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Chapter 1717: Seeing Mo Nethery Again!

Chapter 1717: Chapter 1717: Seeing Mo Nethery Again!

As soon as his words fell, ripples suddenly formed in the space beside Wang Mang.

With the appearance of a spatial rift, a woman akin to a Heaven Immortal stepped out from within.

The person who arrived was none other than Qing Yi.

Looking at the abruptly appearing woman, Yun Daohe narrowed his eyes with a deep frown.

What’s with today, with all these dogs and cats jumping out causing trouble?

"Do you really wish to make an enemy of Yunhe Pavilion?"

"Today is the grand celebration of the two strongest powers, think carefully of the consequences before you act,"

Yun Daohe said with a stern face, issuing a threat.

If it had been an average Eternal Realm being, he would have taken action immediately, but he couldn’t gauge the depth of the woman before him.

Upon hearing his words, Qing Yi scoffed disdainfully.

She ignored Yun Daohe and said to Wang Mang:

"Go find your little sweetheart, I’ve got this covered here."

"Many thanks," Wang Mang expressed his gratitude and without hesitation, strode toward the next level.

Watching Wang Mang’s action, Yun Daohe couldn’t hold back anymore. A surge of Dao runes shot out from his hand, fiercely assaulting Wang Mang.

And yet, Wang Mang continued on his way to the stairs as if he didn’t see the attack at all.

In the blink of an eye, the Dao rune attack was just a few meters away from Wang Mang.

Right at that moment, another surge of Dao runes, emanating with a green glow, instantly appeared and intercepted it.

Yun Daohe’s Dao rune strike was obliterated before it could even last a single breath of time.

Seeing this, Wang Mang also quietly breathed a sigh of relief, dismissing the thought of displaying his Eternal Temporal Body.

As he watched Wang Mang descend, Yun Daohe’s complexion grew even more sullen.

At his side, Tang Gu also showed a trace of surprise.

To deal with Yun Daohe’s Dao rune attack so leisurely, this woman was no simple character.

"Do you truly seek to oppose me?"

Yun Daohe’s ominous gaze fixed on Qing Yi as he spoke in a deep voice.

No sooner had his voice faded than the Dao runes within him began to surge like a volcano ready to erupt.

An unparalleled and majestic aura, vast like the Heavenly Abyss, swept out from within him.

"Call it quits now, and we can all live in peace; one more step and there’ll be upheaval,"

Yun Daohe’s gaze was piercing, his divine light shining resplendent and his aura ever stronger.

If not for his concern that this place was his own Dao’s territory, he wouldn’t have been so restrained.

Of course, another important reason was that he didn’t know the full extent of this woman’s capabilities.

After speaking, Yun Daohe shifted his gaze toward Qing Yi, not far away.

Looking at her expression of unaffected composure, Yun Daohe’s mood plunged into the abyss.

It seemed they wouldn’t be able to end this on amicable terms.

If that was the case...

...

Meanwhile, on the third level of Yunhe Pavilion.

Everyone here represented the seedlings of various powers, even potential successors.

At this moment, there was no longer any hustle and bustle, only profound silence.

All because of one person’s arrival.

Seeing Wang Mang draped in a deep space Daoist robe, everyone fell utterly silent.

The reason was no other; they had all more or less heard the disturbances from the top floor.

Besides, the murderous aura emanating from the man was exceptionally intense.

Didn’t you see? His eyes were red!

"Where is Mo Nethery?"

Wang Mang’s deep voice slowly echoed in everyone’s ears.

After a few breaths, the third level remained completely silent, deathly still.

Just then, a Peerless Heavenly Talent from a smaller power affiliated with Yunhe Pavilion mustered the courage to speak:

"Fellow Daoist, today is a joyous day for Yunhe Pavilion; it might not be good to cause such a disturbance,"

"Listen to me..."

Puchi!

He was cut off mid-sentence, his face froze and pupils suddenly contracted.

Looking down, he saw a streak of dark Great Dao power piercing through his chest.

Not only that, his own life force continued to be eroded.

"You..."

Murmuring, the Great Devouring Dao suddenly enveloped him.

At the same time, a notification sound from the system echoed in Wang Mang’s mind:

[Ding! Devouring an ant at Level 4 of the Eternal Realm! Obtained 400,000 Dao God Crystals!]

Seeing that these people remained silent, Wang Mang wasted no more words.

The profoundly deep Great Devouring Dao, like a tide, ceaselessly surged out from his body.

In an instant, it completely enveloped the entire third floor.

Simultaneously, Wang Mang fully deployed his sense perception, covering the entire Yunhe Pavilion.

In a blink, the situation throughout the Yunhe Pavilion was distinctly imprinted in Wang Mang’s mind.

"The dressing room on the second floor."

Wang Mang’s eyes flashed, and he immediately headed towards the second floor.

After arriving on the second floor, Wang Mang stood in front of the tightly closed dressing room, with no movement for quite some time.

Feeling the familiar aura within, Wang Mang couldn’t help but feel bewildered.

Bang! Rumble rumble...

At that moment, several thunderous booming sounds suddenly came from above.

Could it be that they’ve started fighting?!

Feeling the terrifyingly chaotic aura above, Wang Mang was also taken aback.

Just then, a voice that sounded somewhat lazy slowly rose: "Come in."

Upon hearing this, Wang Mang trembled and felt somewhat at a loss.

Just as his hand hovered in front of the door, hesitating to move, the door to the dressing room was suddenly opened from the inside.

What met his eyes was an unfamiliar face.

"Young master, the Saintess invites you in."

The person who opened the door was a maid, who was smiling at Wang Mang as she spoke.

Glancing past her at the graceful figure behind her, Wang Mang nodded.

Seeing this, the maid also smiled lightly, gave a slight nod of her head, and walked out.

Wang Mang took a deep breath and stepped inside.

Bang!

Right at that moment, the door behind Wang Mang closed loudly.

In the center of the dressing room, a woman adorned with a phoenix crown and a robe of radiant clouds had her back turned to Wang Mang.

"You’ve come."

"Hmm."

"What are you here for?"

"I..."

For a moment, Wang Mang couldn’t think of what to say.

The next moment, Mo Nethery slowly turned around.

Instantly, Wang Mang’s pupils couldn’t help but dilate.

Skin smooth as white jade, cheeks tinged with a faint blush, a light layer of rouge on her face.

The entire face could only be described as flawless.

Mo Nethery now carried a bit more dignity and gentleness than before, less of her mischievous spirit.

Looking at the face in front of him, which bore a ninety percent resemblance to the one in his memory, Wang Mang involuntarily said:

"You seem different from before."

On hearing Wang Mang’s words, Mo Nethery covered her mouth and chuckled with a hint of shyness.

"Time always changes a person."

"Oh, of course, and so does hatred."

As she said this, Mo Nethery gave Wang Mang a meaningful look.

Looking at Mo Nethery’s face with a faint smile, Wang Mang furrowed his brows.

Even though her face wore a smile, it felt as if she was distant, separated by a thousand miles.

"How have you been of late?"

After a long while, Wang Mang asked expressionlessly.

The moment the words left his mouth, Wang Mang regretted it.

For some reason, seeing Mo Nethery like this, he felt a wave of irritation.