Western Tomb.

Divine Palace, central shrine.

A portal stood in a hall. At this time, fierce spatial fluctuations spread from it as the portal violently opened. Ji Xiangtian stepped out with a dark complexion. His eyes were cloudy as his thoughts raced at an astonishing speed.

Do Ermo may have believed himself to be sufficiently careful in his actions, but Ji Xiangtian had still sensed his ambitions beforehand. The reason that he tolerated his actions was because Do Ermo didn’t do anything that was out of the ordinary so he wasn’t given a reason to take action. Moreover, the Divine Seat was also waiting for a turning point, one that would allow him to draw strength from Do Ermo to take a step further.

Finally, with the events occurring in the Hell Mystic Realm, Do Ermo couldn’t help but make his move. Everything proceeded as Ji Xiangtian expected. Besides Do Ermo controlling a few forbidden techniques like the Godfall Art, everything had been within his grasp.

But, the Divine Seat never would have expected that a little insect that wasn’t within his plans would suddenly appear and take away the strength that should have been his.

Was this a warning from the Dao Monarch?

As this thought appeared, Ji Xiangtian’s complexion became increasingly ugly. If the Dao Monarch hadn’t yet died, then it would be easy for him to take away his authority over the Western Tomb. Ji Xiangtian was the Divine Seat and he possessed a revered status, but in the end he was only a representative of the Dao Monarch in this world…he needed to quickly investigate the status of the Saint Son that had just appeared. Perhaps doing so would help him clarify the current situation.

The Divine Seat’s expression suddenly changed. The portal that had faded away had condensed once more. It was far larger than before, and the patterns that decorated it were much more exquisite. They wove together, sending out a noble and dignified atmosphere.

A black-robed figure stepped out.

“It’s you!” Ji Xiangtian shouted out loud. His eyes locked onto Qin Yu as a suppressive aura flooded out from him.

Qin Yu hadn’t expected that the Ancient would transmit him to the Western Tomb. His thoughts turned and he said, “Divine Seat, it seems as if you have some misunderstandings about me.”

Ji Xiangtian was expressionless. “A mysterious man of unknown origin has suddenly become the Divine Church’s Holy Son. What do you think I should be thinking right now?”

Qin Yu said, “Divine Seat, the Dao Monarch’s will does not need to be explained to anyone. I hope you remember this.”

Ji Xiangtian’s paused for a moment. He slowly said, “The Saint Son is correct. I will naturally comply with the Dao Monarch’s will. But, I would like to know what your true identity is.”

How could the mere Hidden Fog Sect have such a person? There was surely a great secret beneath those black robes.

Since this person had become the Divine Church’s Holy Son, Ji Xiangtian naturally had the qualifications to question him as the Divine Seat.

Qin Yu shook his head, “My status involves the grand plans of the unsurpassed Dao Monarch. I cannot inform you right now.”

He paused briefly before continuing, “Divine Seat, there is no need for you to worry. Although I have become the Saint Son, I will not be staying in the Western Tomb, nor do I have any plans of seizing your authority. The Divine Seat is the representative of the Dao Monarch in this world and I am only someone who has received the Dao Monarch’s will to complete a mission. Once the mission is fulfilled, I shall leave.”

Qin Yu had no interest in controlling the Western Tomb Divine Church. In fact, he instinctually didn’t want to have much connection to the Western Tomb. So while he spoke calmly and steadily, one could feel the sincerity in his voice.

Ji Xiangtian’s eyes shined. “Should I believe the Saint Son?”

Qin Yu said, “Time will prove everything.”

Ji Xiangtian nodded. “Good. Then I shall be here, wishing for you to complete the task given to you by the Dao Monarch as soon as possible. If you ever need the support of the Western Tomb, then you need but to ask.” He suddenly changed his tone, “However, if you plan to keep your identity a secret, how will cultivators of the Divine Church recognize your status?”

Qin Yu was startled. Could the Western Tomb Divine Seat not feel the holy light within his body? He carefully examined himself. The fused power of the holy light was enveloped by his blood energy. It was like flowing water beneath a layer of solid ice.

With a thought, Qin Yu lifted his hands and grasped at the air. A mass of holy light appeared. “If necessary, I will indicate my status. Moreover, I hope that for now the Divine Seat can temporarily keep the fact that I became the new Saint Son a secret.”

Ji Xiangtian smiled. “Of course.”

Do Ermo had died and the holy light had fused into a stranger’s body instead of his own…he hoped that no one would ever learn of this.

Qin Yu cupped his hands together, “I ask the Divine Seat to help me open up a portal to Dragon City. I temporarily do not possess such an ability.”

Ji Xiangtian nodded. “I can.” He flicked his sleeves. Space rippled as a great door opened up in front of him. “Saint Son, please.”

Qin Yu turned and stepped inside.

He wasn’t worried that Ji Xiangtian would try to get rid of him. At the very least, not before he clarified what wa