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The atmosphere in Taichen Palace was so oppressive that it made people breathless. The sunlight reflected by the glazed tiles was now icy cold. On weekdays, Supreme God Zheyan always looked relaxed and free, with his silver hair neatly tied up and a smile on his lips. But now, his face was flushed with anger, and his usual calmness disappeared without a trace.

"How can this be!" Zhe Yan shouted angrily, and swung his robe sleeves violently. The wide corners of his robe were like a black roc spreading its wings, with a whistling sound. He turned and walked away, his steps were hurried and heavy, and every step seemed to be treading on anger. He looked so fierce, as if this Taichen Palace was a blazing purgatory, and if he stayed any longer, it would be burned to ashes.

When King Yao Ling saw Zhe Yan was about to leave, his heart skipped a beat and a trace of panic flashed across his face. He subconsciously took a big step forward, raised his arm high, and pointed his palm towards Zhe Yan, as if he wanted to grab something. He shouted anxiously, "Lord Zhe Yan, wait a minute—" But when the words came to his lips, his voice stopped abruptly, and his hand froze in mid-air, slowly falling down, as if being held by an invisible force.

King Yao Ling's face turned pale and red, his eyes full of helplessness and cowardice. He knew better than anyone that Zhe Yan was an ancient god with an extremely noble status. Who in the world could easily make him change his mind? He was just a small king, how could he have the confidence to force Zhe Yan to stay. Thinking of this, King Yao Ling lowered his head slightly, his eyes full of disappointment.

"Emperor, now that Supreme God Zheyan has left, Xinghuan's injury..." King Yao Ling said in a trembling voice, with a hint of tears in his voice. He raised his head slightly, his eyes full of anxiety and uneasiness, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Xing Huan is his most beloved youngest son. He has been gifted since childhood and is regarded as the hope of the Yao Ling clan's future. But now, Xing Huan is seriously injured and unconscious, and the whole clan puts their hopes on Zhe Yan and Emperor Donghua. It was only after much pleading that Zhe Yan and Emperor Donghua helped him, but now that Zhe Yan is gone, the matter has become difficult.

"I have ordered all the immortals, demons, monsters, etc. in the four seas and eight wastelands to search for the person with the power of life. I believe that there will be news soon." Emperor Donghua was dressed in purple clothes, with fluttering sleeves and an indifferent look. He stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes were as calm as water, but it seemed to hide endless majesty, making people dare not look directly at him.

The Emperor naturally knew what King Yao Ling meant. He was just worried that no one could cure Xing Huan's injury and was anxious. He spoke like this to comfort King Yao Ling and let him stay calm. However, the four seas and eight wastelands are so vast, and people with vitality are extremely rare. The road to finding it is probably full of difficulties and obstacles.

When King Yao Ling heard Donghua's words, his heart was shocked. He subconsciously bowed slightly, and a complex expression flashed in his lowered eyes. It was helplessness, unwillingness, but also mixed with deep awe. He opened his mouth, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he swallowed the words back and only replied respectfully: "Yes, Emperor." He knew in his heart that in such a desperate situation, Xing Huan's life and death were like a candle in the wind, and he could only leave it to fate. Whether he lived or died depended on Xing Huan's own destiny, and he really didn't dare to refute anything in front of the Emperor.

Donghua narrowed his eyes slightly and looked into the distance. Although his tone was light, it revealed his unquestionable certainty: "I will naturally let the fox tribe give you an explanation for this matter." Donghua knew that Xinghuan's injuries were too serious. Judging from the current situation, there was no way to save him. Now he could only try his best to make up to King Yaoling in other ways.

Yaoguang was dressed in a black robe, emitting a cold aura. He took a step forward and looked at King Yaoling with concern. Although his voice was cold, it was soothing: "Don't worry, King Yaoling, my thirty-six war departments will also help to look for it." Those thirty-six war departments were all elite divisions with extraordinary strength. Yaoguang's promise was like a small reassurance to King Yaoling.

Jiaojiao, who was listening quietly at the side, had a hint of doubt in her clear eyes. She frowned slightly and subconsciously whispered: "Life force?" Although the voice was soft, it was particularly clear in the slightly silent atmosphere. Then, as if she had mustered up her courage, she looked up at everyone and asked: "What do you need the life force for?"

When Emperor Donghua heard this, a sharp light flashed in his eyes. He turned his head and stared at Jiaojiao closely. His voice was low but a little anxious: "Have you ever met someone with the power of life?"