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

A rosewood long table was set up in the storm, arranged at the edge of the Listening Fury Cliff Stone, facing the Nine Dragons River, and directly opposite was that temple shrouded in the storm, barely visible, its supremely terrifying divinity as if tearing the heavens and earth apart.

Burning incense, offering prayers, Zhang Qing Zheng’s expression was grave.

Nan Lihuo, later joining as the Sect Master, also added an incense stick, inserting it into the incense burner.

The wind and rain howled, huge raindrops falling, yet unable to extinguish the three sticks of incense planted in the incense burner!

These were special material incenses, burning not ash, but divinity!

The rising smoke surged skyward, slowly isolating the wind and rain surrounding the Listening Fury Cliff Stone!

The roaring Nine Dragons River seemed to have quieted down.

The raging waves became calm.

It was as if those terrifying beings, locked at the bottom of the river, were gradually quieting down, beginning to listen to the sacrificial phrases, calming their hearts.

When all rituals were completed.

In front of Listening Fury Cliff Stone, there was a complete calm.

The murmurs of many people resounded, curiously observing the strange power that shielded the raging rain.

Li Che looked up, feeling quite amazed.

Was this really communicating with the Mysterious Temple?

Communicating with the Temple God of the Four Royal Mysterious Temples?

Wasn’t it said that the Mysterious Temples needed to be conquered before normal communication could occur, just like that temple on Golden Light Peak?

This Third Prince’s Mysterious Temple, which hadn’t been conquered yet, could still initiate normal communication?

The atmosphere was very quiet, no one spoke.

Even the Noble Families like the Qin Family, the Hai Family, and others within Golden Light Prefecture City remained composed and quiet, not daring to speak loudly.

Finally, everyone’s eyes began to stir.

Because, the old man holding a Golden Wheel in his hand moved, his white-haired head and simple long robe stepping out into the fierce wind.

In the City Lord’s Mansion, Su Huaili pulled Young Prince Ji Haihui by his side, wearing a gentle smile, slightly bowing to Jiao Shaoqiu.

Young Prince Ji Haihui’s purple eyes gleamed like mirrors as he followed in bowing.