I picked up the scattered attributes

Cosmic graveyard, ancestral dragon ship, the palace of the God King, the corpse of an emperor... and now we've run into this damned Lord of Gray Mist!

He unconsciously trembled, his wings stood on end, and he had an urge to flee.

Those things, those secrets, were too far removed from him.

"Lord of the Gray Mist..."

Feng Xia narrowed his eyes, staring at the rushing Styx River in the spatial rift, his expression shifting between light and dark.

Not long ago, he even tried to find the Lord of the Gray Mist, intending to change the course of history and, to a certain extent, reverse the fate of the Xuan Yuan World!

Unexpectedly, the Lord of Gray Mist arrived the next moment.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Just then, a hazy figure rose from the gray mist and solidified into a human form before everyone's eyes.

Although the figure had no facial features, at this moment, everyone still felt as if a tangible gaze was staring at them nakedly!

"I sensed an unusual fluctuation in the Origin Pavilion, which is why I came here. However, that fluctuation was too weak, and it had completely disappeared by the time I arrived."

The figure in the gray mist spread its arms and laughed heartily: "Even I didn't expect there would be a second fluctuation!"

Feng Xia and Lu Tiancheng's hearts sank at the same time.

The meaning of the Lord of Gray Mist is very clear.

It was because they opened the Origin Pavilion and emitted a strange fluctuation that the Lord of Gray Mist was able to successfully enter this place.

"The Lord of the Gray Mist sensed two fluctuations?"

Lu Tiancheng was filled with remorse, his heart heavy with bitterness: "The first fluctuation was triggered when I left the Xuan Yuan World..."

The second fluctuation was undoubtedly triggered when he re-entered the Origin Pavilion.

Two unusual fluctuations in a short period of time finally attracted the covetous eyes of the Lord of Gray Mist!

"Humph!"

The Ancestral Dragon's Will gave a cold snort.

Only then did the figure in the gray mist seem to have just discovered the Ancestral Dragon, and he laughed with feigned surprise: "So Senior Ancestral Dragon is here too? I haven't heard from you in a long time. I thought you had already attained enlightenment."

He glanced at the dragon boat a few more times, finally fixing his gaze on Feng Xia's palm.

The mockery in his words was obvious to everyone: "But Senior Zulong's current situation seems rather dire."

The Ancestral Dragon's expression darkened, and he said coldly, "I have my own decisions to make, so there's no need for a junior like you to worry about them."

"Heh heh, you really think you're some kind of senior?"

The figure in the gray mist chuckled, its tone growing increasingly disdainful: "Who is whose senior is still uncertain."

Zu Long wanted to retort, but then he saw the figure turn around, and the gray mist surged as it disappeared into the gate of the Origin Pavilion.

In the distance, a hoarse voice could be heard.

"However, Senior Zulong's current demeanor really doesn't inspire me to fight. Perhaps when I have some free time, I will come and take a ride on the ship that Senior has transformed into."

As for Feng Xia and the others standing to the side, he completely ignored them.

The strongest among the group, the Changxi and Changyi sisters who are innate gods, pose no threat whatsoever to the gray mist humanoid.

"Interesting, quite interesting."

The Lord of the Gray Mist slowly walked into the Origin Pavilion, his tone relaxed and carefree, as if he were touring a scenic spot, appreciating the beauty and leaving his own comments.

The dragon boat remained motionless, showing no reaction whatsoever.

"That ancient divine kingdom has hidden its greatest secret here, and sent the King of Burial Gods to guard it, hehe..."

Everyone's hearts sank once again.

They had learned from the Ancestral Dragon that the Lord of the Burial Grounds, the Burial God King, had long been controlled by the Lord of the Gray Mist.

Sending the King of Burial Gods to guard the Origin Pavilion is almost tantamount to handing over the secrets of the pavilion to the Lord of Gray Mist!

"Huh? That piece of junk, the Six Paths Heavenly Wheel, is gone? Could it have been taken to Youdu by this guy?"

The Lord of the Gray Mist slowly departed, as if entering an empty land: "Imperial Court, Imperial Court, you, as the ancestral land, nurtured the ancient god kingdom, so why are you sealed here?"

His voice grew louder and louder, filled with inexplicable emotions, and the swirling gray mist was filled with an indescribable malevolence!

There are no seductive words, yet just hearing one will cause an ordinary person to fall into demonic ways and be controlled by the Lord of Gray Mist!

"However, you are about to break free from your sealed fate. I will bring you new life, and also bring new life to this universe—"

Feng Xia's lips twitched, her expression somewhat strange.

Regardless of the literary value of the Lord of Gray Mist's words, his behavior at this moment was just like that of a poet in high spirits!

Despite its hoarseness, the voice was remarkably melodious and captivating, possessing a deadly allure.

—Completely different from the Lord of Gray Mist whom Feng Xia knew in later generations, who was full of cruelty and madness.

"The one in the back seems to have completely gone mad."

Feng Xia's eyes flickered slightly, and his expression became increasingly strange: "The last time I traveled through time and space, it was when I enlightened the Killing Sword Tide Sea Life, and it was also when I severed the Hand of God and reversed the original defeat."

"So this time..."

He hesitated for a moment before uttering a few words: "Could it be that I drove the Lord of the Gray Mist insane as well?"

"His goal is the Imperial Court, and that painting on the eighth floor!"

Chang Xi and Chang Yi exchanged a glance and said in unison, "The imperial court of the ancient god kingdom is sealed in the painting on the eighth level!"

In that instant, Lu Tiancheng's heart sank to the bottom.

The eerie Lord of the Gray Mist has indeed come for the Xuan Yuan World!

"This spontaneous trip may soon be coming to an end..."

Lu Tiancheng was dejected.

At this moment, a figure in blue suddenly leaped up and landed on the dragon boat outside the Origin Pavilion. He calmly looked at everyone and said, "Everyone, the Ancestral Dragon accidentally witnessed the Burial God King kneeling before the Lord of Gray Mist, and it seems that he has been placed under a kill order."

"Now that we've stumbled upon him trespassing here, what are the chances that the Lord of the Gray Mist won't kill him to silence him...?"

Just how big is it?

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Chapter 0981

As soon as Feng Xia uttered those words, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

What kind of being was the First Dragon?

He only caught a glimpse of the Burial God King kneeling before the Lord of Gray Mist, and it is suspected that he was hunted down for this reason, and was then turned into a dragon ship, neither alive nor dead, unable to escape for countless years!

Now, it seems that the Lord of Gray Mist is ignoring them. Given his style of doing things, is it possible that he will spare their lives?

A moment of silence fell over the crowd, but in their hearts, they already knew the answer.

of course……

impossible!

"The Imperial Court is the center of the ancient divine kingdom. I don't know why it was sealed in that painting. It seems that the Lord of the Gray Mist's purpose is for that painting!"

Chang Xi also put away his usual joking manner and said solemnly, "Right now, his attention is focused on that painting, but once he achieves his goal, he will definitely turn against us."

"Of all the grand plans, retreat is the best option!"

Yu Hui also said solemnly, "It might not be too late to run away now."

For a moment, everyone looked at Feng Xia.

They are currently trapped within the sealed palace of the Burial God King, whose power is terrifying beyond measure. If Feng Xia had not used the dragon boat to break the seal, even the Lord of Gray Mist would have found it difficult to force his way in.

Therefore, Fuuka is the ultimate decision-maker!

"You can leave, but how can I leave?"

Lu Tiancheng's lips curled into a bitter smile, his unease reaching its peak.

At that moment, he suddenly noticed that Feng Xia was thoughtfully rubbing his chin.

"Brother Xia, what are you thinking about?"

"I thought of the First Emperor."

A glint of light flickered in Feng Xia's eyes, flowing with an inexplicable radiance.

Unlike the evil nature of the Lord of Gray Mist, Feng Xia's eyes possessed a mesmerizing quality that made people instinctively trust him.

"How does the strength of the First Emperor at his peak compare to ours?"

He suddenly smiled and asked.

Lu Tiancheng was taken aback and subconsciously replied, "When the Ancestral Dragon was at his peak, his strength far surpassed ours."

Even now, with the First Emperor in such a state of decline, this answer remains beyond doubt.

Everyone reacted instantly.

Feng Xia's lips suddenly curled up: "The Lord of Gray Mist's revenge afterward was more intense than anyone expected, and in the end, even the Ancestral Dragon couldn't withstand it."