Long Qingzhuo’s gaze was calm.

Even though the white-haired elder and his group of Sword Ancestor Realm experts were all glaring at her menacingly.

Long Qingzhuo stood in the void. Below her was the very same Ancient Stone Stele that had once imprisoned her.

Long Qingzhuo summoned a mirror.

It was the Space-Time Mirror.

"That Ye Fengyang is a Soul Master from the Soul Race, isn’t he? The Space-Time Mirror is just the form he exists in, correct?"

Long Fengyang’s expression turned ugly. Only now did he realize the truth of the matter.

Unfortunately, he had learned it far too late.

"What does it have to do with you whether he is or not? Hasn’t he already returned all the Dragon Blood in his body to you?"

Long Qingzhuo gave Long Fengyang a faint glance, her eyes exceptionally cold.

"So he really is the vile spawn of the Soul Race. No wonder he possessed such a powerful Soul Talent. I knew something was off."

Long Fengyang seethed with hatred. To him, this was a matter of great shame.

Long Qingzhuo activated the Space-Time Mirror. The mirror shot out a beam of white light, projecting it onto the ground.

VMMMM—

From within it, Long Aoshan, Dragon Aomu, and Long Aoli came tumbling out. They landed in a messy heap on the ground, a truly pathetic sight.

The scene was indeed a complete disgrace.

But at this moment, no one laughed.

"Ye Yuemei, let’s fight again!"

The moment he was out, Dragon Aomu roared furiously and immediately began to burn his Dragon Soul Power, ready to strike.

But as his gaze swept around, he realized the situation had become somewhat strange.

"You’re courting death!"

The white-haired elder snorted coldly and thrust out a palm, viciously sending Dragon Aomu flying!

"A disgrace! With a mindset like yours, even if you don’t die today, you’ll get yourselves killed sooner or later! So you have Battle Power approaching eight. You think that’s so incredible? As far as we know, the Great Xia Royal Family, Celestial Wing Royal Family, Celestial Wing Soul Clan, the Golden Night Clan, the Black Demon Race, the Night Demon Race, the Profound Yin Race, and many other Ten Thousand Spirit Races have all produced peerless geniuses with Battle Power Breaking Eight.

The many Divine Sons and Divine Ladies, Princes and Princesses from our era have also awoken from their slumber. What right do you have to be so arrogant?

And you, Ao Li! To think I held you in such high regard, and this is your Battle Power? Defeated in two moves by an ordinary Mortal Blood woman?

And now, I, your Elder, have to personally step in to bail you out and rescue you!"

The white-haired elder’s tone was extremely sharp and incomparably fierce.

At his words, even the three as headstrong as Long Aoshan and the others immediately lowered their heads to listen attentively, not daring to show the slightest dissatisfaction.

"Get lost! Go back, and stop disgracing yourselves here!"

the white-haired elder berated them.

"Long Yunzhan, you don’t need to worry. Since I’ve released them, I won’t resort to any dirty tricks behind their backs. They can be left for my child to kill."

Long Qingzhuo spoke faintly, directly exposing some of the white-haired elder’s intentions.

Hearing this, the white-haired elder, Long Yunzhan, looked displeased. He snorted coldly and said, "You see things quite clearly. A pity. If you had just submitted earlier on the matter of the inheritance, would you have had to suffer so much?"

Long Qingzhuo said, "Enough. Something like that is—and always will be—impossible!"

"You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!"

Long Yunzhan said angrily.

Long Qingwan said, "Sister Qingzhuo, I urge you, just give in."

Long Fengyang said, "She let that Ye Yuemei leave. She must have passed the inheritance to Ye Yuemei."

Long Yunzhan shouted, "Nonsense! How could a mere Ye Yuemei possibly grasp the core secrets of our Dragon Race’s inheritance? You believe such a thing? Has a Demon Soul invaded you and turned your brain to water?"

After Long Yunzhan’s rebuke, Long Fengyang was scared half to death. He immediately began to tremble, standing respectfully to the side, not daring to speak another word.

He had intended to claim credit, but instead, he only managed to earn himself trouble.

"Long Qingzhuo, that Ye Tianling doesn’t have the Dragon Race’s bloodline inheritance either, so why are you being so stubborn? We are searching for Long Tianyu and Long Tianmo. Once we find them, we’ll naturally be able to find Long Qingyue. The inheritance will surely be revealed then, so why are you guarding it so desperately?

The Dragon Race has fallen into a complete decline, and some of these so-called Divine Sons and Divine Ladies can’t shoulder the responsibility. As long as you obey, I, Long Yunzhan, can swear on my Dragon Soul to give you justice for all that has happened in the past!"

Long Qingzhuo sneered. "You know full well I won’t compromise, yet you deliberately act this way. Isn’t it just to stall for time? Why resort to such tactics? Now that you’ve delayed for so long, you have the ability to send the three Divine Children—Long Aoshan and the others—away. I already said I wouldn’t use any despicable means against them. They aren’t worthy."

Seeing his tactic exposed, Long Yunzhan no longer tried to hide it.

With a wave of his hand, he used the power of a Void Array Disc to sweep up Long Aoshan and the other two, sending them away from this place.

Then, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that Long Qingzhuo hadn’t made a move, he felt not a shred of gratitude. Instead, an even more vicious look appeared in his eyes.

"Ready to make your move? It’s about time."

Long Qingzhuo sighed, then glanced at Long Yuming, Long Qianying, and Long Yunfan. "Why did you have to get involved? This time, I’m afraid I’ll have to wrong you!"

"Qingzhuo, you... don’t act on impulse. They’re already gradually uncovering information about Tianyu and his sisters. Your existence is no longer that important. That’s why they’re willing to use Soul Search on you, even if it means your utter Destruction."

Long Yuming let out a deep sigh and spoke with melancholy.

Long Qingzhuo said, "I’ve known that for a long time. But how could I let them have their way so easily? You’ve come to this place time and time again. Did you really think I haven’t made any preparations? Since you’re here this time, you can all suffer with me!"

As Long Qingzhuo spoke, she suddenly burst into laughter.

"A Demon Soul! She’s obtained an Emperor Blood Demon Soul!"

Long Yunzhan seemed to have realized something and was finally horrified.

"You realized it too late!"

Long Qingzhuo sneered. Then, she activated the Demon Soul, forming what seemed to be a direct bond with the world around her.

VMMMM—

The entire City of Sin seemed to undergo a brand-new transformation in an instant.

The entire Ancient City sealed itself off, transforming into an incomparably huge warship.

The Ancient City.

The warship.

The Ancestor Dao Ancient Land from the Emperor’s Qi Dragon Swallowing Heaven Divine Technique had appeared.

This Ancient Land was called the ’Celestial Sacrifice Ancient City’.

"You... damn you! Damn you! How could you open the Celestial Sacrifice Ancient City! Do you want us all to turn into Demon Spirits and be reduced to dried-up corpses?!"

"Qingzhuo, you can’t do this! Without us, the Dragon Race will surely be invaded and conquered by Foreign Races!"

"Qingzhuo... you, you have to let me out!"

Long Yuming grew anxious.

Long Qianying and Long Yunfan exchanged a glance, a hint of sorrow in their eyes.

But neither of them said anything.

"You two, if you had left with Mei’Er earlier, you would be gone by now. What were you hesitating for? Aside from Aoshan and his group, your Talent is the best in the Cyan Dragon Race right now."

Long Qingzhuo sighed.