Taking the Initiative to Show Goodwill

Only a head remained, rolling on the ground, its bloodshot eyes wide open.

"Why... why?"

The mouth moved slightly, letting out a faint voice.

Even in death, he couldn’t understand why his beloved grandfather had run him over.

"Hmm?"

"Did I hit something?"

Yi Feng, who was on his way to the Desolate City for lunch, paused mid-air and then descended to the ground.

He jumped in front of his mount, carefully inspecting it. There were no signs of collision, and it lay there motionless, its drowsy, lifeless fish-like eyes staring blankly.

"It must have been an illusion!"

Yi Feng rubbed his chin and, without further concern, mounted his steed and continued toward the Desolate City.

Meanwhile, Cheng Liyuan, staring at Zhen Wuji’s severed head, was nearly scared out of his wits. He fell to his knees, drenched in cold sweat, his face filled with terror.

He never could have imagined that the once-invincible Zhen Wuji would meet such an end.

The shock was indescribable.

To put it in Yi Feng’s words, it was like watching a person who had just been speaking to you suddenly get crushed into pulp by a carriage right before your eyes.

And this horror was even greater.

Zhen Wuji was a True Immortal!

A True Immortal being crushed to death—such a thing would be unbelievable if spoken aloud.

What on earth had happened?

Wasn’t Zhen Wuji Zhen Jian’s most beloved grandson?

Did the grandfather really run over his own grandson?

"No, no, no, that’s impossible..."

Cheng Liyuan shook his head. Though Zhen Jian wasn’t a good man, he would never harm his only grandson, and there was no reason for him to do so.

"Then what exactly happened?"

Cheng Liyuan muttered to himself, deep in thought.

Suddenly, his eyes widened as if he had realized something.

"Could it be that this person wasn’t Zhen Jian at all?"

With this thought, Cheng Liyuan hastily took out a jade slip.

Inside the jade slip were the records and portraits they had gathered of Zhen Jian.

When they had first arrived, Cheng Liyuan had only glanced at the information casually, so he hadn’t paid much attention.

But now, looking at the portrait again and recalling the man from earlier, there was no resemblance whatsoever.

Moreover, Cheng Liyuan suddenly remembered that the man’s clothing wasn’t from their Desolate Realm at all.

It was from the Array Realm.

At this realization, Cheng Liyuan’s hair stood on end.

"A scheme!"

"This is a scheme by the Array Realm."

"That person was clearly from the Array Realm, deliberately using the spies we planted to spread false information and lure us into the mountains to our deaths!"

Terrified out of his mind, Cheng Liyuan leaped into the air and fled, kicking off the ground with all his might to ensure he escaped quickly.

As luck would have it, his foot landed squarely on Zhen Wuji’s round, severed head.

"Thud!"

With that kick, even Zhen Wuji’s last remaining head was destroyed.

Cheng Liyuan, in a state of panic, quickly contacted Huang Tianling and the others waiting in the Desolate Realm, activating the teleportation array and fleeing back to the Desolate Realm.

In the Desolate Realm, the atmosphere in the hall was heavy and oppressive as Cheng Liyuan delivered his report. Everyone’s faces were grave, and the room was eerily silent for a long time.

Although Zhen Wuji’s death brought them some satisfaction, the news that followed was too much to bear.

The blow was too great.

It was as if they hadn’t even had time to celebrate before being plunged into despair.

Finally, after a long silence, Huang Tianling stood up and broke the tension, holding a jade slip in his hand.

"I reported this matter to the Desolate Gate headquarters immediately."

"Now, the headquarters has sent back a message..."

At this, everyone’s eyes turned to Huang Tianling.

Huang Tianling raised his voice and announced, "Given the current external threats, we must avoid internal conflicts. Therefore, by order of the Desolate Realm’s ruler, we will take the initiative to reconcile with the Array Realm at the upcoming Eight Realms Summit in Celestial City one month from now and voluntarily relinquish our claim to the Tianlan Mountains."

Upon hearing this, the hall fell so silent that you could hear a pin drop. Everyone’s faces darkened, their fists clenched tightly, filled with resentment and unwillingness.

At the same time, in Array Heaven City, Chen Xianxuan sat with a grim expression and said, "The Formation Masters Guild has sent word."

"The higher-ups have ordered us to abandon our claim to the Tianlan Mountains and extend an olive branch to the Desolate Realm!"