Outside the Holy Palace, Mu Xianglin was deathly pale. His back was disturbingly straight as he looked straight ahead. Although Yao Bin was the first to enter, he faintly knew about the Old Ancestor’s arrangements. That person in the Holy Palace absolutely wouldn’t allow him to obtain the inheritance so easily.

Mu Mo had a chance…he had a chance…suddenly, there was a peal of thunder in the skies above, followed by loud billowing rumbles that stirred up the world.

Mu Xianglin’s body shivered. He looked up to see lightning flashing. Auspicious clouds appeared from nowhere and a feeling of awe rose from his heart, causing his lips to quiver.

The throne of the Holy Son had finally found its new owner!

Mu Mo had only been in the Holy Palace for several breaths of time…Mu Xianglin felt his field of vision flash black. He bit through his lips to barely keep himself conscious…don’t panic, it’s not settled yet…Mu Mo had a Sovereign level Demon Body as well as the holy ancestor’s holy object in his hand. How could he possibly fail without fighting back?

After being in a trance for a long time, the surface of the Holy Palace’s barrier began to part open to reveal a channel. This was a true opening, completely different in significance from how it allowed...