Thinking back, it was no wonder Jiuyou had clashed with the Night Emperor. Death, yin corpses, and flames—all these fell under the Vermilion Bird in the Night Emperor’s system. Before Zhao Changhe had left the capital, Vermillion Bird had been delving into similar fields. The conflict between Jiuyou and the Night Emperor was a competition for divine authority. In a world governed by overarching powers, there could only be one ultimate master.0

Ye Wuzong had wanted to compare his mastery of wind with Hidden Wind. Zhao Changhe was locked in a contest over vicious blood with Lie. Why would the Night Emperor tolerate Jiuyou?0

Of course, while their domains overlapped, they also diverged—Jiuyou’s sphere encompassed annihilation and chaos, areas not entirely within the Night Emperor’s purview. Still, when it came to facing Jiuyou, Vermillion Bird might ultimately be the better match. Regardless, when the time came that he had to face Jiuyou, Zhao Changhe would likely call on reinforcements.0

“How is it? Any discoveries?” Yue Hongling crouched nearby, her voice soft yet steady.0

Zhao Changhe felt a warm surge of gratitude. The eerie atmosphere of the burial ground was oppressive, and he could tell Yue Hongling was uneasy. Yet she remained by his side, offering her thoughts and support to bolster his resolve. He reached out, clasping...0