The atmosphere in the hall was grim. Tianming stood beside Lingfeng. Seeing his anger, Tianming gently patted his shoulder, his lips curling into a smile.

"Brother." Lingfeng looked up, the Primordial Gate on his chest rapidly revolving. There were a few crimson streaks in the corners of his eyes, making him appear rather gloomy.

"It's alright. Problems are meant to be solved," Tianming said. However, solving their predicament meant facing the sun emperor. This was different from the Azurecloud Continent; the sun emperor obviously wanted to use the Ninemoon Goddess to turn the number one sect on the myriad sect ranking into his vassal. Anyone who dared to stop him was setting themselves...