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“ALRIGHT, I AM not an unreasonable person. I hope you’ll give me an explanation, a valid one,” Yang Lujia said, sighing, as he stared around the hall that was filled with cracks. “Wait a minute. I’ll fix this hall first and put some restrictions so others wouldn’t be able to hear whatever we are going to talk about.”

“…”

Xia Jieke sat on the throne-like chair and looked at Yang Lujia speechlessly.

With that, rules of time and space swirled in the air as the cracks from the walls, the floor, the ceiling, and everything in the hall that was broken, gradually turned back to their previous appearance.

THUMP! THUMP!

When Xia Jieke saw what he did, his heart was almost knocked out of his chest.

“There,” Yang Lujia said, seemingly satisfied with what he did.

Xia Jieke, as a Saint, naturally knew what just transpired in front of him._.

Those were rules!

It would only mean that Yang Lujia was not anymore in the God Emperor Realm. To put it even clearer, Yang Lujia was never in the God Emperor Realm in the first place. His cultivation was just suppressed by something, lest he would not have been able to enter the Valley of Gods due to the restrictions surrounding that place.

Moreover, the rules he manipulated were extremely complicated. His sword rules were basically millions of light-years away from Yang Lujia’s.

When one became a Saint, they became aware of the fact that the world contained the rules that made it become what it is. For example, the rules of life maintained the lives of people.

On the other hand, the rules of death could appear when a person or a living being dies, but for Da Sishen, as a special case, the rules of death were abundantly present. Legends say that it had something to do with the creator’s death. This then created the Death Purge that his father had told him about.

No matter, the rules were very complicated that almost no one could comprehend them. Even Saints themselves found it hard to do so. And yet this seemingly young man before him just casually used the rules of time and space.

Moreover, time and space had always been legendary or supreme rules that only one in a billion could understand.

Seeing Yang Lujia control the rules like it was nothing for him made Xia Jieke’s heart twitch. To think he once compared himself to a monster like this. Anyhow, he was now certain that Yang Lujia had something to do in the Valley of Gods, making him choose no other alternative but enter the place.

What was his motive for doing so, though?

Why did he go with all those procedures just to enter although he was already strong enough to rule Da Sishen?

It was truly baffling.

But Xia Jieke would never know what Yang Lujia was thinking at the moment.

To Yang Lujia, the rules he was able to control were just the most normal rules.

He was particularly unable to explain it, but these rules were one of his weakest ones, at least slightly above those he usually used in Da Shenghou. After all, the higher the realm was, the higher the rules needed for it to work.

There was, however, one drawback. No matter how high he had comprehended these rules, he could only use them at a certain level for Da Sishen.

In other words, he was suppressed, making him unable to use these rules when several hours had already passed. Unlike in Da Shenghou wherein, he was able to revive the dead by using the complex rules of time.

“I’m sure there’s a misunderstanding,” Yang Lujia said, looking at Xia Jieke with his eyes boring into the latter’s bones. “You may release my puppet, Metallie. He won’t attack any of your guards. Just bring him back to me.”

Xia Jieke subconsciously shivered, but he still obediently nodded. When he was about to pass his order through a voice transmission, his father’s voice suddenly entered his mind.

“He was the one I told you and Xia Hua about. The one factor overlapping the fate of Da Sishen. I think he was suppressed by the realm’s Will, but I know that he was treated as an outsider by it. I can feel it.”

“An outsider?” Yang Lujia interrupted, making Xia Jieke almost jump in fright. “An outsider?”

Yang Lujia found this information quite graveling.

“You heard our conversation?”

Yang Lujia rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. Sooner, a wooden chair materialized in the air behind him through the use of his own qi. Sitting down on it, he crossed his legs and looked at Xia Jieke piercingly. “Is that not obvious enough?”

But inside, Yang Lujia was scolding himself for being careless. He should have restrained his mouth from speaking too much. If he did so, he could have spied on their conversation further. Alas! He was again being too careless.

After letting out a light cough, he called out, “City Palace Lord, you may come out. I know you’re injured. If I had the intention of killing you, I would have already done so. Do you know about my companions’ whereabouts?”

Xia Zhiguang appeared in the hall, but this time, he was with two other people. One of them was a cold-looking woman and the other was a middle-aged man whose face resembled the former.

“Forgive me for not appearing right away, sir,” Xia Zhiguang said as he slightly bent forward. This scene made Xia Jieke’s scalp feel numb. After all, he had revered his father all this time. Seeing his father submit to another person was very humiliating for him.

Alas! What could he do? Was there anyone stronger than this young man before them?

“City Lord Ice?” Yang Lujia muttered. “I see. Seeing you all three gathered, two being saints even, it seems like something big is going to happen in Da Sishen.”

When he said this, Yang Lujia’s mind already tried to ask Fortuniel about the location of Long Guang, Feng Huang, and Brownie. Although the system was somewhat off, he still tried to extract some information from it.

“Host, due to the realm suppression, I cannot function to the fullest of my abilities. I implore the host to use any of the things Long Guang had previously been in possession of. With this, you can trace his aura and let the host himself deal with the isolated place where your second disciple, Feng Huang, and Brownie are located at the moment.”

“You can’t help me find them?” Yang Lujia asked, almost skeptically. “Why didn’t you tell me, though?”

Fortuniel then replied, “About what, host?”

“About them being captured? You should have given me a mission like what happened to Feng Huang’s sister or when Lin Diyu was once in danger.” Yang Lujia was starting to question Fortuniel’s reliability.