After several dozen days, Ming Qi had left Immovable Heavenly Pass far behind, this time heading for his destination alone.
Du Fei's condition was not good. After observing the captives at Immovable Heavenly Pass, they were certain this was a completely new enemy, one they had never seen or heard of before. Even more devastating, numerous signs indicated that the extermination of the Lingnan Du family was the work of this group of unknown origin.
Although Du Fei's condition was not good, he could still handle the daily affairs of Immovable Heavenly Pass, and Ming Qi was relieved about this.
Du Fei's intentions were clear: he wanted to use Ming Qi's power to seek revenge. Although the chances were slim, he trusted Ming Qi.
Ming Qi's destination was Broken Blade Canyon, where spiritual energy had recently appeared. The canyon was located on the western border of Xilan Province. Upon arriving at the canyon, Ming Qi quickly met with several disciples from the Luoyun Sect who were guarding it.
The guards were several disciples of the Luoyun Sect with innate strength. Their cultivation and talent were not high, and their presence was largely a statement of purpose, their sole purpose being to await the arrival of the masters from the Arbitration Hall.
However, when Liu Chuan, the leader, saw that Ming Qi was alone, he immediately frowned.
"This place is of grave importance. Why did the Arbitration Hall send you alone?"
Ming Qi didn't reveal his identity directly. In Liu Chuan's eyes, although Ming Qi was at the Martial King level, he was only at that level. In his opinion, the Arbitration Hall was full of masters, and this matter involved a lot of serious consequences. It was unwise to send only one person.
However, Ming Qi's answer immediately dispelled any further concerns. His identity as the Lord of Arbitration alone was sufficient.
The Lord of Arbitration's personal arrival clearly demonstrated the importance he attached to this place.
Of course, Liu Chuan's understanding of importance differed significantly from Ming Qi's.
Ignoring Liu Chuan and the others, Ming Qi headed straight into Broken Blade Canyon.
Broken Blade Canyon has a distinct characteristic. It's not large, but as its name suggests, if viewed from above, the entire canyon, over ten miles long, resembles a giant blade falling from the sky. The tip of the blade marks the entrance, and the sharpest break marks the canyon's summit.
The canyon isn't large, but what intrigued Ming Qi was its sheer width. It stretched for several miles, flanked by gently sloping mountains covered in dense vegetation.
The rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth imbued the surrounding vegetation with an indescribable lushness and vitality.
The valley was tranquil, and being within it felt like entering a secluded, ethereal paradise. Yet, for some reason, Ming Qi felt a vague sense of unease. Although the thought was vague, he was certain that the source of this unease lay precisely in this small valley.
What secrets did this valley hold?
Ming Qi's spiritual awareness began to spread frantically in all directions, sweeping over trees and rocks, but despite this thorough search, he found nothing suspicious.
After a moment's thought, he found a relatively secluded spot to sit down. Then, with his right hand extended, a black stone tablet emerged.
He had already had Du Fei transmit information about Broken Blade Canyon to Xiongfeng City via a specially designed communication device, so he didn't have much time. If Xiongfeng City made any decisions, he might not be able to freely move around in Broken Blade Canyon.
The black stone tablet silently emerged, quickly outlining a massive formation approximately ten meters in radius, enveloping Ming Qi.
"Not bad! You've found a place with such rich spiritual energy so quickly. My divine tablet will recover quickly."
Beishen's voice rang out, seeming slightly excited.
But the next moment, the North God's will let out a surprised cry, then said, "No, I can sense the presence of an old friend in here. This is truly not a happy occasion. You must be careful."
"Old friends?"
Ming Qi was confused. He didn't know what the North God meant by "old friends," or what he meant by "beware."
"Well, to be precise, they're old enemies. The great battle recorded on the divine stele was initiated by these old friends!"
At the mention of the inscription on the divine stele, Ming Qi's heart was suddenly struck. He instantly understood what the North God meant by "old friends." They were more than just old friends; they were mortal enemies.
But then Ming Qi suddenly remembered that time had passed, hundreds of thousands of years had passed, and how could future generations know the changes that had taken place?
You have to remember that the North God only gradually became aware of the situation after that battle, and only then did the North God Covenant come into being. Those mortal enemies back then were now, strictly speaking, truly old friends.
"But according to you, it seems we now have a common enemy."
Ming Qi was puzzled. Although Bei Shen addressed them as old friends, Ming Qi didn't believe he truly considered them friends. Destroying the Bei Shen Kingdom, which had achieved godhood, was no less than a mortal enemy for a being of this level.
"It's true we have a common enemy, but they're all a bunch of lunatics, a bunch of war fanatics. They could practically be described as butchers and thugs. Oh, while what they're doing is right, that doesn't change my opinion of them at all."
Ming Qi remained silent. If that were the case, then collaborating with a bunch of lunatics and butchers was certainly not a pleasant experience.
At this moment, the stone tablet had begun to frantically absorb the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth.
The stele was originally the product of the divine power of several gods. Its capacity for power is beyond imagination, and the concentration and quality of power required are extremely high. Although the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is currently rich, unlocking the power of time and space sealed within the stele is far from simple.
First, the rich spiritual energy must be gathered, then compressed and transformed, and finally, the stele can be repaired.
This process is extremely long, potentially taking days or even months.
Ming Qi calmed down and re-examined himself, even those abilities that had been shelved for a long time and were gradually revealed and trained.
Although he felt calm for the moment, he knew this state would not last.
Ming Qi believed that his strength was already outstanding among his peers, but he also had many enemies, many more to defeat, and each one of them was extraordinary.
Some things have been dormant in his heart for too long, and he would hate himself for no reason. Although he had never forgotten those things, he would not allow any possibility of fading!