unk deep into twilight.The blade glowed dimly, as if twilight had already descended.This sword looks so weak.However, the moment this sword was drawn, it shattered nine dragon heads instantly.Let me k...Song Qingyao appeared at the entrance of the underwater demon's lair, without a word.

The scarlet water lilies drifted along with the dark current, and he seemed to feel a nameless yearning.

The old man's breath is gone, or perhaps from now on it will be scattered in every corner of Qingjiang River.

He felt sadness.

But he could not cry.

Following behind were three high-ranking members of the Qingjiang Water Tribe, all of whom possessed the cultivation level of Outer Court Realm.

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The entire Qingjiang Water Tribe, including him, with Elder Gui who took care of Qingzhi, totaled five experts at the Wai Lou Jing level.

Having gone through two battles on the Lanhe River and one battle to eradicate the Bai Gu Dao, being able to retain five external realm experts seems quite impressive.

But the breeding of aquatic creatures is difficult, and the speed at which strong individuals are born is far slower than that of humans.

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The Qingjiang Aquatic Clan had practically exhausted its war potential long ago. For all these years, they have only been able to survive by clinging to the support of Song Hengjiang.

Apart from the stalwart general who always remained by his side and was still in his prime, the other few were already elderly, with little chance of achieving divine ascension.

The future of the Qingshui people is not optimistic.

Song Hengjiang was so badly injured that he refused to die, just because he couldn't bear to leave his clan.

But now, we can finally stop worrying.

He doesn't have to worry anymore.

Song Qingyao thought to herself.

Beyond this thought, lies sadness, anger, and hatred.

Because my father is truly exhausted. These years, how he managed to persevere, as his son, I know all too well. Every day of life is a torment.

Song Hengjiang and Zhuang Gaoxian's confrontation, he waited for the result throughout the entire process in the Ministry of Water. Zhuang Gaoxian came and went, as if the matter had already been resolved.

The old father only returned home to show his face before hurriedly leaving again.

He had long known his father was near death, but he never expected that parting to be forever.

He was unaware of the goings-on in the underwater lair, and he had no idea why his father had died there.

But always remember.

He took a step forward, then pulled it back.

A white-haired, hunched old man appeared before him, standing closer to the mouth of the cave than he was.

Zhuang Guó was the prime minister, Du Ruhui, an old and cunning strategist.

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"Young master."

The old man bowed deeply, never losing his composure.

"Duke Guo Xiang."

Song Qingyue bowed her head in return.

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No matter how much he despised this person, he still behaved courteously.

He told himself that from now on, he was no longer entitled to be willful.

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Because the towering figure who was willing to tolerate his whims and shelter him from the storm has fallen.

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Forever fell.

Seeing Song Qingyue's attitude, Du Ruhui felt a slight ease in his heart. After Song Hengjiang's death, he was most afraid that Song Qingyue would not be clear-headed. Song Qingyue herself was not difficult to deal with. But Song Hengjiang's prestige was too great, they couldn't kill Song Qingyue and immediately support a puppet who could control Qingjiang.

Song Qingyao was still able to communicate and was willing to cooperate. This was undoubtedly the best outcome in a bad situation.

He stepped aside, letting Zhuang Gaixian, who was breaking through the water flow, fall before him.

With the keen insight of a true master, Zhuang Gao Xian was able to see clearly what was inside the underwater cave. Nevertheless, he still stepped into it, wanting to observe more closely.

Song Hengjiang died too suddenly, and this place is too sensitive!

Throughout the entire process, Zhuang Gaoxian did not look at any of the aquatic creatures, including Song Qingyao.

To him, the only role in the entire Qingjiang Aquarium worth his glance was gone.

Song Qingyao walked in expressionlessly, too.

The three high-level officials of the aquarium naturally followed behind.

But Du Ruhui stretched out a hand: "I'm sorry, you can't go in."

Qīngjiāngshuǐjūn just died ahead, but Dúrúhuì wouldn't allow them to look at him even once.

The three high-ranking members of the aquatic tribe didn't make a sound, just standing there motionless.

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Song Qingyue naturally noticed this sorrowful scene, but he didn't say anything, only walked silently inside.

A cluster of crimson water lilies floated past him, flowing outwards.

Like saying goodbye to him.

Like announcing he was all grown up.

Song Qingyue walked into the huge cavern. The first thing that caught his eye was one hundred and eight empty blood-patterned stone coffins, he wondered what had once been sealed inside them.

While Zhuang Gaoxian was in the inner chamber on the left side.

He followed and went inside.

Then, seeing the old man’s body, separated and laid still on the ground. The water that later rushed in could not move him.

There are two forms of the water race. One is human-shaped, just like he is now. The other is water-shaped, just like his father now.

The water form is the strongest state of a water tribe member. The crisscrossed flesh between their brows is actually two bones hidden beneath the skin. It helps them sense and control water more precisely.

But living in the present world dominated by humans, they (merfolk) generally try to show themselves as human.

Song Qingyue noticed that Zhuang Gaoxian's gaze lingered on the two transverse bones of her father's water body for a moment, as if he paid particular attention to the parts that were different from humans.

It's unclear whether it was curiosity or resistance.

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Song Qingyue also noticed that Zhuang Gaoxian was observing her.

He loathed this kind of observation, like scrutinizing merchandise, but he also knew that such scrutiny would be unavoidable in the future.

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He slowly walked forward and gently placed his hand over Song Hengjiang's eyes.

"How did my father die, Your Majesty Can you tell" he asked.

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They all actually knew, deep down, about their blood relation. Zhuang Gaoxian's grandmother was his aunt.

But neither of them was willing to admit it.

Song Qingyue concealed her emotions very well, and Zhuang Gaoxian's expression didn't show anything at all.

He was actually observing Song Hengjiang's body, a peak-level aquatic corpse like this is not common.

He tried to find parts of himself related to aquatic life on this corpse.

He dislikes his aquatic bloodline, but he won't bury his head in the sand to avoid it.

His gaze naturally swept over every corner of this ancient demon's lair, his voice sounding somewhat solemnly, "I sensed the trace of the White Bone Demon God, and demonic energy..."

He didn't see Song Wanting.

“Do you know where this is” he asked Song Qingyue.

Song Qingyao shook her head honestly: "Before this, I never knew there was such a place at the bottom of the Qingjiang River."

“This is the ancient demon’s lair.” Zhuang Gao Xian said slowly, he found that Song Qingyue hadn't lied, so he simply skipped over it and said: “There was a short-lived ancient passage here, it seems to involve… the Wanjie Tomb of Desolation.”

"The one who killed your father could be the White Bone Demon, or it could be a true demon."

He made such an oral judgment, while thinking in his heart—

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True demons cannot randomly descend into the mortal realm.

Could it be that after secretly leaking information, Song Hengjiang bravely opened the ancient passageway to send Song Wanxi to the Myriad Realms Necropolis, truly becoming a true demon

To be watched by the White Bone Demon, and thus suffer misfortune in this process

"Or maybe there are other...other reasons."

Zhang Gaoxian murmured to himself.

It wasn't that he liked to talk nonsense, but even as a genuine person of this world, he was somewhat confused at the moment.

White Bone Demon God, Ten Thousand Realms Abandoned Tomb, True Devil, Water Monarch...

The lingering aura here is too chaotic and multi-layered. Even with the perspective of a contemporary immortal, it would be difficult to sort it out clearly for a while.

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