417: Some people attempt to challenge natural disasters

Du Ruoheng shook her head: "No one else can help with my Sign-in System."

Hearing this, Shen Yian's body suddenly stiffened, his eyes instantly widened, and his expression looked as if he had been struck by lightning!

"Oh no!!!"

He slapped his forehead, letting out a cry of utmost frustration.

"How could I have forgotten about that!!!"

"If just now... if I could have discussed it with the boss, and had him deliberately lose to me once..."

Shen Yian's voice trembled, as if he had missed out on the entire world, "One hundred and eighty million! With those points, I could have blasted off on the spot, spiraled into the heavens, and become invincible in the world!!"

The more he thought about it, the more his heart ached, to the point of anguish, pounding his chest and stamping his feet.

"Damn it!!"

"If time could flow backward, I would definitely say to him—"

Someone nearby, seeing his state, suppressed a laugh and chimed in: "Love you for ten thousand years?"

"Love your head!! Get lost!!"

Shen Yian was so angry he nearly jumped up, his face filled with grief and indignation, "You have no idea what I missed out on!"

"I missed a chance to directly reach the Peak of my life!!"

Everyone burst into laughter, and the air was filled with a merry atmosphere.

Qin Wangchuan walked out of the side hall. Outside the door, Yin Qiyue had been waiting quietly for a long time.

Seeing him come out, she immediately stepped forward half a step, presenting a stack of neatly organized Jade Slips with both hands:

"Young Master, the interrogation of that Yao Race captive has yielded results."

Qin Wangchuan took them, swept them with his Divine Sense, and his gaze was quickly captured by four words within the Jade Slips.

"ancestral return dragon egg?"

He looked up, slightly surprised, at Yin Qiyue: "Did she say all this herself?"

Yin Qiyue hesitated for a moment, then shook her head: "Not entirely."

Disciples from major families generally have Restrictions to prevent soul-searching, but they were useless against us!

Once inside the Dao Seeking Palace, even the dead have to stand up and talk!

"So it's like that. This branch of the Yao Race is also eyeing that ancestral return dragon egg."

Qin Wangchuan sighed lightly, then a glint of calculation flashed in his eyes, "We can make use of this."

"Have them continue the interrogation, see if they can dig out more details."

"Yes."

Yin Qiyue acknowledged the order.

Deep within the dungeon, the lamplight was dim.

Meng Yu, Fang Yuan, and a few others were gathered around a specially made interrogation table.

On the table, Colored Wing was bound by even more stringent Restrictions, looking haggard, her eyes unfocused, long gone was the arrogance she had when first seen.

At this moment.

A young man wearing the ordinary Disciple attire of the Dao Seeking Palace quickly walked into the torture chamber. His expression was normal, utterly indifferent to the somewhat oppressive atmosphere in the room and Colored Wing's miserable state, as if it were commonplace.

He handed over a faintly glowing Jade Slip secret order and said simultaneously:

"The Young Master has ordered the interrogation to continue."

"Understood!" Meng Yu took the order with one hand, his tone eager.

"No... please don't!"

Colored Wing struggled violently, her voice hoarse, filled with terror.

Not long ago, she had endured a terrible punishment known as the "Water Drop Torture."

But the Dao Seeking Palace's version was even more terrifying—they not only suspended water drops above her head but also forced her to take a hallucinogenic drug, combined with a time-distorting Formation beneath her feet.

If her spirit relaxed even slightly, her eyelids drooped, she would instantly be pulled into an illusion where the flow of time was stretched to an extreme degree.

In that illusion, the monotonous, cold, repetitive sound of dripping water would persist for an entire year!

And when she woke up, collapse, the real world might have only passed one or two breaths.

Thinking she had endured an eternity, when in reality, it was only an instant.

This method of stretching brief sensory torment into endless mental torture had nearly destroyed her will's defenses.

"I'll say anything you want to know! I'll say everything! Please... no more..."

Colored Wing begged incoherently.

"My Young Master is very interested in that ancestral return dragon egg."

After reading the contents of the secret order, Meng Yu spoke unhurriedly, "Tell us everything you know about that thing."

ancestral return dragon egg?!

Colored Wing's pupils contracted, instinctively hesitating.

This was the ultimate goal the Old Ancestor had schemed for ten thousand years, the opportunity for the ancient dynasty to advance further.

Although these people before her were only from the Middle Thousand Province, if too much was leaked from her, causing the plan to fail... Her hesitation, though brief, did not escape Fang Yuan's eyes.

"Good, she hesitated."

Fang Yuan waved a hand expressionlessly, "Administer the punishment."

"W-Wait——!!"

Colored Wing's terrified scream was abruptly cut off.

The Formation beneath her feet flashed with light, and the scene before her eyes suddenly twisted and stretched.

She had merely closed her eyes for a moment, but her consciousness instantly plunged into that cold, lonely, eternal hellscape filled only with the sound of dripping water.

"I——!!"

When she had spent a year in the illusion and opened her eyes, she had just managed to scream out a single word.

That damned fatigue and the effects of the drug struck again, her eyelids growing heavy and drooping.

The illusion returned.

Meng Yu and the others sat comfortably to the side, and Fang Yuan even took out some snacks.

"Physical torture can't compare to this."

"Wait ten minutes, and she'll confess everything down to when she wet the bed."

Five minutes later.

"I'll talk... I'll talk..."

Colored Wing's voice was hoarse, her speech rapid, afraid that if she slowed for an instant, she would be dragged back into that terrible cycle, "I'll tell you everything... I beg you, don't send me back there..."

She quickly racked her nearly numb brain, finding reasons for herself:

'After all, these people are just natives of the Middle Thousand Province, they probably can't even reach the Liuli Realm, let alone have the qualifications to participate in the True Dragon Clan's grand event.'

'Telling them won't accomplish anything, but it can free me... Yes, that's it!'

With this thought, Colored Wing held nothing back, confessing everything she knew about the ancestral return dragon egg.

At the same time.

Far beyond the endless Void Realm.

In the Upper Thousand Provinces, within the Profound Eagle Realm, at the ancestral land of the Ancient Heavenly Sparrow Dynasty.

An urgent transmission, crossing countless realms, finally reached the hands of several core Elders of the ancient dynasty.

"Colored Wing has been abducted in the Middle Thousand Province by an unknown force, the Blood Fiend Sect. Her whereabouts are unknown."

"After some searching with no results, and with the True Dragon's emergence imminent, there is fear of unforeseen changes."

"Please instruct promptly: continue the search, or temporarily abandon her and focus on the dragon egg?"

"Blood Fiend Sect...?"

An ancient-looking, white-haired old yao with an aura as deep as an abyss, seated in the center, slowly uttered the name, his brow slightly furrowed.

"Is it some hidden Immortal? Or a newly risen branch of an Imperial Clan?"

"This old one seems to have never heard of it."

The other great yao in the hall, whose auras were equally vast, also looked at each other, searching their long memories but finding nothing.

"Judging by the name, it sounds like a third-rate Demonic Path sect."

A middle-aged great yao wearing a crimson-gold feathered robe, with an arrogant expression, sneered, his tone full of disdain, "What kind of decent force could exist in such a barren place as the Middle Thousand Province?"

"That kid Cheng Yu is also confused. With the heaven-shaking event of the True Dragon's emergence imminent, he still causes complications."

"After all, Colored Wing is of the main bloodline, her status is special."

Another, more cautious Elder pondered, "But the matter of the True Dragon concerns the Old Ancestor's ten-thousand-year scheme. We must distinguish between what is important and what is urgent."

The white-haired old yao thought briefly, a flash of decisiveness in his eyes.

He flicked a finger, and a stream of light vanished into the void.

"Transmit the order to Cheng Yu: Do not waste further effort searching for Colored Wing; leave it to subsequent personnel. Command him to immediately focus his mind, prepare with all his might, and infiltrate the Liuli Realm according to the original plan, quietly await the True Dragon's emergence."

"The ancestral return dragon egg is the top priority; there must be no mistakes!"

"Additionally, dispatch a team of Shadow Plume Guards, holding my personal order, to the Middle Thousand Province. Investigate the background of that Blood Fiend Sect and rescue Colored Wing."

"If the other party truly is just a force from the Middle Thousand Province, show no mercy; simply crush them in passing."

"Since they dare to offend the dignity of our ancient dynasty—"

"Their mountain gate shall be trampled to dust, their dao lineage ground to ashes."

"Pursue their founding Ancestral Master above, and cut off their last Disciple below."

"Exterminate all who have even the slightest connection of Destiny with this sect, leaving not a single tile standing!"

"Only then will the ants of the Lower Realm know reverence, know the consequences of provoking our dynasty!"