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The statue was shattered under the Divine Catastrophe and turned to dust.

Huang Xi, who had exhausted everything like an oil lamp run dry, integrated into the statue and could no longer bear the authority of the Divine Catastrophe. Just one blow and he had completely disappeared from the world. Only his voice was still reverberating.

Take Nine States as a whole and Huang Xi was really just a minor character, but it was he who blocked all the saints of the Nine States. His death made Huang Xi a memorable name in the Nine States.

At this time, everyone from the Barren State arrived. Sword Demon, Zhuge Qingfeng, You Chi, Xu Shang and the others stared at the disappearing shadow of Huang Xi, and they sighed in their hearts.

In the past on the Barren Sky Ranking, Huang Xi ranked fifth, Zhuge Qingfeng sixth, Douzhan seventh, You Chi eighth, and Xu Shang ninth. Now, all of those old timers had come together and cultivated in the Holy Zhi Palace. Douzhan had already stepped into Saint Plane and fulfilled his dream, and now Huang Xi had finally ushered in his own Divine Catastrophe, but he had gone with it instead.

They could feel that Huang Xi went very calmly, knowing that he was indeed a descendant of Renhuang and that his own descendant had received the inheritance of Renhuang and he had a chance to experience the Divine Path, it was true that he had no more regrets.

Furthermore, as a sage he had prevented the saints from coming forwards and even seriously injured Saint Ji, who ranked fifth on the Sage and Saint Ranking of the Nine States. It was also a notable record. From this day forward in Barren State the name of Huang Xi as the master of the Huang Clan would surely resound throughout the Barren State.

“Old man, be at peace.” they said in their hearts. Looking at the direction of Ye Futian and Huang Jiuge they felt gratified, but at the same time a touch of sadness.

These young people had finally caught up with them, and would replace them soon, and old guys such as themselves may end up like Huang Xi. If there was such a day one day, would they leave this world as calmly as Huang Xi?

The imperial mausoleum collapsed, the heavens and the earth returned its clarity, and a gentle breeze was blowing. Shadows came out of the sky, and it was the saints who marched toward Huang Jiuge.

The cultivator who came with the princess was the first to be at her side, and his eyes glanced at Ye Futian coldly. They didn’t know what had happened, but this guy had dared to confront the princess. Was it he who blocked the princess’s way to receive the inheritance?

As if he had not seen it, Huang Jiuge came to the place where Huang Xi had disappeared. There was no more trace of Huang Xi.

Ye Futian walked quietly next to him and said nothing, he felt the same pain in his heart. When the old man was at Crouching Dragon Mountain, the third senior brother Gu Dongliu was ascending the mountain and they had opposed the marriage between Bai Luli and Zhuge Mingyue. Huang Xi had advocated for them. And after the war outside the palace, how he had moved the clan into the palace. All of these he had remembered in his mind.

Now, that man whose name was known throughout the Barren State was now gone.

“Elder uncle, I am here. The Huang Clan is also here,” Ye Futian said silently in his heart. With Xia Qingyuan’s words, no one from the Upper and Lower Worlds could take away the inheritance that belonged to the Huang Clan or the Sovereign Family.

All the cultivators of Nine States wanted to move on it. However, Xia Qingyuan said nothing, so they dared not to make a move first.

The inheritance of Renhuang should have belonged to Xia Qingyuan. So, until the princess expressed her position, they were in no place to contest for it.

Saint Xia was also in the crowd. His eyes landed on princess Xia Qingyuan. When he saw that she was watching Ye Futian, he couldn’t help but secretly sweat for Ye Futian. This bastard did not really, as rumor had it, battle with the princess outside the mausoleum to compete for the inheritance?

To fight, one needed to be alive, just as one also needed to be alive in order to hold on to something.

“The dispute between the holy lands of Nine States will still follow the same rules set by my father.” Xia Qingyuan’s sight came back to her people and she said something to them. Suddenly, countless cultivators concentrated their sights as well. They had not known what had happened in the mausoleum.

Did this mean that the princess had abandoned the inheritance?

Moreover, what was her intention to remind everyone Emperor Xia’s rules? Was she concerned that there would be blood flowing like rivers in the Nine States?

Xia Qingyuan did not care about the thoughts of these people, and she did not need to care either. She looked at Li Yao and said, “Since the inheritance of Renhuang has already found an owner, it is time for you to go back.”

Li Yao smiled and said, “The princess is not very hospitable. I was thinking of traveling within the realm of Emperor Xia.”

He waved his hand toward his people and left, choosing not to get into the fray here.

The imperial mausoleum was discovered by them, but they did not get what they came for. They had lost.

Since they had lost, if they now wanted to seize the inheritance forcibly, Xia Qingyuan would probably not look upon it kindly.

After all, this was still the territory of Emperor Xia. No matter how strong he was, he would not be able to overrule Xia Qingyuan.

“Let’s go.” Xia Qingyuan said, and took her leave with her people. Many from the Upper Worlds left with her, and a number of cultivators from Lihen Heaven cast a cold glance at Ye Futian. The Little Princess was really generous. She did not even care to fight for it.

Soon, this space was left only with the cultivators from the Nine States.

Because the imperial mausoleum had collapsed, many cultivators from the Barren State in the distance had moved closer to this area. Looking at it, all cultivators of the Nine States had gathered here. The magnificent sight would likely not be repeated in this lifetime.

Although Xia Qingyuan had left, the atmosphere of this space was even more oppressed. Although no one spoke, everyone could feel the subtlety in the air.

The abandonment of Xia Qingyuan meant that the real chaos was yet to come. Holy lands of the Nine States could all now fight for it.

For Ye Futian to attempt to keep the inheritance, everyone at the Holy Zhi Palace might die without a burial place.

Which holy land could withstand the anger of all the holy lands of the Nine States?

Huang Xi had previously offended many people, and Huang Jiuge actually wanted to be able to keep the inheritance?

“Great Zhou Sacred King, you missed.” Saint Xihua looked at Zhou Zhiming. The Great Zhou Sacred King and Glass Saint were the first two people who entered the mausoleum, but in the end, the inheritance was obtained by Huang Jiuge. Saint Xihu was rather puzzled.

Great Zhou Sacred King revealed a strong murderous intent, his eyes sweeping toward Ye Futian.

As for what happened in the mausoleum, he did not say, and for what Ye Futian did to the Glass Saint, he was too ashamed to tell.

As for Ye Futian’s defeat of Xia Qingyuan, he would not divulge, because one, he was leery of Xia Qingyuan’s position, and second, he did not want the people of Nine States to know that Ye Futian was so outstanding. Because once they knew, inevitably some would want to start hedging their bets much like the Yue Clan.

Now that Huang Jiuge had received the inheritance, if Ye Futian wanted to keep it, then he was destined to be enemies with all of Nine States. No matter how strong he was, there was only death in his future.

With Ye Futian’s temperament, he would never surrender the inheritance.

So, this would be a dead end, and he wanted to see just how would Ye Futian resolve this.

“The princess’s words have already been made very clear. No matter how you fight, if the rules set by the Emperor Xia were not followed, don’t complain when I discipline you.” Saint Xia suddenly spoke and surprised everyone.

This leader of the Nine States had always been a gentle old man, who did not fight for much of anything. He himself already stood at the top of Nine States.

What was the meaning behind what he said?

But at least it indicated that Saint Xia himself had given up the competition for the inheritance, which was a good thing.

“Blessings and disasters often depend on each other, don’t fight for it.” Saint Li of the Nine State College said to those of the college. The disciples of the Nine State College all nodded and came next to Saint Li to observe the scene unfolding.

The inheritance of Renhuang, no matter who took possession of it, would be too hot to handle.

Since the two top most figures in Nine States had withdrawn, among the people present, Saint Ji was the strongest.

Saint Ji suffered serious injury previously to Huang Xi. He couldn’t take it out on Huang Xi now, so for sure Saint Ji would not let Huang Jiuge off the hook.

What was more, he had not avenged the death of Ji Mo with the people of Holy Zhi Palace.

At this time, Saint Ji stood in the void, his eyes looked around at the crowd, and pointed to Huang Jiuge, saying, “There is only one of him, how would you fight for it?”

Saint Ji spoke as if he did not regard Huang Jiuge as a person, but an item who deserved this because he had received the inheritance of Renhuang.

Everyone understood what Saint Ji was saying. Even someone as strong as Saint Ji dared not say that he would directly swallow Huang Jiuge. No principality here could afford to make enemies with the forces of the Nine States.

The instant when Xia Qingyuan gave it up, it was destined to be a complicated situation.

“What advice does Saint Ji have?” said the Clan Chief of the Yi Clan, not caring at all about his position, and of course caring even less how the people of the Holy Zhi Palace in Barren State would view him.

Right now, in this situation, how many from the Holy Zhi Palace could leave alive?

Even if Ye Futian surrendered Huang Jiuge, Saint Ji would not so easily let go of the power that killed Ji Mo.

With the tendency of the lord of the Hall of Holy Light to protect the bully, and with sworn enemies such as Xihua Sacred Mountain and the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty, how could the Holy Zhi Palace survive?

And should they fasten their hopes on the Yue Clan, who was also of the Summer State?

Under such circumstances, it was difficult to say if the Yue Clan had the courage to intervene.

Or, with the temptation of the inheritance of Renhuang, could the Yue Clan not be seduced themselves?

“Those holy lands that are interested to fight for it, send one man in. Whoever killed him may claim him, how is that?” Saint Ji pointed to Huang Jiuge and continued, using Huang Jiuge’s life as a bet. Whosoever killed Huang Jiuge may claim his dead body.

“He has the inheritance of Renhuang, Saint Ji would really be willing to kill him?” The Clan Chief of Yi Clan asked casually.

Many agreed that at the moment, they were somewhat reluctant to kill Huang Jiuge because they wanted him alive.

“Then how about him?” Saint Ji change the direction of his finger slowly and it landed in the direction of Ye Futian.

The one who killed Ye Futian would get Huang Jiuge.

Everyone from the holy lands were silent, considering whether it was any merit in what Saint Ji had just said?

First of all, this rule favored Saint Ji. Everyone knew Ji Ya, who ranked second on the Sage list, was present here. If all the cultivators of holy lands were to make a move at the same time, it would be easiest for Ji Ya to kill Ye Futian.

What was more, even if someone was really about to get rid of Ye Futian, would other holy lands really be willing to give up Huang Jiuge?

In this game, Ye Futian and his people were in the center of the vortex, but everyone also had a stake in it.

At this time, below in the crowd, Ye Futian looked up calmly at Saint Ji who was floating in the void.

Just exactly what did Saint Ji think he and Huang Jiuge would do? Merely be pawns of their bets?

He wanted to see, today, who could come and take the inheritance!