In the world of "Covering the Sky," my cultivation technique is not right.

With the matter settled, the Dragon Head Peak Master, along with Yao Guang and his disciples, departed first.

Lü Yao did not rush to leave, but stayed at Tai Xuan Sect, waiting for Poker Face to return.

The next day, Peak Master Dayan finally returned.

He still had that cold, poker face. He appeared in front of Lü Yao and said only three words: "Didn't catch up."

"If we didn't catch them, we didn't catch them. It's not our time to die." Lu Yao saw things clearly. Given the state of the Ji family and their connection with the Wang family, the two families would definitely not let things rest and would appear in front of him again.

We'll settle the score later.

Poker Face flickered and vanished.

But Lü Yao knew that he was nearby, protecting his safety at all times. As long as the older generation made a move, the Great Yan Peak Master would definitely appear immediately.

Just like when he blocked Ji Yuanbing's attack with a single strike.

Ye Fan didn't know where he had gone with the old madman, but he now had a new goal: the Hengyu Scripture of the Jiang family and the Xihuang Scripture of Yaochi.

"Let's find the gate to the Northern Region." Lü Yao transformed into a streak of rainbow light, soaring into the sky and disappearing into the horizon.

Although he didn't know where Ye Fan had gone or whether he would reappear in the Northern Region, he urgently needed to obtain the Hengyu Scripture and the Xihuang Scripture to satisfy his judgment on the five great divine treasures of the Dao Palace.

Therefore, it is necessary to go to Zishan to rescue Jiang Taixu and bring out the big black dog.

......

On the other side, the powerful Wang family member, dragging his crippled body and coughing up blood, stumbled and fell back to the banks of the Ji River, traversing the void.

His body was even broken halfway through, but was forcibly healed using a secret method.

When the Ji family found this powerful figure from the Wang family at the gate, they saw that he had left pools of bright red blood on the square in front of the Ji family's gate.

"Tell the Holy Lord of the Ji family that I have brought back the divine body." The powerful figure from the Wang family spoke in a weak voice, barely audible.

A small golden tower floated in mid-air. With a flash of golden light, a person and four corpses appeared on the ground.

"It's Ji Haoyue!"

"Young Master!"

"And Ji Biyue, Ji Mingyue..."

The scene startled the Ji family disciples on duty that day, and one of them immediately rushed off to deliver the message.

Soon after, the entire Ji family received the news that streaks of rainbow light had streaked across the sky and appeared outside the Ji family's gate.

The Holy Lord of the Ji family was the first to appear, and his expression was grim as he looked at Ji Haoyue, whose fate was unknown.

After bringing Ji Haoyue back, the eldest son of the Wang family recounted in detail everything that happened at the Tai Xuan Banquet, especially what occurred after the Void Mirror was used to send away many Ji family disciples.

This incident aroused widespread indignation among many members of the Ji family.

"Save Haoyue at all costs." The Holy Lord ordered his men to retrieve the long-treasured Medicine King and other treasures from the treasury and give them to Ji Haoyue.

Lu Yao struck hard, nearly killing Ji Haoyue by a hair's breadth; the Ji family barely managed to save his life.

As for the powerful figure from the Wang family, even though the Ji family used every means at their disposal, he was still seriously injured and died.

Of course, the Ji family would never be willing to give him the Old Medicine King and the Immortality Fruit; those are their most prized possessions.

The remaining members of the Wang family stayed temporarily at the Ji family's residence, and sent several cultivators with stronger abilities back to Beiyuan to report the news.

A month later, the air inside a temple belonging to the Ji family was still and stagnant.

Forty powerful figures gathered here, their natural Daoist auras intertwining to create a somber atmosphere throughout the ancient hall.

This represents almost half of the core combat power that the Ji family can mobilize. If they were to unleash their full strength, it would be enough to annihilate any immortal lineage outside the Eastern Wilderness.

Sunlight streamed through the temple doors and rows of windows, illuminating the solemn faces on the temple.

"Elders, since we are all one family, let us discuss the future of the Ji family."

The Eighth Patriarch, standing at the head of the table, slowly began to speak.

His hair and beard were all white, and he looked very old. His eyelids drooped, as if he were about to burn out at any moment, but the glint of light that occasionally flashed through his eyes was not to be underestimated.

After saying that, he closed his eyes and sat quietly like a withered tree, leaving the stage to the audience.

For a moment, the hall was completely silent.

Many of the elders either closed their eyes to rest or focused on the cracks in the brickwork. Although each had their own thoughts, none of them were willing to break the silence by speaking first.

The Ji family is currently in a state of chaos, like a murky pool of water. Externally, they are at odds with the demon race and the Yao Guang Holy Land, while internally they are divided into two major forces vying for power and profit.

Finally, a powerful being named Ji Daxi coughed lightly, breaking the silence.

Because he remembered the promise the Eighth Ancestor had made to him, he mustered his courage and lifted the veil on the Ji family's current situation: "Have the Supreme Elders seen that child, Haoyue?"

"..." The group exchanged glances, knowing what he meant.

"I visited him before, and his injuries have healed remarkably well," someone said. This was an ancestor of Ji Haoyue, even a generation higher than the Holy Lord. He was extremely old, nearing death, and exuded a decaying aura. He was also the leader of a branch of the Ji family. "His life has been saved, and his injuries have recovered by seventy or eighty percent."

"I know everyone went to see him, because he is the Ji family's designated future Holy Lord, the invincible God King of the Eastern Wilderness, but now..."

Ji Daxi looked at everyone and observed their expressions.

Some people were expressionless, some had solemn expressions, and some seemed to have guessed what the Eighth Patriarch was going to do, their eyes gleaming... a myriad of human expressions.

A ray of sunlight pierced through the window of the ancient hall and fell directly on his face. His complexion was pale and his skin was loose. Anyone with eyes could see that Ji Daxi was nearing the end of his life and was probably the first person present to die of old age.

He is already 1,800 years old and has consumed many rare and precious herbs. If he continues to consume them, many of these divine items will become ineffective for him.

If his cultivation level were to advance further and reach the peak of the second level of immortality, he might be able to extend his lifespan by another one or two hundred years, but unfortunately...

Perhaps that's why the Eighth Patriarch won this person over, surely by promising him something that would prolong his life, and not just any kind of thing.

Everyone present was a cunning old fox who had lived for hundreds or even thousands of years. Of course, they could see that Ji Daxi was the first to speak, which must have been at the behest of the Eighth Ancestor.

But no one said it outright: the fact that everyone came meant that it was possible for everyone's will to be unified.

Ji Daxi continued, "Then you must have noticed that Haoyue's Dao heart has collapsed. His injuries have healed, but what is he doing now? He's actually tending to flowers and plants, putting aside his cultivation."

He no longer had the will to compete with the heroes of the world, let alone be invincible in the Eastern Wilderness or relive the glory of the Void Emperor.

Everyone fell silent; this was indeed their consensus.

"You can see even more clearly that the current Holy Lord is enraged by this matter and actually wants to wage a full-scale war against the Yao Guang Holy Land!"

A powerful figure with a fiery temper suddenly stood up: "We absolutely cannot engage in a full-scale war with the extreme forces! Once war breaks out, it will be a chain reaction, and the situation will spiral out of control! If one side awakens its hidden strength and uses imperial weapons, it will be a fight to the death!"

Someone murmured, "When two people of the same generation fight, a defeat is a defeat. It's not a good look for the older generation to get involved. How can we let the two major forces go to war?"

"Indeed."

Many people broke their silence and echoed the sentiments.

The Eighth Patriarch finally opened his eyes and looked at everyone:

"The Holy Lord was so enraged that he lost his mind and didn't even consider the interests of the entire clan. He only cared about his own lineage."

Ji Daxi then said, "I think we should consider changing our Holy Lord to lead the Ji family to glory?"

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent.

Although no one immediately agreed or objected, all it took was adding fuel to the fire to completely overthrow the Holy Lord's lineage.

Was this fire lit by the Holy Son of Yaoguang or by the Demon Princess?

Is it better to ask a human to do it, or to ask a killer from hell to do it?