I'm the emperor from the start, and you want me to keep the three-year agreement?

“Holy Maiden, no!”

Elder Yan Yanxi hurriedly said after hearing that Nali wanted to return to the Desolate Ancient Continent, “The outside world is dangerous. The old Holy Lord was killed by enemies when he was outside.”

“Although our Yanhuang Clan has declined, this place retains the formations of successive Holy Lords, as well as the blessing of the old Holy Lord's secret techniques. It's difficult for outsiders to find this place.”

“You should focus on cultivating and improving your strength now. Even if our clan cannot return to its peak, surviving is still a good option.”

Having experienced two eras, and the previous era being one of turmoil, these old elders are already tired and weary.

The current Holy Lord is only at the True God realm, far from reaching even half of the old Holy Lord's strength. They actually look down on such a Holy Lord.

They are like loyal subjects of a previous dynasty's emperor, only wanting to protect the other party's legacy.

And for Elder Yan Yanxi and the others, the most important thing is naturally the Holy Maiden Nali.

They may not pursue the peak, only wanting to see Nali live a good life.

Now, Nali actually says she wants to return to the Desolate Ancient Continent to find clues about the Holy Lord. Isn't this taking their lives?

“Holy Maiden, please stay.” The elders pleaded.

“Yes, the outside world is so chaotic. The enemies of our Yanhuang Clan from tens of thousands of years ago are still alive! If you go out, there's a risk of them finding you!”

“If you stay, we old fellows will use everything we've learned in our lives to teach you!”

Listening to the elders' words, Nali was very determined.

“Elders, my mind is made up.”

Nali said, “Father was the Holy Lord of the Yanhuang Clan. As his daughter, I must walk the path he didn't finish.”

“Please rest assured, elders, after I go out, I will definitely cultivate diligently and strive to become a True God as soon as possible, so that the Yanhuang Clan can return to its peak!”

Once Nali makes up her mind, no one can change her thoughts.

The Desolate Ancient Continent was the last stop for the Holy Lord and the Holy Lord's wife.

Although, in the tower, the Holy Lord's phantom told Nali not to think about revenge and to live well.

But the more it was like this, the more Nali wanted to take revenge.

Admittedly, the other party is very strong.

However, Nali believes that as long as she diligently cultivates her father's inheritance, coupled with her special physique, she will one day be able to surpass her father and meet the enemy!

“Do you really want to leave?” Yan Yanxi asked, trying to persuade her one last time, his voice hoarse.

Nali nodded, “This is my home, and Qingyun Sect is also my home.”

She looked at Lin Ning and the others, smiling, “My family in another world are all here. They will return sooner or later, and I will follow them back.”

Nali cupped her hands, “Please rest assured, elders, I will definitely return after I have learned everything.”

Seeing Nali's determination, the others didn't try to persuade her anymore.

Thinking about it, it made sense.

After all, Nali was born and raised outside.

The Yanhuang Clan doesn't have any special significance to her.

Race?

Birthplace?

Hometown?

No, since the Holy Maiden wants to complete the path that the Holy Lord never finished and avenge her father.

Then, all the past events of the Yanhuang Clan should not become shackles that imprison the Holy Maiden.

“Since the Holy Maiden is determined to leave, we will no longer try to persuade her.”

Elder Yan Yanxi sighed and said, “Holy Maiden, will you stay for a few more days?”

Nali shook her head, “No, my junior brother's three-year agreement is almost up, we have to go back.”

“This three-year agreement is more important than life, he cannot break it.”

Lin Ning scratched his head beside her.

“Alright.” Elder Yan Yanxi said.

Before parting, at the request of the elders, the Holy Lord who was in closed-door cultivation ordered to see the Holy Maiden off.

Elder Yan Yanxi led the others to an inconspicuous corner and said:

“This is the passage to the Desolate Ancient Continent.”

With a point of his finger, a door of nothingness appeared out of thin air.

Nali asked curiously, “Can you go to the Desolate Ancient Continent from here? Then can you enter and exit at will?”

Yan Yanxi shook his head and said, “No, this door will only appear when the Heavenly Dao's control is weak.”

Every world has rules, and every world has a Heavenly Dao.

The Heavenly Dao's will controls the world's trajectory. Although various disturbances and disasters deviate from the trajectory.

However, from an overall perspective, the trajectory is still rising.

“In recent years, the Heavenly Dao's rules have become more and more lax.”

Elder Yan Yanxi said, “That's why you were able to enter our Yanhuang Clan from the outside world.”

“After you return, affected by the Heavenly Dao, this door will also be closed for a long time, waiting to appear again when the rules are weak next time.”

Nali bid farewell to the elders one by one, then turned and entered the door of nothingness, heading to the Desolate Ancient Continent.

In the distance, in a dark place.

“Finally gone?” A hoarse voice came.

“Do you have any instructions?” A black shadow appeared beside him.

“Although she chose to leave, she did take away the Holy Lord's遺物 from the Divine Tower after all.”

“There should be the Holy Lord's inheritance inside. Plunder the Holy Lord's inheritance, and kill her if necessary!”

......

Lin Ning opened his eyes, looking at the world in front of him, and suddenly felt dazed.

Ruins, everywhere were ruins.

Countless cultivators died tragically, their bodies crushed by fallen stones.

Faint wails could be heard, causing people to feel fear after hearing them.

Lin Ning raised his head, looking at the familiar three large characters:梵天城 (Fantian City).

If it weren't for these three characters, Lin Ning would have thought that the Yanhuang Clan's formation had made a mistake, leading them to another place.

“Is this Fantian City?” Shen Nian said in shock, “Why is it different from before?”

Aside, after seeing familiar faces, Xiao Yuxuan's mood was greatly disturbed. She ran over with a look of astonishment, urging her cultivation technique to move all the stones on the corpses away.

“Uncle Chen San, Widow Xu, Old Man Zeng...”

Looking at these friends dying tragically, Xiao Yuxuan was in tears, “What on earth happened here?”

“The Holy Land of Casting in the Desolate Ancient Continent, why has it been reduced to ruins?”

Aside, Lin Ning was very puzzled.

“Didn't I leave two clones for City Lord Ma?”

“Could it be that there are cultivators in this world who are more powerful than me?”

The two clones left by Lin Ning could easily defuse the attacks of Emperor Venerables, and even True Gods would have a chance to fight.

“Emperor Lin, you have finally appeared!”

From within the ruins, a man with disheveled hair and covered in blood suddenly flashed over.

“City Lord Ma?” Lin Ning said in shock, “How did you become like this?”

“And why was Fantian City destroyed? Where are the clones I left you?”

Ma Zhixuan cried with a mournful face, “Emperor Lin, you don't know, in the ten or so days since you left, the structure of the Desolate Ancient Continent has been constantly changing.”

“The Demon Race unilaterally tore up the alliance agreement with the Devil Race and completely turned against them.”

“Their Demon Race's Emperor Venerable wanted to seize Fantian City and force us to forge divine artifacts for them.”

The two clones left by Lin Ning blocked the Demon Race's two attacks.

After being defeated twice, the Demon Race was still full of combat power, and they came back again.

Ma Zhixuan wanted to contact Lin Ning, but received no response. He even made a special trip to Qingyun Sect, only to find that only Lei Ziyu was the strongest.

If Lei Ziyu had been left to handle this matter, he would probably have died at the hands of the Demon Race's Emperor Venerable.

Listening to Ma Zhixuan's words, Lin Ning's expression became solemn.

He thought to himself: “Why would the Demon Race tear up the agreement? What are they after?”