Not far away, Gudu Wuyi was filled with indescribable anguish as he gazed at the fortieth place on the rankings board. His voice spoke of fury, despair, unwillingness, and denial as he sobbed, “My son Canyang!”

The most intense emotion of all was his hatred and pain towards the heavens and everything in it.

Similarly, the other Solitude Emperor Palace’s Ancestors eyes were a little dim with grief, and anguish was etched on their faces.

The pillar of their hope, the Solitude Emperor Palace’s most talented genius, the Solitude Emperor’s Disciple… was dead!

Dead! Gudu Nanying’s mind went completely blank.

They had been fantasizing that Gudu Canyang would perform outstandingly in this time’s Battle of the Heavenly Court, entering the top thirty ranks! He was on the path to bringing glory and honor to their Solitude Emperor Palace, but now, their hopes were shattered.

They...