Chapter 1018 - 372: Luo Qinglian, Primordial Heaven Opening Strategy!!

Looking at the skull in the box, Old Man Hong, who was initially ready to oppose, froze in his expression.

Then, he calmly picked up the skull from the box and examined it closely in front of his eyes.

Afterward, he didn’t put it back in the box; instead, he held it in his hand and seriously said to Fang Qingyu, "I disagree, not because of other issues, but because I cannot send people to defend this city. Relying only on your ten thousand people won’t hold."

Fang Qingyu nodded while listening and said, "I know that, but... it’s not just the people we have."

Upon hearing this, Old Man Hong’s expression couldn’t help but show a surprised look.

In the end, Fang Qingyu came out of the office.

No one knew what Fang Qingyu discussed with Old Man Hong inside.

But Fang Qingyu had acquired a document in his hand.

The box was gone.

...

Bibo City, the Luo Family ancestral land.

In the deepest part of the mansion.

A mystical chamber was shrouded in a flowing, gentle water-blue glow.

This glow wasn’t from lanterns but naturally emitted by countless deep-sea mystical stones embedded in the chamber walls.

It formed a perfect isolating barrier.

Blocking all external peering, sound, and even thoughts entirely.

In the center of the chamber was a pool of deep blue water shrouded in misty cold fog.

The pool was deep like a condensed polar Ice Sea.

Emitting a bone-chilling Spiritual Energy.

Beneath the surface, faintly visible were ice crystals as fine as stars, slowly floating and rotating.

A silhouette quietly hovered about a foot above the blue Cold Jade Pool.

Her body was enveloped in a denser water-blue brilliance than the pool’s glow, the brilliance like the smoothest silk or flowing liquid sapphire, gently wrapping around her figure’s outline.

Blurred, preventing anyone from seeing specific features.

Only able to faintly sense an ethereal beauty.

She was the pillar of the Bibo Luo Family of this generation.

Having lived nearly three hundred years, wielding the Divine Authority of the Luo God, Luo Qinglian.

The space inside the chamber was like the surface of water where a stone was thrown.

Rippling extremely lightly.

A figure dressed in a deep blue robe seemed to squeeze out from the void.

It appeared silently on the cold, smooth, icy surface by the pool.

The visitor was a young man, handsome yet carrying an indelible ominousness.

He was the one who had previously delivered a grand gift to Fang Qingyu and others.

Known as Little Six in Luo Qinglian’s mouth.

His knees slammed heavily onto the hard, cold icy surface.

Producing a dull sound.

His head bowed deeply, forehead pressed against the ground’s piercing cold.

His body trembled slightly from extreme tension and an indescribable emotion.

"Ancestor..." Little Six’s voice was dry and tight, carrying a barely detectable fear, "Fang Qingyu and them..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by an ethereal voice.

That voice was calm and unwavering, yet carried an extreme indifference.

"They... came back alive. Is that so?"

Little Six’s body suddenly stiffened.

He buried his head lower against the ground, his voice carrying an air of despair as he confirmed, "Yes... Ancestor. Fang Qingyu returned alive from the City of Injustice. And moreover..."

The chamber fell into a dead silence.

Only the mist rising from the Cold Jade Pool’s surface.

Changing shape silently in the flowing water-blue brilliance.

For a long, long time.

The water-blue brilliance hovering above the pool trembled slightly.

The blurred figure enveloped within.

Seemed to slowly sit upright.

Then, the water-blue brilliance enveloping her silently receded like a tide.

Revealing her true form beneath.

Walking on air.

Her bare jade feet unstained by dust, lightly stepped into the void.

Her ankles round, skin fairer than snow, exuding a jade-like warmth.

Step by step, from the hovering state.

Slowly descended.

The water-blue brilliance completely withdrew within, turning into a robe of ancient simplicity yet flowing with watery sheen, fittingly cloaking her slender, perfect body.

The robe moved autonomously, with its sleeves seemingly surrounded by tiny streams without a sound.

When her feet finally landed lightly on the icy surface by the pool.

That face enough to overshadow the world.

Also clearly presented at the edge of Little Six’s lowered vision.

No wrinkles, no traces of age.

Her skin as transparent as the first snow, her features as exquisite as the creator’s most perfect masterpiece, coming together to form an ethereal beauty almost divine.

Yet those eyes, pupils as deep as icy blue pools.

Held indifference, the void witnessed after seeing through worldly changes.

She appeared as nothing more than a flawless maiden in her twenties.

However, what emanated from her.

Was the accumulated three hundred years of age-old majesty.

Luo Qinglian slightly lowered her head.

Her ice-blue eyes calmly gazed down at Little Six, kneeling on the ground.

His body shaking violently due to fear and excitement.

"Indeed..."

She gently parted her lips, her voice still ethereal, yet tinged with a sense of conclusion as if the dust had settled, "Fate cannot be fully grasped, Heavenly Dao is unpredictable, the trajectory of destiny is hard to measure. Even in a situation destined for certain death, those carrying fate can wrestle out a glimpse of survival in despair."

As if stating a long-expected fact.

Her tone indifferent without a ripple.

"Ancestor!"

Little Six abruptly raised his head, his face devoid of any ominousness, only eyes burned red by immense fear and some irrevocable resolve, tears spinning madly in his eyes. He almost roared, "I’ll go now! Go and kill him! As long as he’s dead... as long as he’s dead, you won’t have to honor the agreement with Hong Qitian, that old bastard, right?! Ancestor!!!"