Chapter 784A – All Parties Gather

Dark Parliament Headquarters.

Six Senators quietly walked through a long passageway. Their flame-condensed bodies barely illuminated the surroundings, pushing away the inky darkness all around them. Moments later, they stopped in front of a giant stone door. Sage turned and said, “No one has contacted Senator Morning Star yet?”

Jasmine shook her head. “I cannot find his aura. It seems he is being shielded by some strength.”

“Humph!” Oriole coldly sneered. “It’s fine if he’s normally sloppy and absentminded, but today is a critical moment that involves the future of the parliament, and yet he is still absent…Morning Star has gone too far!”

Every Senator in the Dark Parliament was a unique existence. Lacking just one of them made them incomplete.

Sage lifted a hand. “Enough. It’s useless to speak too much about this. Moreover, Senator Morning Star wouldn’t have known that something like this would happen.”

He swept his eyes around. “If the six of us move together, while we cannot display our greatest strength, there won’t be much of a difference. And most importantly, it isn’t just the Dark Parliament that will be launching an attack today. We can join forces with the other parties. As long as Ning Qin dies, we will have succeeded in our goal. Now, let’s not delay any further. Begin.”

He turned back and flicked his sleeves. The stone door quietly opened. Sage was the first to enter, with the other five Senators following close behind. Several breaths later, there was a loud rumbling sound of stone scraping on stone, as if something heavy was being shoved open.

Shua –

A pair of giant eyes opened. There was a gloominess in them. This deathly stillness and ice-cold aura could freeze the soul!

…

Two towering mountains pointed at the heavens, their peaks submerged deep in the clouds and fog. They were close enough to each other that they almost blocked out all light that fell.

So the abyss between these two mountains appeared increasingly dark and profound, as if it were an entrance to hell. A strong wind suddenly blew out from it, brushing against the forest outside and causing loud rustling and crashing sounds.

Hu –

Hu –

Bursts of white fog came from that abyssal hole, soon condensing into a mass of thick roiling fog. No matter how strong the winds were, the fog couldn’t be moved at all.

This strange scene continued for some time. Then, the darkness of the abyss stirred and a massive pair of claws stretched out. They cut through the mountain stone as easily as tofu and then pulled. A massive body was slowly dragged out, emerging from the darkness.

A ferocious wolf head appeared, its black fur like iron needles. A long scar appeared on its skull, starting from the lower corner of its left eye and extending diagonally past its forehead.

Its left eye was blind and half of its right ear had been sliced off. After hundreds of thousands of years of recuperation, the scar on its head still hadn’t recovered.

And this wound was given to it many, many years ago by the master it once gave its loyalty to. It originally thought that would be the last time it saw its master, but he had returned.

The one-eyed half-eared black wolf didn’t want to believe this, but it wouldn’t mistake the trembling in its mind. Without a doubt, this was its master’s aura.

It turned back and looked at the abyss it had occupied for hundreds of thousands of years. It couldn’t help but wonder – was the choice it made to betray its master in the past wrong?

But it was doomed to never obtain an answer. The black wolf leapt up, landing on the white fog that floated out from the abyss. Then, as if riding a cloud, it flew into space, vanishing into rippling fluctuations in the air.

…

A great river crashed down from high in the skies, tearing through the mountain and forming many strange and steep peaks. There was an old thatched house along the river. Sitting in front of it, one could feel the moist water vapor on one’s face.

The straw roof was tattered and torn. If a gust of wind blew past, there was a possibility that it would be torn off, sent flying into the great river where it would be smashed to bits.

But it had stood here for many, many years already, so long that no one remembered when it had appeared.

In this lonely thatched house lived a lonely old woman. Her white hair was neatly combed and she wore a cotton skirt that seemed as if it had never been changed.

Every morning, the old woman would punctually come out of the house. Holding a fishing rod, she threw the hook into the river. When a fish was hooked, the old woman would raise the fishing rod and then prepare a fire to cook a meal.

One fish. That was her meal for the entire day. No matter how large or small it was, she wouldn’t fish up a second one.

On the distant peaks there were the figures of several people. The cultivators there stared with wide eyes, waiting for the old woman to co