As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life

“Even without attaining the legacy, should you obtain another Prison Lotus Wind Fire Golden Light Wheel hidden within the Strange Que, it would also be worthwhile.”

The Young Prince stopped smiling.

His expression turned serious.

“I won’t disappoint my father,” he said.

…

…

On top of Golden Light Peak.

The doors of the Divine Palace swung wide open.

Nan Lihuo with his white hair flying, walked out with his hands behind his back, and Wang Kuyu, who was nowhere to be seen before, had already appeared in front of the temple’s entrance.

“They have arrived; the elder of the authentic sect is here.”

Wang Kuyu murmured.

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“Another round, the Prison Lotus Wind Fire Golden Light Wheel has also arrived.”

Nan Lihuo murmured.

“Indeed… It’s precisely because of this Prison Lotus Wind Fire Golden Light Wheel that our Qian Yuan Divine Sect was able to initiate the Temple God Resonance of this Four Royal Mysterious Temple…”

Wang Kuyu’s eyes were deep.

“The Great Supervising Minister said… this Temple God Resonance convention at the Golden Light Prefecture’s Four Royal Mysterious Temple would reveal a legacy, and it’s uncertain… to whom it will bloom.”

“Representatives from all the powers have already arrived.”

“The son of Ji Moli, along with the descendants from Dao City’s great thousand-year-old family, the Temple Control Bureau brought a Divine Child from the Divine Capital, rumored to have Purple Qi reaching a thousand feet!”

“Additionally, that Yuan Jingang from the Corpse God Cult… he also brought a Spirit Baby carefully chosen by the Corpse God Cult.”

“And the Imperial Clan…”

At this point, Wang Kuyu suddenly stopped speaking.

Nan Lihuo’s eyes flickered.

The Great Scenic Imperial Clan…

He let out a breath and looked beyond the wind and rain.

“I believe in my disciple.”

When he finished speaking,

Nan Lihuo suddenly stepped forward.

His long sleeve whipped out, and in an instant, it seemed as if an ancient bell resounded.

The mountain gate of the Golden Light Peak opened at that moment.

It allowed the carriage that had been galloping all the way from Golden Light Prefecture’s official road to enter the gate.

As the main branch of the Golden Light Sub-sect, the Qian Yuan Divine Sect naturally opened its gate to welcome the guests.

Such a grand entrance shook the entire Golden Light Sub-sect!

Zheng Lei Peak.

After Li Che had lulled his wife and daughter to sleep, he was sitting alone under the eaves, appreciating the rain curtain, quietly meditating with a hot stove beside him brewing warm tea.

“People from the Qian Yuan Divine Sect, the main branch, have come.”

Li Che’s eyes opened and closed.

In an instant.

The Heaven and Earth chessboard seemed to leap from between his brows, expanding, ensnaring the entire Mansion City of Golden Light Prefecture.

Everything was within his view.

In the midst of this, it was as if he had opened the Heavenly Eye, clarifying everything immensely.

His powerful Primordial Spirit sat above the chessboard, akin to a celestial deity overlooking the human world.

He saw it.

The Flood Dragon Horse that was charging on the official road of the Mansion City,

And also that which was hidden inside the carriage,

The Prison Lotus Wind Fire Golden Light Wheel being suppressed and sealed by an old man.

…

…

The carriage drove at a fast pace.

The Flood Dragon Horses neighed, hot waves rolling in their nostrils!

Driving rain pelted the carriage’s top and lashed against the robust charioteer at the reins.

The chilling winter breeze within the heavy rain fluttered the curtain sporadically,

Revealing just a corner of the carriage’s antique robe, yet concealing the figure seated within.

The figure was elderly, sitting inside the carriage, antique clothing billowing in the winter wind.

The pounding winter rain was relentless outside, yet the old man inside was unaffected.

In his palm, which resembled an old tree root, he held a dimly shining golden wheel, palm-sized, with ancient and profound patterns engraved upon it.

The old man’s other hand was busy with a Seal Formula, thumb pressing against the lines between his forefinger and middle finger, constantly moving to cover the golden wheel with Divinity as if to congeal it within the carriage.

His eyes were closed, letting the carriage jolt him without disturbing his peace, as if he were deep in sleep.

Suddenly.

The golden wheel in the old man’s palm, which he was suppressing and sealing, unexpectedly began to flicker with golden light, the inner and outer rims starting to misalign and rotate, ringing…