"Yellow Millet Dream?"

At the edge of Cliff City, Tong Ting was already stupefied.

Unbelievable, news coming from his own father's mouth.

"No, what is this?" Tong Ting was confused: "Are you talking about Paradise? Didn't it collapse long ago? Hua Xu is dead."

"I'm saying Paradise has disappeared, that's true, but when did I say Hua Xujun is dead?"

The old man, without lifting his head, questioned back, holding a teacup, sipping the classic brew, his eyes lowering to the ground, where the scattered milfoil intertwined, displaying chaotic hexagrams, changing unpredictably in the breeze.

The Ether Path observes here, everyone's curiosity varies; the difference lies only in the level of skill and daring.

Once reaching the level of Heavenly People, observing the world from the home is fairly routine.

On a whim, Tong Yuan was still maintaining the pursuit and observation of this amnesiac incident, only refraining from direct action for the sake of caution.

This kind of milfoil divination is like watching a fire across the river, passively receiving news without actively seeking it.

The thought was that even if it wasn't clear, watching the spectacle would be worthwhile.

Unexpectedly... he witnessed the tempest stirred within dead waters!

In a fleeting glance at the disturbance of fate, he glimpsed the suddenly apparent colossal reflection.

Subtle as a mustard seed, dynamic as an ascending Dragon.

Unbothered by others' scrutiny, never concealing its existence... majestically descending upon the mortal world.

"Indeed, it's the Chaos Kings."

Tong Yuan sipped the tea, sentimentally: "Their presence is formidable, indeed."

"No, no... this..."

Tong Ting remained dazed, unable to react: "After all these years, is this reasonable? He's still alive?"

"Before Superior emerged in the Chaos Era, those who achieved greatness, could they be mere mediocre names?

In such a Hell devoid of order and rules, the weak and unlucky can't even control their life or death.

Yet the Kings could rise above, using the world as their chessboard, their struggles laying the foundation for a new world, their accomplishments and endeavors are truly extraordinary."

Tong Yuan sighed softly, questioned back: "Hua Xujun lives with Hua Xu, Lord of Huangliang coexists with Huangliang; for such beings, the distinction between life and death is meaningless.

Just try to kill a dream."

"..."

Tong Ting was silent, speechless, listening to his father's leisurely words: "Among the Chaos Era's Kings, it's certain that at least three persist, he should count as half of one."

For ether's chosen, observation is power, and secrets are trump cards.

Similarly, secrets may bring death, or even a fate worse than death!

Even between master and disciple, father and son, some secrets can never be lightly shared.

Not out of fear or defense, but because these secrets are so dangerous, even etheric secret communication without words or ears, only heart-to-heart transmission, still could spark waves, invite reactions, bring accidents.

Even, backlash against oneself!

Only during the reappearance of Lord of Huangliang, when all related fate and observations become disturbed, can one seize the chance to transmit corresponding secrets.

Currently, the waves stirred by Lord of Huangliang still spread, time is pressing, not a moment can be wasted.

Upon hearing this, Tong Ting instantly knelt to the ground, crawled forward, respectfully listened, pondered, analyzed.

Even within Tong Yuan's Time Wedge shielding, he remained cautious, seeking to understand the full picture swiftly and stably with minimal information and disturbance from hints.

"Father means, there's another half?"

"Pretty much."

Tong Yuan nodded, replied calmly: "In the belly of the fish, there shouldn't be only half left, should there?"

Fish?

Tong Ting was suddenly alarmed, then broke into a cold sweat.

The Mutant of White Hall!

As the Great Evil opposite the Vortex, the sorrow belonging to White Hall, there exists only one, the immortal fish, formed by the convergence of endless mutant life, viewing all living beings as food, a terrifying monster.

The reason there's only one is because other White Hall's sorrows haven't had a chance to fully mature before this fish found them and swallowed them!

Incredibly, someone being swallowed by the fish hasn't been completely digested even after thousands of years and can still live?

Indeed, the Kings.

But more incredible, the fish is actually a product of the Chaos Era? Not right, Father's meaning is...

At that moment, amidst trembling, he realized with sudden clarity.

The confirmed three, half is the voided Lord of Huangliang, half is the being swallowed by the fish; and the fish?

The fish capable of swallowing one of the Kings is, unmistakably, one of those within two!

Then...

"Cannot say, also cannot be clearly stated."

Upon his inquiry, Tong Yuan already knew what he wanted to ask, slowly shook his head, kept silent.

Despite numerous guesses, guesses are merely guesses, difficult to use as proof, moreover, guess right or wrong, what does it matter? Speaking such matters is merely asking for trouble.

The brief waves at this moment had already ended.

Tong Yuan waved his hand, indicating Tong Ting to rise, everything that needed saying was said, what remains unsaid is best left that way.

Simply watch and see.

He once again scattered some milfoil, continuing to observe quietly.

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