I inherited my husband's divine position

Chapter 889: The words may be rough, but the reasoning is sound.

The leisure time didn't last long.

The glow of the sunset on the horizon grew increasingly vibrant, possessing an unnatural charm, as if something unpredictable was brewing.

Meng Luo's gaze was dark as she said in a deep voice, "They're here."

"What are you going to do?"

Mi Bayue smiled.

At first glance, her smile is like a gentle breeze, without a trace of danger.

However, Meng Luo had seen Mi Bayue use this smile on both friends and enemies more than once.

She can chat with you with a gentle smile, taking care of you perfectly, or she can use the same smile to fight you, forcing you into a magical inferno or throwing you into a bizarre death trap.

In some ways, it's similar to being moody.

"Now that the array is complete, it's a good time to test its stability in all aspects," Mi Bayue said.

Meng Luo didn't react much to this, as if she had already guessed this in her heart, and now that Mi Bayue said it, it was just to confirm her guess.

Meng Luo reminded Mi Bayue, "There is more than one throne in the Yang Meridian."

It's not just one; it's known to far exceed the Yin meridians.

Before Mi Bayue could speak, Mi Feixue stepped forward from the other side.

Her pale face showed no fear, and her dark eyes held a sharp, eager glint in them.

When Meng Luo noticed it, she felt a shiver run down her spine as this sharp point pierced her soul.

Mi Bayue's attention was also drawn to Mi Feixue's action, and she turned to smile at Mi Feixue.

As if remembering something, Mi Bayue said, "Feixue once asked how to deal with disobedient people?"

Mi Feixue replied earnestly, "If it hurts, you'll obey."

Meng Luo's eyelids twitched.

The words may be rough, but the principle is sound.

The premise is that others don't know they're talking about the throne.

distance.

A dark shadow could be vaguely seen in the direction of the Misty Sea.

The dark shadows they saw were not large, but the sea was filled with towering waves.

If these waves were allowed to crash onto the land, it would be a fatal blow to the life on the coastal land.

Despite the vast distance between them, and the imposing aura of the throne not yet physically pressing down on her, the Celestial Venerable's sense of danger had already warned her in her soul, causing Meng Luo to tense up and enter a state of alert and preparedness.

Mi Feixue glanced at Mi Bayue, silently said goodbye, and then immediately opened the Anywhere Door and went inside.

The Anywhere Door disappeared from sight. Meng Luo asked, "Did she go alone?"

Mi Bayue said, "Too many people will actually hinder Feixue's performance."

Meng Luo remained silent for a long while, her tone suggesting she truly had confidence in Mi Feixue's ability to handle several Yang Meridian Thrones alone.

Boom——

A thunderclap suddenly sounded across half the sky, which was bathed in the crimson glow of the sunset.

The thunder was so loud it shook the heavens and the earth; it could be heard clearly even from Linghuazhai.

One after another, the figures of celestial beings stood in the air, gazing at the Misty Sea just like Mi Bayue and the others.

They were wary of the taboos and rules of Linghuazhai, so they didn't fly high, simply to broaden their horizons.

It was only after these people took to the air that the people on the ground realized that so many Celestial Venerables had already arrived at Linghuazhai. These Celestial Venerables who had arrived early were, of course, those who had long resided in Tongxiguan.

"This commotion... it means the throne has made its move."

Even though it was expected that the Yang Vein Throne would not let this opportunity slip by, the fact that the imagined scenario was actually happening before one's eyes still made it impossible to remain calm.

Under the constraints of the peace treaty, the Yin meridian can still contend with the Yang meridian in the polar battlefield.

When the constraints of rules are removed, the true power of the Yang Meridian's throne pours forth, just like the thunder and fire raging in the present, enough to change the color of heaven and earth and wipe out all living beings.

Under the immense power of this discontinuity, even the powerful celestial beings who ruled over their respective regions became powerless.

Surprisingly, even though they couldn't maintain their composure under this power, they weren't too panicked.

Yongmengxiang sent them invitations to attend the Centennial Righteous Path Conference as guests. There were no plans for joint combat, which made the meaning quite clear—the organizers would handle any possible attacks themselves.

Ning Zitan's eyes were deep as she whispered, "Perhaps this time we can see the true essence of Eternal Dreamland."

The other celestial beings heard his words and were inexplicably excited upon hearing them.

This feeling is irrational and inappropriate.

What lies ahead are thrones that they cannot even look directly at. If Eternal Dreamland is too overconfident and cannot withstand them, they will face a life-or-death race.

Knowing this, their uncontrollable emotions outweighed their rational analysis, indicating that their subconscious had already leaned towards Eternal Dreamland, believing that the true power behind Eternal Dreamland surpassed the thrones of the Yang Meridians.

Rumbling--

Another deafening thunderstorm.

Lightning flashed clearly across the fiery sunset sky, like dragons tumbling across the heavens, turning the already daytime sky even paler. The terrifying power gave people a chilling feeling that a heavenly tribulation was about to descend, threatening to destroy and regenerate this world.

Even standing here, far from the Sea of ​​Mist, is terrifying; it's hard to imagine what it would be like to be in the middle of the Sea of ​​Mist.

"Old Du, open the book quickly."

The celestial beings of the Yin Meridian felt that the voice sounded somewhat familiar, but before they could figure out who the voice belonged to, they were drawn to the landscape painting that suddenly unfolded before their eyes.

The scroll appeared out of thin air, suspended in the air, its ribbons fluttering and untied, like a pipa half-concealing its face. Before even seeing the true contents inside, an irrepressible longing arose in one's heart.

The celestial beings suddenly came to their senses and were horrified to discover the terrifying aspect of this painting: it could draw people's hearts and souls in without their knowledge or awareness.

The reason they were able to regain their senses and realize this was because the owner of the painting intentionally controlled its power to avoid accidentally harming any creatures that saw it.

throne!

Ning Zitan and the others immediately realized that the owner behind the painting was the Yin Moon Throne.

Du Shiru.

That familiar voice that shouted "Open the book!" must have been another Shadow King from the Yin Meridian.

They actually stayed at Linghuazhai instead of dealing with the invading Yangmai Throne!?

At this moment, the scroll in the air has been unfurled, with drops of ink falling and spreading, like the opening of a dream.

The ink wash painting outlines the boundary between heaven and earth, then the sky is colored, the water surface churns, and small black dots appear in the middle, revealing limbs—it turns out to be a person.

The familiar scene immediately made everyone realize that the painting depicted the situation in the Misty Sea.

Only the throne can withstand the power of the throne and bring everything to life on the scroll.

“Mi Feixue actually drove us away.” Shang Zhongsheng’s figure appeared in front of the painting.

Beside him was another person, even more mysterious than him, who was rarely seen in public.

Du Shiru held an unassuming paintbrush and made a dot on the scroll through the void.

The scroll seemed to be cleared of mist, and the contents of the painting came to life, becoming more and more vivid. In addition to black and white ink, several other colors were added, and the movements of the figures became clearer.

A fiery storm of crimson and pale lightning descended from the sky, enveloping a solitary figure shrouded in darkness.