being ruthless…”

The cultivator cried out in shock and fear. He was so frightened by Lu Zhou’s blue eyes that he was frozen on the spot.

Lu Zhou landed next to the cultivator and grabbed the cultivator’s neck before he said, “If you behave yourself, you might be able to live.”

The cultivator’s face turned red; he was tongue-tied.

Lu Zhou did not expect there to be such a weak cultivator in Sacred City. The other party only had five Birth Charts.

Frightened by Lu Zhou, the man could only nod.

Lu Zhou loosened his grip, and the man fell to the ground, gasping for air. Then, he pointed to the black building not far away and asked, “Who’s in there?”

The man said fearfully, “Q-qi, Qi Tong!”

“Qi Tong?” Lu Zhou did not expect the person imprisoned in that place was not a human, but a remnant ancient Saint slayer.

“His Majesty, the Great Emperor, imprisoned Qi Tong there. It’s said that Qi Tong can see into the future so His Majesty imprisoned him here instead of Nine Peaks Mountain,” the man said.

“If Qi Tong can see into the future, how could it be captured?” Lu Zhou asked.

“Qi Tong’s ability is not without limits. Moreover, after the land split, its ability had weakened greatly. His Majesty used to like chatting with it. However, in the past 100,000 years, His Majesty would only come once in a very long time,” the man said.

How could Lu Zhou not see Qi Tong now that he found out that Qi Tong was imprisoned there?

“Take me to see it,” Lu Zhou said.

“Ah?” The man fell to his knees, begging for mercy.

Lu Zhou said, “Bring me to see it and pretend nothing happened today. Otherwise, I don’t mind killing another person today.”

“…”

The man’s body turned limp. In the end, he had no choice but to agree with a sad expression on his face. He looked to the left and right before he walked toward the black building. Then, when he arrived at the entrance of the building, he brought out a bronze circular key. He thrust it out in the air before the door opened with a creak.