When Xuanyuan Moze came to the inner hall, he saw his father who was recuperating in the palace. He seemed to have aged nearly ten years overnight. All his spiritual power was lost. He was lying on the bed like an ordinary old man, with gray hair and a slightly furrowed brow. He seemed to be sleeping restlessly even in his deep sleep.
If he had not seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that the hot-tempered, aloof and tough man of the past would have become like this.
Even though he didn't want to call him father, he was indeed his father. He originally thought he could be cold to him, but unexpectedly, when he saw him lying here, his heart was filled with anger.
Gray Wolf brought a chair and placed it beside the bed for his master to sit on. Then he retreated with Ying Yi and stood guard outside the palace. When they were outside, Gray Wolf, who had been silent for a long time, could not help but speak.
"Who do you think it could be? Who has such great ability? The king is so powerful, yet he can..."
Ying Yi's eyes were deep, and after a moment of silence, he said, "It's probably not normal for other empires to put pressure on us. If we don't do it right, our Xuanyuan Empire will probably be torn apart like the Xuanyuan Dynasty."
"Why does it feel like they are targeting us and the Ghost Doctor? Among our previous opponents and enemies, there doesn't seem to be such a powerful enemy!" Gray Wolf was puzzled. The power of the Yama Palace was so great, and the base was hidden so carefully, yet it was attacked by those people.
The fact that we can clearly know their base means that there is a traitor among them, otherwise it would be impossible to do this.
In the hall, Xuanyuan Moze watched the ** man slowly wake up. The moment he opened his eyes, their eyes met and they were both silent. Finally, it was the ** king who spoke.
"You're back? Did you have a smooth journey?"
Hearing the weak and obviously out-of-breath voice, Xuanyuan Moze's eyes moved slightly. He did not answer him, but asked: "Do you know who attacked you?"
"Not from the Eight Great Empires."
The king said, narrowing his eyes slightly, as if the scene of that day was still before his eyes: "The skills of those people are very unique, and their cultivation is profound, and their martial arts are extraordinary. I guess they are from those upstream forces."
Hearing this, Xuanyuan Moze frowned slightly: "We have never dealt with those people before, why would they suddenly attack us?"
"The other party wants to destroy our Xuanyuan Empire. What else could they want except revenge? Those people over there probably don't have much interest in our empire. Since they don't have much interest, the only thing left is revenge." The king's voice was extremely slow, and he spoke word by word.
His cultivation was wasted, his spiritual power dissipated, and his inner elixir was shattered. If his Nascent Soul was not still there, he would not be able to save his life at this moment. He had been in power for many years, the ruler of a country, the master of a country, but he never expected that he would have such a day.
For a powerful immortal cultivator, having his cultivation destroyed and becoming a mortal is like being cast down from the lofty heavens to earth. If he had not experienced many things and his mind had already become extraordinary, I am afraid that this drastic change would make him unable to accept it and he would commit suicide.