2351 The Upper Realm 1 (1/2)

During the time Jun Wu Xie entered the Spirit World, there was a rainstorm happening in the Upper Realm…

The wind howled while the rain showered down the earth with its bean-sized raindrops splashing everywhere on the ground. Outside a grand palace, there was a messy and miserable figure kneeling on the wet cold floor. While letting the rain fell non-stop on his body , the figure did not move a bit.

It was completely dark inside the palace and not a sound can be heard.

”You are saying that you were defeated by a woman from the Lower Realm?” Suddenly, a deep voice came out from the dark palace.

Nangong Lie who was kneeling on his knees under the rain couldn't stop his whole body from trembling, causing him to slow down his breath at the same moment. Lowering his head and pushing both his hands to the front, he bent his body down until his forehead touched the ground. The torrential rain beat ruthlessly against his body, trying to snatch away the warmth on every inch of his body parts.

”It's my inability to complete the task, please do punish me, My Lord.”

There was no response coming from the dark palace and everything was frighteningly quiet, except for the pouring sound of the heavy rain echoing besides Nangong Lie's ears.

He was severely injured by Jun Wu Xie in the Spirit Void Temple. Although Su Jing Yan and his people did give him some help, they didn't actually take that much care of him. He went to the Middle Realm because he was given a mission to build the Sacrificial Array totems there, but today, he returned with failure. Not only one hundred and eight Blood Sacrifice Palaces were destroyed, but all the troops he brought were completely annihilated. Nearly ten thousand of the Gold Spirits were gone and he was the only one standing on his last legs, with injuries and pain all over his body.

After a long time, the voice came out from the palace again.

”Is the soul bone with her?”

”This is what she said but the truth is still unknown,” replied Nangong Lie honestly.

”I got it. You may leave now.”

Nangong Lie left humbly with a wet body, not knowing which part of him was soaked in the rainwater and which part was soaked with his perspiration.

”Tell the whole thing to Qingcheng.” Once again, the voice from the palace said.