"The Holy Daughter has fallen?"
"How is that possible!"
"The Southern Emperor lineage is finished..."
Chaos spread like a plague.
Nangong Ling'er stood behind her father, watching as the streaks of tunneling light rose from the city... those were the martial artists choosing to leave.
Her slender shoulders trembled slightly, but she never turned back to look in the direction of the Transmission Array.
"Father, they'll chase Gu Sheng to his death, won't they?"
She asked softly.
Nangong Qingtian did not answer, only gazing into the distant sky, where dark clouds gathered, as if foretelling an impending storm.
Meanwhile...
The blinding white light faded, and Gu Sheng stumbled forward from the Transmission Array.
He immediately looked around warily, realizing he was in a plaza of a strange city.
"This isn't the Southern Emperor City..."
He frowned, his right hand instinctively resting on the Nine Dragon Universe Cauldron at his waist.
