One stroke from Li Hao returned clear weather and blue skies to the overcast Silver City. But when the young man once more raised his head, it appeared that thunderclouds wished to gather again.0

A light glinted in his eyes. There seemed to be a threshold in the upper reaches of the sky, but it wasn’t that distinct. Li Hao didn’t follow the thread of his bloodline; there was grave danger each time he did so.0

The rest of the group looked into the sky with him, not seeing anything. Director General Zhao, on the other hand, felt his bloodline stir vaguely.0

“I bumped into Ying Hongyue here once before,” he said slowly with a glance at Li Hao. “He said that there is a formation in this area that can extract the bloodline power of the eight families. It also diminishes the strength of our bloodlines, making unsealing inevitable.”0

A seal.0

Li Hao pondered his words thoughtfully.0

“The Star Gate should be nearby,” Director General Wang interjected. “It’s just sealed away and its presence dissipated. That’s why we can’t see or sense it. It was crafted by the greatest forger of New Martial, the Divine Forge Emperor!”0

They wouldn’t have dared mention an exalted...0