Jiang Ling made similar arrangements outside the Grand Sky Gate. The Ancient Qilin Clan’s army was composed of about a hundred thousand youths, commanded by Chong Yang.

As an Astral General, Tianming’s position was equivalent to the exalted ones, and might even be higher than Qilin Kings. As the heavy rain continued pouring down, Tianming glanced at the Ancient Qilin Clan.

He could see complicated expressions written on the faces of everyone from the Ancient Qilin Clan. Chong Yang sighed, “Why is this the outcome for geniuses of my Ancient Qilin Clan? Especially Li Muyang and Li Tianming, this father and son pair.…”

“That’s just life, don’t dwell on it,” replied Jing Yue.

“Speaking of which, is there any reaction from the Cyclic Map?”

“Yeah, Li Muyang is gradually approaching the Divine Capital. It looks like he thinks he has nothing to fear after Autarch Qian’s death.”

“Wait, wasn’t he crippled by Autarch Qian? How’d he regain his cultivation? Did he start all over again?”

While they discussed the traitor, their orders finally came. Sitting on his ferocious tiger, Bai Zijun roared,...