Deep in the palace.

Dihong Palace.

The empty hall was full of obscurantism, and an incomparably terrifying coercion enveloped the entire hall.

On top of the Imperial Terrace.

The man wearing a Xuanyi crown robe and a five-colored crown on his head quietly stared at the throne of the God Emperor, and under the gently swaying nine crowns, there were a pair of eyes that were as indifferent as the heavens, and there was no emotional fluctuation on his extremely handsome face.

The crown prince stood quietly above the dimly lit hall, as if

"You don't want to be known in secret" 16, the withered glory is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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