After Yu Changqing provided information about the human race's ancient domain, Fang Yu's request was to protect the safety of the little carp during the battle between the avenues.
For Fang Yu, this is not a harsh condition.
However, Fang Yu was also curious at the time. Apart from Yu Nanxiu, did the Yu family not have any other talented people who could be on the Avenue Ranking?
However, Yu Changqing directly admitted this.
The Yu family... indeed did not produce another genius.
"This is probably also a manifestation of backlash. Among the younger generation of the Yu family, except for Yu Nanxiu and Xiao Li'er, there are no members with higher talents... and Xiao Li'er is still young, too playful, and has not yet
Being able to enter the Great Dao Ranking, as for Nan Xiu..."
When Yu Changqing said these words, sadness and guilt rarely appeared on his usually calm face.
"Everything is caused by cause and effect. If Nan Xiu had not insisted on entering the Luonan Abyss to experience, then Ruolan would not have been left there forever, and the Yugong family would not be able to use this matter to attract us there today..."
Yu Changqing did not finish this sentence.
But Fang Yu could still see endless grief and a deep sense of powerlessness in Yu Changqing's eyes.
Even the Immortal King who seems to be invincible to outside monks actually has moments when he is beyond his power.
For some reason, the sadness and weakness on Yu Changqing's face reminded Fang Yu of the scene when he faced the destruction of Tiandao Sect.
"Brother Fang, I have to go tomorrow too," Han Miaoyi said.
"I didn't stop you, but remember, you have to be obedient and don't act rashly after you go." Fang Yu said.
"Yeah." Han Miaoyi replied.
…
The ancestral home, inside the monastery.
All the core members of the ancestral family are here.
The head of the family, Zu Fan, and thirty elders who were in charge of different districts and different specific affairs were all present.
Zu Qianyo did not appear directly.
In the huge hall, all the core members of the ancestral family were kneeling on the ground, motionless, with solemn expressions and panic hidden in their eyes.
"First of all, I want to tell you some news."
Zu Qianyo's tone was quite forbearing, as if he was restraining some emotions that were about to explode.
All the monks present held their breath.
"Zu Changyun, Zu Tian, Zu Yi...it can be confirmed at present that they are dead." Zu Qiandai's voice echoed in the monastery.
And the content of the words was like a giant hammer, hitting the heart and even the soul of every core member present!
died!
Gao Zun, the two great geniuses...are really dead!
This news is unacceptable to them.
All members, including Zu Fan, raised their heads with shock and disbelief on their faces.
"This is a fact! Don't ask me how they died, I'm still investigating." Zu Qianyo's tone was almost gritting his teeth, "The question before us now is...how do we deal with the Great Road Confrontation!"
"Impossible, this is impossible..."
Zu Fan kept shaking his head, his eyes horrified.
For him, everything changed after his ancestral family suffered such a level of blow.
If the status of the ancestral family in Beihuang fell, then as the head of the family, his status and reputation would naturally fall as well.
After losing the possibility of becoming the Immortal King, the only thing he cares about is this identity!
Even though there is a noble man pressing down on him, he is still the nominal head of the family, and he enjoys the awe of countless monks in the Northern Wilderness!
But after tomorrow, all of this may no longer exist!
"I said, the issue to be discussed now is...how to deal with tomorrow's battle between the avenues! We will discuss the rest of the events later!" Zu Qianyo's angry voice echoed throughout the monastery.
Zu Fan came back to his senses, stopped talking, and lowered his head.
Zu Qishang looked serious, but did not show it too obviously.
Zu Fan slowly turned his head and looked at Zu Qishang.
"Ancestor, no matter what, I have to express my suspicions!" Zu Fan glared at Zu Qishang and said, "I think Zu Qishang knew something about the death of Gao Zun and Zu Tian Zu Yi!
"
"Master, I don't know why you said that." Zu Qishang said in a deep voice, "Now that our family is facing such a crisis, you should not take this opportunity to slander me. You should pay attention first, as the ancestor said.
What’s happening right now.”
"Slander!? Do you think you can..." Zu Fan's eyes turned red and he roared.
"enough!"
"boom!"
Zu Qiandai's angry voice was like a thunder, hitting Zu Fan and Zu Qishang directly.
Both of them groaned and spit out blood.
"Don't challenge me at this time." Zu Qianyo said with a cold tone, "I'll say it again, the only thing to discuss today is... how to deal with tomorrow's great battle. Anything other than this is beyond the scope of discussion."
At this moment, the whole place fell silent.
Although Zu Fan was full of doubts about Zu Qishang, he did not dare to say anything more.
Zu Qishang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
…
Time passed quickly.
The day of great battle has finally arrived!
This feast, held once every sixty years, attracted hundreds of monks from all over the Northern Wasteland to watch the battle!
The channeling platform belongs to the Great God Buddha Hall, but it is not located inside the Great God Buddha Hall, but outside.
On a plain, there is a round platform like a flower.
This is actually not a competition platform, but a place used by the monks of the Great God Buddha Hall for daily practice.
At this moment, millions of monks have gathered on the plain here, densely surrounding the channeling platform.
They did not watch the battle with the naked eye, but through the light curtain on the sky dome to see the fighting situation on the platform.
Many monks watching the battle came from all over the Northern Wasteland and were from various levels of forces.
There were too many monks on site, and they were so densely packed.
At this moment, a dark vortex appeared in the sky ten miles away from the channeling platform.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Two figures flashed out.
A monk wearing black clothes and a handsome face stood high in the sky, holding a paper fan in his hand.
Behind him was a follower with his face covered.
"Xiao Bai, please double check whether there is anything wrong with my outfit." The male cultivator turned his head and said to the attendant with a smile.