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Chapter 1962: Arrival!

Chapter 1962: Chapter 1962: Arrival!

As time passed, Wang Mang and his companions on the teleportation altar were getting closer and closer to the top-notch world of the Abyss.

Within the altar.

Wang Mang, as usual, sat cross-legged, while Gui Chen—the Dust Heavenly Venerate—and his two followers also meditated on the altar.

Aside from the Grand Mage feeling a bit uneasy, everyone else seemed extremely content.

Clearly, no one was taking this journey through the Stellar Domain too seriously.

Wang You: The master is already invincible, what should I, as a follower, do? (Online inquiry).

King Lu: Another beautiful day.

Gui Chen: Look at those thighs—so thick and long...

Just like that, no one knew how much time had passed.

As the teleportation altar began to gently tremble from its stable state, Wang Mang finally slowly opened his eyes.

After releasing his perception, a smile also appeared on his face.

"Have we finally arrived?"

As Wang Mang’s words fell, the other people in the teleportation altar also slowly opened their eyes.

After a short while, the teleportation altar reached its destination.

With the arrival of this teleportation altar, the people below started to talk.

The reason was simple—who dares to use a teleportation altar to land so conspicuously within the territory of a top divine force?

Too tired of living?

As the teleportation altar settled completely, it was immediately surrounded.

It’s worth mentioning that this place was the Nine Branch Clan’s domain.

That is, where Abyss Bai Yang of the subservient clans resided.

As the spatial barrier around the teleportation altar gradually vanished,

Wang Mang and the others’ figures immediately appeared in everyone’s sight.

In an instant, the face of Abyss Xuanming in the crowd drastically changed.

The next moment, he flew out of the crowd,

and made a calm-down gesture to the elders around who were ready to make a move.

As Abyss Bai Yang appeared in Wang Mang’s sight, the latter also revealed a smile.

The two embraced each other upon meeting.

"Brother Wang Mang!"

Abyss Bai Yang excitedly patted Wang Mang’s chest.

At this moment, Wang Mang’s mood was also very good.

"Long time no see!"

"How’s Xuanming doing?"

With an undiminished smile on his face, Abyss Bai Yang cheerfully said, "Not bad."

"But he often mentions you."

"You know, there aren’t many materials here that can elevate his power."

Wang Mang nodded with a light laugh.

He naturally knew what Bai Yang meant by materials.

After all, he had stayed here himself.

While cultivation resources were not scarce here, bodies were.

After all, with the widespread fame of the top forces, few dared to cause trouble.

Just then, the patriarchs of the nine races also hurried over upon hearing the news.

At the sight of Wang Mang, he was momentarily stunned.

However, he just watched from a distance, without any action.

It’s well known that the relationship between the Eight Clans and the Nine Branch Clan was quite good.

Previously, during the contest for the Stellar Domain Emperor, Abyss Bai Yang had been boosted by Wang Mang.

In a way, his Nine Branch Clan still owed the other a favor.

While the two of them were chatting merrily, a figure suddenly tore through the space and appeared beside Wang Mang.

At the sight of the newcomer, a smile suddenly spread across Wang Mang’s face.

"Patriarch, long time no see."

Hearing Wang Mang’s greeting, the Abyssal Skeleton didn’t bother with pleasantries and directly threw a punch towards Wang Mang’s chest.

Wang Mang did not dodge, allowing the punch to land.

Thud!

A muffled sound arose as the Abyssal Skeleton’s fist was promptly repelled.

"Good lad, your body is still as tough as ever," a hint of surprise flashed in the Abyssal Skeleton’s eyes.

In front of this senior, Wang Mang rarely dropped all pretense of dignity.

He scratched his head and smiled, "The patriarch’s fists have not weakened over the years."

Abyssal skeleton patted Wang Mang’s shoulder and frowned,

"Do you dare to come back at this juncture?"

"You’re well aware of the situation within the Nine Clans of the Abyss."

Wang Mang casually shrugged his shoulders, his face calm and collected, "I now possess the capital to suppress everything."

"Of course, it’s necessary to come back and check on you, old man."

Seeing Wang Mang’s confidence, the abyssal skeleton was somewhat doubtful.

The next moment, he lightly patted Wang Mang’s shoulder and said, "Come, I’ll take you to see the current eight patriarchs."

"That little guy from the Abyss Temple harbors a deep grudge against you."

Upon hearing his words, Wang Mang raised an eyebrow.

The Abyss Temple, huh?

"Let’s go."

As his voice fell, a surge of space Dao rhyme suddenly appeared, displacing the location of the teleportation altar.

The abyssal skeleton was surprised for a moment by the spatial mastery Wang Mang displayed, but soon, a sense of relief followed.

With such spatial mastery, his self-preservation ability was definitely maxed out.

Then there was nothing to worry about.

He, too, let go of his concerns.

Just then, a sharp sword energy suddenly attacked Wang Mang.

However, with a glance from Wang Mang, the sword energy froze in place.

"You should not have come back," said the figure from the Abyss Temple, emerging from the shadows.

Sensing the somewhat dark aura within his body, Wang Mang frowned.

"Path of Darkness?"

Facing Wang Mang’s gaze, the figure from the Abyss Temple smiled faintly.

"Yes, this is the power I have comprehended."

"It’s also the shadow you’ve brought to the eight clans."

As these words came out, the abyssal skeleton’s brow instantly furrowed.

"Temple, you’re talking nonsense..."

Before he could finish, Wang Mang interrupted him.

"Let him speak, patriarch."

"I indeed have much to apologize for regarding the past events."

Wang Mang naturally would not deny his past actions.

The assassination of candidates from other branches and the subsequent series of events.

With his status at that time, the impact he brought to the eight clans was definitely significant.

However, the patriarch would never discuss these matters with him.

This drama also attracted quite a few elders.

Among them was Elder Black Sun.

Seeing Wang Mang, Elder Black Sun also slowly said,

"This aura, looks like the youngster Wang Mang has carved out his own path."

"Hahaha, very good, very good."

"Truly someone who emerged from the eight clans."

The other elders didn’t dare to interject, as the face of the figure from the Abyss Temple was already as black as a pot.

The figure from the Abyss Temple glared hatefully at Wang Mang.

Were it not for this man, the eight clans wouldn’t have faced ostracism from other branches.

Were it not for this man’s betrayal, the eight clans would have forever led the pinnacle of the nine races.

If only...

Meanwhile, the dark path within the Abyss Temple figure started to surge out uncontrollably.

It was as if it represented towering resentment.

This scene caused everyone present to frown.

Was there a problem with his Dao heart?

Looking at the darkened figure from the Abyss Temple, Wang Mang shook his head.

The next moment, an overwhelming pressure that left one breathless poured out from his body.

"As a young clan leader, you should be leading the younger generation of the clan."

Wang Mang’s gaze was intense, his whole body filled with six terrifying Dao runes in constant motion.

The continuously surging powerful aura was suffocating even to the surrounding elders!

"Instead of acting like a resentful woman, cursing at heaven and others!"

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