When Mo Qi performed the Three Kowtows of the Unmoving Nether King, everyone Within the Pass—the numerous Vajra and Void Realm Cultivators, as well as the Women’s Corps—all sensed something.

Especially when Mo Qi’s Heart Power was exhausted, a sense of panic washed over all of them.

"The Young Master must be in trouble! He needs our help!"

The members of the Women’s Corps, all of them beautiful young women, wore looks of grave concern.

"What do we do? We can’t contact the Young Master!"

"Besides, we’re not strong enough to help him!"

"Sigh... To him, we’re nothing but a burden right now!"

The women’s voices overlapped, a mixture of reverence for Mo Qi and frustration at their own powerlessness.

They wished for nothing more than to fly to Mo Qi’s side that very instant, to shield him from every blow.

"I swear, I will do whatever it takes to grow stronger as quickly as possible! Even if I can’t fight by his side, I must at least be strong enough to die for him!"

"That’s right! He gave us our lives. If we just continue to live under his protection, unable to fight for him, wouldn’t that make us nothing more than useless ornaments, parasites!"

This sentiment was met with fervent agreement from the entire Women’s Corps, and their emotions ran high.

"So what do we do now? Even if we can’t leave, we have to do *something* for him!" one of them asked, unable to resign herself to inaction.

But what could they possibly do while stuck Within the Pass?

"How about... we pray for the Young Master’s safety together!" one of them suggested after a long silence.

"Yes!"

And so, the entire Women’s Corps sat down on the ground. They closed their eyes, turned their faces to the sky, their expressions filled with piety.

"I beg the heavens to protect the Young Master and turn peril into peace. I am willing to give everything for him. If a life must be taken, then take mine!"

"I willingly offer my very soul and forsake reincarnation, all for the Young Master’s safety!"

"As long as he is safe, I will bear any and all suffering in his place!"

...

Influenced by the Women’s Corps, the Vajra and Void Realm experts also began to pray for Mo Qi.

Incredibly devout intentions—or perhaps, convictions—flew from their temples in a peculiar state, completely imperceptible to any observer. They streamed into the earth, merging with the Dragon Vein below.

It was at this exact moment on the Imperial City battlefield that Mo Qi’s Heart Power ran out. But then, a surge of power emanated from the Heart of the Dragon Vein, nourishing his Sea of Consciousness and instantly restoring him to peak condition. This was what allowed him to unleash the Three Kowtows of Destruction.

After the Three Kowtows of Destruction, the Asura Blood Shadow vanished without a trace.

Mo Qi’s vision went black as his Heart Power was once again depleted.

Just as he thought he was about to faint, that peculiar power once again flowed from the Heart of the Dragon Vein.

His energy was restored to its peak once more. Mo Qi was stunned. ’The Heart of the Dragon Vein can do this?’

What he didn’t know was that Within the Pass, a group of people who had silently given their all for him now lay sprawled on the ground. Every one of them felt as if their strength had been completely drained, their bodies limp and sore.

Surrounding the Imperial City, all the onlookers—both those in plain sight and those hidden in the shadows—stared in shock at Mo Qi, who stood in the center of the battlefield like a Demon Divine Being.

"He... He actually won!"

"To completely shatter the Asura Power... what terrifying depths of power does he possess?! And just who is the master of that phantom he defeated?!"

"This boy must have had some heaven-defying fortuitous encounter. His luck is simply off the charts!"

"So, what’s the verdict?"

"Is there even a question? Of course we’re bringing this kid from the Mountain and Sea Empire in!"

"Exactly! The Huangfu Family has grown more and more arrogant, thinking no one in the younger generation could match Huangfu Yu. And those old geezers from the family treat the Hall of Envoys like it’s their own private property! But things are different now. With this kid from the Mountain and Sea Empire here, the Huangfu Family will have to learn to tuck their tails between their legs!"

"Whatever happens, we must ensure this boy’s safety!"

The words had barely been spoken when the Flying Magical Artifact hovering over the Imperial Palace suddenly flared with a dazzling light. A deadly beam shot down, aimed straight at Mo Qi.

"Die! I refuse to believe you have any strength left to dodge the Flying Magical Artifact’s attack after our battle. You must be completely exhausted!" Huangfu Yu snarled, forcing himself to sit up. The blood caked on his face and body had dried and cracked, making his pale face look grotesque and terrifying.

Mo Qi sneered. Without wasting any more words, he let his actions speak for him.

With a single thought, his Battle Armor detached from his body, reforming into the External Incarnation to meet the attack from the Flying Magical Artifact.

BOOM!

The External Incarnation took the heavy blow and was smashed deep into the ground.

Meanwhile, Mo Qi himself had donned a long robe. In a flash, he appeared directly in front of Huangfu Yu.

He raised his right fist, which was shrouded in a black mist that radiated destruction, and brought it down toward Huangfu Yu’s head.

Mixed within the Power of Destruction was a wisp of black flame that danced with an eerie rhythm, mesmerizing the mind. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

’What Mo Qi wanted wasn’t just Huangfu Yu’s life. He also wanted the memories of his mother locked away in his mind!’

The color drained from Huangfu Yu’s face. He had assumed that even if Mo Qi hadn’t been seriously injured fighting the Asura Blood Shadow, his energy consumption would have been at least as great as his own.

But he never imagined that Mo Qi would be completely unscathed, brimming with energy.

"Big Brother!" Huangfu Jun cried out in alarm.

’He couldn’t let anything happen to Huangfu Yu. Otherwise, the Huangfu Family would be the first to come after him.’

He gripped his longsword and thrust it at Mo Qi’s back with all his might.

The sword gleamed like a rainbow, empowered by his Grotto Heaven. Huangfu Jun’s eyes were bloodshot with killing intent!

Yet Mo Qi didn’t pause his attack. He completely ignored Huangfu Jun, not even bothering to turn his head.

DANG!

A solid figure appeared in front of Huangfu Jun, blocking his path. The longsword struck the External Incarnation’s chest, the blade bending under the strain but unable to advance another inch.

Seeing this, Huangfu Yu didn’t hesitate for a second. He instantly crushed the Super Long-distance Transmission Jade Token in his hand.

VMMMM!

Powerful spatial fluctuations radiated outward. Just as Mo Qi’s fist was less than a foot from Huangfu Yu’s head, a tremendous force brutally shoved him back.

"You whelp from the Mortal District, I’ll be waiting for you in the Hall of Envoys! The battle between us has only just begun!"

Huangfu Yu’s voice echoed from the core of the spatial energy. When the fluctuations ceased, he had vanished.

"No!"

"No!"

Two cries of "No!" rang out simultaneously—one from Mo Qi, the other from Huangfu Jun.

Watching Huangfu Yu’s retreating back, Huangfu Jun was completely stunned.

’What just happened?’

’I risked everything to save you, and you just run away?’

’You didn’t even look back? You didn’t even call out for me?’

’I’m your brother!’

Mo Qi whipped his head around to look at Huangfu Jun.

’Huangfu Yu got away, but I can’t let you escape too!’

’I still have to pry the information about my mother’s whereabouts from your mind!’

As Mo Qi’s gaze fell upon him, the hair on Huangfu Jun’s body stood on end, and he instantly snapped out of his stupor.

’I’m done for!’

Huangfu Jun cursed inwardly. ’I don’t have a Super Long-distance Transmission Jade Token!’

’What do I do?’

Just then, a beam of light shot down from the Flying Magical Artifact, enveloping Huangfu Jun.

A moment later, Huangfu Jun appeared aboard the Flying Magical Artifact.

A cold glint flashed in Mo Qi’s eyes. He stared at the Flying Magical Artifact, secretly sensing the locations of Wu the Old Ghost and the others.

’The preparations are complete. I will turn that Flying Magical Artifact into your tomb!’