“Gulp!”
The elder's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. His face had gone pale, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
“Are you suggesting... I go beg the Heavenly Mechanism Tower Master?”
The Yao Guang Saint Lord's tone was chilling.
“S-Saint Lord, you misunderstood.”
The elder wiped the sweat from his forehead, trembling uncontrollably. The oppressive aura of a Sage was too overwhelming. Even with his Saint Lord-level cultivation, it was nearly unbearable.
In a hushed voice, he said, “I mean we could send someone to the Heavenly Mechanism Tower to purchase the information. I doubt the Tower Master would refuse a business deal.”
“Enough!”
The Yao Guang Saint Lord's face shimmered with divine light, his overwhelming aura suffusing the room. He said coldly, “Leave now!”
“Saint Lord...”
The elder opened his mouth to say more but was cut off.
“Leave!”
The Yao Guang Saint Lord's voice boomed like a thunderclap, shaking the void. The force of his words caused two pillars in the grand hall to crack, leaving long fractures behind.
The elder staggered as though struck, his face turning ashen. He barely managed a salute before quickly retreating.
After the elder left, the Yao Guang Saint Lord stood alone in the grand hall. His imposing figure, though upright, seemed to hunch ever so slightly. When he finally spoke, his voice was unexpectedly hoarse.
“Come out.”
A black shadow emerged from the void, walking slowly as he spoke.
“I warned you back then to send your son back to the Demon Sect, but you refused. If you had listened, none of this would be happening now.”
“Send the son of the Yao Guang Saint Lord to a demonic sect? Do you think the elders of the Yao Guang Sacred Land would sit idly by?”
The Yao Guang Saint Lord spoke slowly.
The black shadow fell silent. After a moment, he spoke again.
“I can help you find Feng Nishang's whereabouts.”
“You?”
The Yao Guang Saint Lord turned to look at the black shadow. For a fleeting moment, hope flared in his eyes.
“How confident are you?”
“Less than ten percent,” the shadow admitted.
The vast Yao Guang Sacred Land had no leads. Expecting him to succeed was unlikely, especially since Feng Nishang had escaped quickly, with powerful individuals helping to cover her tracks.
With their current strength, finding her was nearly impossible.
“Hah.”
The Yao Guang Saint Lord scoffed, turning away again. He understood what “less than ten percent” really meant—it was just a way to console him.
In truth, it likely meant no chance at all.
The elder had mentioned earlier that the figure who blocked Liu Shibo was only a spiritual soul. And yet, that soul alone could withstand an attack from a Sage.
In their prime, they were likely a Saint King—or perhaps even stronger.
Unless they sent out a Saint King or Great Sage to search, there was little hope. But that was implausible. Great Sages were the foundation of a sect.
To dispatch such a figure to avenge a fallen Saint Son? Impossible.
“What if the Heavenly Mechanism Tower took action?”
The Yao Guang Saint Lord said meaningfully.
“A hundred percent chance,” the black shadow replied after a moment's thought.
“But I cannot approach the Heavenly Mechanism Tower. Not only do I have a grudge against the Tower Master, but my identity also makes it impossible to seek his help!”
The Yao Guang Saint Lord muttered.
“What are you planning?”
The black shadow frowned, sensing that the Yao Guang Saint Lord was on the verge of making a dangerous decision.
“If you want revenge for your son, I can send someone to the Heavenly Mechanism Tower to purchase Feng Nishang's location.”
“No need.”
The Yao Guang Saint Lord waved dismissively.
“As long as the Heavenly Mechanism Tower exists, I will never feel at ease. Even after avenging my son, my identity as the Yao Guang Saint Lord could still be exposed.”
“I want to end this once and for all.”
“Once I obtain his Heavenly Mechanism deduction techniques, everything will be resolved!”
“What?”
The black shadow's head snapped up in shock.
“The Heavenly Mechanism Tower Master's strength is no less than a Sage. Even if you act personally, you may not be his match!”
“Who said I would act personally?”
The Yao Guang Saint Lord's eyes narrowed as he said coldly, “I'm curious—can he withstand a Saint King-level killing formation?”
“You want to set up a formation outside the Heavenly Mechanism Tower?”
The black shadow's frown deepened.
It wasn't impossible. A Saint King-level killing formation could cover thousands of miles. Once activated, no one within the range of the formation would escape alive—including everyone inside the Heavenly Mechanism Tower.
It was a vicious but highly effective tactic.
If the Tower Master wasn't at the Saint King level, he would certainly perish. And even if he were stronger, they could still retreat without direct confrontation.
It was a plan that offered the best of both worlds.
“If the Tower Master dies, how will you obtain his deduction techniques?”
The black shadow asked.
“Don't worry.”
The Yao Guang Saint Lord waved his hand confidently.
“I have my arrangements. All I need is for you to find me a few grandmasters of formations.”
“How many?”
“At least five!”
A Saint King-level killing formation didn't necessarily require a Saint King to set it up. With enough formation grandmasters working together, it could still be achieved.
The only issue would be gathering the required materials.
Both the Yao Guang Saint Lord and the black shadow had their ways of acquiring the materials.
“Give me ten days!”
The black shadow gritted his teeth.
Finding the materials was manageable, but locating the formation grandmasters would be challenging.
Formation grandmasters were rare talents who had delved deeply into the Dao of Formations. There weren't many of them in the world, and their services were notoriously expensive.
After all, they were in high demand.
“Agreed.”
The Yao Guang Saint Lord nodded.
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