With a light twist of his fingers, he put the token away into his storage Divine Domain. His expression remained indifferent, showing no trace of joy or contempt.
"This one always keeps his word. The authority of this token is eternal."
Seeing this, the old man finally relaxed. His already pale face grew even more haggard. He had lived for endless eons, traversing the Star Realms and rarely meeting his match. Yet today, he had been so utterly defeated that not a shred of fight remained in him.
Zhao Rui stood with his hands clasped behind his back as the last vestiges of his sharp Sword Intent dissipated. His imposing figure slowly shrank, returning to its normal size.
He looked up at the old man, his voice perfectly calm. "The mystery of the Ancient Divine Court's fall... are there truly no other clues?"
He had ventured deep into the Evil Divine Domain and weathered a great battle, all for the sake of finding the truth about the Divine Court.
