Chapter 1165 - 352: Shen Hanyi’s Wrath

The two exchanged a glance, and Chen Xuanming hesitated, "Your Highness, this young man has already reached Divinity Transformation Perfection at such a young age. That night, even with so many of us, he managed to escape... I’m afraid it will be difficult to retrieve the treasure..."

"No rush." Xuanyuan Yichen sneered, "We were all in disguise that night, he won’t recognize us."

"Now he is out in the open while we are lurking in the shadows, let’s proceed slowly. First, go keep an eye on him."

"Yes!" The two figures flickered and quietly followed along...

...

As dusk settled, Lu Yaoyao bid farewell to Xuanyuan Muqian and quietly turned into a secluded alley with Shen Yunzhou.

"Sister Shen!" Lu Yaoyao called softly once they reached a secluded spot.

At the end of the alley, Shen Hanyi, dressed in white as pure as snow, was gazing up at the sky.

At the edge of her line of sight, a towering nine-layered palace complex stood majestically—formed from a base carved from a single slab of Cyan Jade, supporting a series of connected halls, with seventy-two gilded dragon columns piercing into the clouds.

On the glazed roof of the highest level, nine golden dragons embodying fortune appeared and disappeared within the cloud sea, with each sway of their tails causing the surrounding Spiritual Qi to rise and fall like tides.

There, was the residence of the Emperor of the Holy Martial Dynasty.

"This is the situation..." Lu Yaoyao quickly explained the situation in a few words.

Shen Hanyi nodded slightly, her eyes suddenly sharpening, her delicate hand lifting lightly.

"Hmm!"

Two muffled grunts came from a hundred meters away, where Chen Xuanming and Wu Yuanshan, who were secretly following, were struck as if by lightning, blood trickling from their mouths as they staggered backward.

They then quickly fled with expressions of terror.

"Sister, what is it?" Shen Yunzhou looked around cautiously.

Shen Hanyi said indifferently, "We were being followed, it seems the Seventh Prince harbors ulterior motives toward you two..."

The two’s expressions changed abruptly.

"Did you take anything of theirs?" Shen Hanyi asked.

Lu Yaoyao quickly produced a Jade Scroll to hand over.

Just as the Jade Scroll reached her hand, Shen Hanyi sneered.

She flicked her finger and a hint of cold radiance appeared, causing spider-web-like cracks to surface on the Jade Scroll, and a dark red imprint disintegrated into ashes amidst screams.

"This..." Lu Yaoyao’s almond eyes widened in disbelief at the remnants of the mark turning to dust.

Shen Hanyi scanned the contents of the Jade Scroll with her Divine Sense and suddenly trembled slightly, "Master Situ’s Array Notes?!"

"Master Situ? Situ Jiuyao?!" Shen Yunzhou hurriedly leaned over.

He knew of him, back when his elder sister became interested in arrays and restrictions, it was Master Situ Jiuyao who introduced her to it.

He even guided her multiple times.

Even Yan Sen shamelessly joined in a few times.

But later it was heard that Master Situ left to travel, attempting to break through Spirit Slash, and then there was no further news.

Lu Yaoyao also quickly recounted what Xuanyuan Yichen had said about the Array Hall.

The more Shen Hanyi listened, the graver her expression became, with ripples finally appearing in her always tranquil eyes.

"The map of the Imperial City!" she suddenly reached out.

Lu Yaoyao quickly handed it over, and after pinpointing the location of the Array Hall, she said in a deep voice, "Let’s go!"

The two quickly followed!

...

In the ink-black night, a towering Obsidian structure stood in the center of the Imperial City.

This newly built Array Hall was covered in intricate Array Patterns on its surface, shimmering with a ghostly blue light under the moon glow.

Two massive bronze beast statues stood glaring in front of the hall, with the emerald stones embedded in their eyes gleaming with a chilling brilliance.

Dozens of Divine Senses from the Divinity Transformation Realm interwove into a net, enveloping the entire area impenetrably.

Shen Hanyi’s eyes focused slightly, her delicate hand lifting lightly, an invisible aura spread quietly, perfectly concealing the aura of the three.

"Wait outside," her voice was cold and indisputable.

Once the two retreated to a safe distance, her figure became like smoke, vanishing into the hall in an instant.

The hall was dark and deep, with only speckles of blue light falling from the star stones on the dome.

Her Divine Sense spread out like invisible tides, instantly mapping out the entire layout of the grand hall.

The central main hall was surrounded by nine coiling dragon pillars, with sealing arrays outlined in gold lines winding up the pillars.

Suspended from the hall’s roof were forty-nine bronze lamps, their wicks burning with eerie blue-white flames, making the swirling incense smoke resemble moving ghosts.

When her gaze fell on the center of the main hall, her pupils contracted abruptly.

An entire translucent Cold Jade coffin levitated quietly above the altar, surrounded by nine Ever-Burning Lamps.

In the coffin, an elder in a plain white robe, with silver hair neatly tied within a jade crown, lay peacefully as if merely asleep.

"Master Situ..."

Shen Hanyi’s voice, always cold, was tinged with an almost imperceptible tremor.

The memories of the old man who loved to stroke his white beard and mockingly scold her as a "little lunatic" now lay cold within this coffin.

The times they debated deep into the night, the array models she deliberately messed up, the sighs of helplessness and indulgence from the old man were still vivid in her ears.

The blue-white flames suddenly flickered wildly.

"A fine Holy Martial Dynasty..." her voice was as light as a whisper, yet the entire hall’s temperature plummeted, "A fine... Array Hall..."

She slowly raised her right hand, and a spinning silver sigil emerged in her palm.

Within the sigil, endless frost flowed, and every pattern contained suffocating terror and oppressive pressure.

When the sigil completely unfolded, the air throughout the hall came to a halt.

"Boom——!"

A violent storm of Spiritual Power erupted around her.

The nine coiling dragon pillars snapped halfway with an ear-piercing crack, the forty-nine bronze lamps exploded simultaneously, and rains of blue-white fire poured down.

Yet in mid-air, the flames suddenly froze into ice crystals, falling in a whisper.

She walked slowly towards the Cold Jade coffin, her fingertips gently touching the coffin’s surface, and upon confirming that Master Situ’s Divine Soul was completely annihilated, the chill in her eyes intensified.

"Master, I’m taking you home."

With a flaunt of her sleeve, the Cold Jade coffin transformed into a stream of light and was absorbed into her Storage Bag.