After Ma Xiaotao and her group watched Qian Daoliu leave, they immediately prepared to return to the Star Emperor Hotel, only to run into Xiao Hongchen, Meng Hongchen, Ma Rulong, and the rest of the Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineer Academy group at the entrance.
Both sides were somewhat confrontational for a moment; their thoughts at that moment were surprisingly consistent, as neither side held the other in any regard.
Huo Yuhao looked left and right, confirmed that no one was paying attention to him, and quietly slipped back to his room.
He hurriedly calmed his mind, looked into his sea of mental force, and observed the Ice Empress, who was still in a state of shock.
“Ice Empress, what happened to you just now?”
Skydream Iceworm also looked puzzled: “Bingbing, why have you been dazed this whole time?
Is there a problem?”
The Ice Empress came back to her senses and muttered to herself.
“Impossible.
He is clearly a figure from ten thousand years ago; why would he appear here…
Is it just that the name is the same?
No, his Spirit also seems similar to that Qian Daoliu.
Could there really be such a coincidence in the world?”
Listening to these words, Huo Yuhao felt like his brain couldn’t keep up.
“Ice Empress, what do you mean?”
Skydream Iceworm was also very curious.
The Ice Empress finally began to explain.
“I have lived in the Far North for over a hundred thousand years.
Although I don’t go out much, I am basically aware of the events that have occurred on the continent.
This Qian Daoliu, if I am not mistaken, should be a figure from ten thousand years ago, a top-tier powerhouse of Martial Soul Hall.”
Huo Yuhao was shocked: “A figure from ten thousand years ago?”
Skydream Iceworm gasped: “Bingbing, stop joking.
A figure from ten thousand years ago running over here?
Who could accomplish such a thing?”
The Ice Empress looked furious and glared at Skydream Iceworm: “How should I know?!”
Seeing that she was angry, Skydream Iceworm’s fat body trembled, and he didn’t dare to continue questioning her.
Huo Yuhao was confused at this moment and asked: “Ice Empress, if he really came from ten thousand years ago, then exactly how strong is he?”
The Ice Empress thought for a moment and said: “I didn’t know much about him back then, but he was at least Rank 98.
Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to become the ruler of Martial Soul Hall, and it would have been even more impossible for him to prevail against that Elder Xuan from your academy earlier.”
Huo Yuhao’s mouth twitched upon hearing this, recalling the disheveled appearance of Elder Xuan at that time.
He hurriedly changed the subject: “Right, what is Martial Soul Hall?”
The Ice Empress replied: “Martial Soul Hall was the strongest force on the continent ten thousand years ago, and it even produced two gods.”
Huo Yuhao’s eyes lit up upon hearing this: “Equivalent to the current Shrek Academy?”
The Ice Empress nodded: “More or less.”
A sense of reverence arose in Huo Yuhao’s heart: “In that case, for Senior to be able to become the leader of the strongest force, he is indeed quite formidable.”
At this time, Skydream Iceworm couldn’t help but speak up: “After all that talk, we still haven’t figured out why he is here.”
The Ice Empress was furious and rushed over to beat up Skydream Iceworm.
Skydream Iceworm wailed and shouted: “Bingbing, spare me!
I won’t do it again!
Bingbing, spare me!”
“Don’t call me Bingbing, you’re courting death!”
Huo Yuhao watched this scene, feeling quite helpless.
He then looked at the black mist floating not far away and sighed.
He didn’t know when Elder Yi would be able to wake up.
Perhaps only a demigod like him could explain such a bizarre event.
…
Qian Daoliu and his group arrived in front of the Imperial Palace.
The Imperial Palace was even more magnificent than the White Tiger Dukes Mansion, with red walls and yellow tiles, gleaming with gold and jade.
Two rows of soldiers stood at the entrance, each wearing golden armor and holding spears, with extraordinary Aura and quite impressive cultivation.
Dai Hao said to the leading soldier: “Duke of White Tiger, Dai Hao, requests an audience with Your Majesty.”
The soldier hurriedly saluted: “Please wait a moment, Duke, I will go and report this immediately.”
After saying this, he turned and ran into the Imperial Palace.
Soon, he ran back and respectfully said: “Duke, Your Majesty invites you in.”
Dai Hao nodded and led Qian Daoliu into the Imperial Palace.
Inside the Imperial Palace, the roads paved with white jade were lined with various exotic flowers and grasses, with pavilions and towers arranged in an orderly manner, and rockeries and flowing water complementing each other, fully displaying the royal style.
Dai Hao introduced it as they walked.
“The Star Luo Imperial Palace was damaged during a great war two thousand years ago.
After undergoing multiple expansions, it achieved its current scale.
The Library is located on the east side of the palace and has three floors, collecting various classic books from ancient times to the modern day.”
Qian Daoliu nodded slightly and followed Dai Hao through several palace gates.
The palace maids and eunuchs they encountered along the way all respectfully saluted Dai Hao, while also being very puzzled, not knowing what the identity of the person walking with the Duke of White Tiger was.
Soon, the two arrived in front of a side hall.
Dai Hao stopped and turned to say to Qian Daoliu: “Brother Qian, Your Majesty is waiting in the side hall.
I will go in and report first; please wait a moment.”
Qian Daoliu nodded.
Dai Hao pushed open the hall door and walked in.
Qian Daoliu stood outside the door, observing the surrounding environment.
The side hall was not large, but it was laid out very exquisitely.
Two pine trees were planted at the entrance, trimmed very neatly.
A row of flower pots was placed along the wall, planted with flowers of various colors.
After waiting for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Dai Hao came out.
“Brother Qian, Your Majesty invites you in.”
Qian Daoliu stepped into the side hall.
The hall was bright and simply furnished.
In the center was a desk, and behind the desk sat a middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man looked to be in his forties, wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, with a crown on his head and a majestic expression.
He was none other than the current Emperor of the Star Luo Empire, Emperor Xu Jiawei.
He was also a Titled Douluo.
“Hmm?” Emperor Xu Jiawei carefully observed Qian Daoliu, unleashing his mental force in an attempt to probe Qian Daoliu’s true Rank, but he ultimately failed, feeling a jolt of shock.
It seems this person might be even stronger than what Dai Hao described just now.
But it is also possible that he has cultivated some secret technique to hide his Rank.
Emperor Xu Jiawei was not sure which situation it was, but it was not appropriate to directly ask about such private matters, so he suppressed the doubts in his heart and revealed a smile on his Face.
“You want to go to the Imperial Palace’s Library?”
Qian Daoliu grunted: “That is correct.
This old man needs to consult some classic books.”
As he spoke, he intentionally or unintentionally glanced towards a certain corner.
Emperor Xu Jiawei pondered for a moment: “I do not know what information Brother Qian is looking for, or if you want to understand some unknown secrets; perhaps I can help.”
Qian Daoliu slowly shook his head: “The information this old man is looking for can only be found in the classic books.”
Emperor Xu Jiawei glanced at Dai Hao.
Dai Hao nodded slightly.
Seeing this, Emperor Xu Jiawei deliberately put on an expression of difficulty, and only agreed after a long while: “Since Dai Hao has spoken, I naturally must give him this Face.
You may enter and leave the Library as you please, but the classic books inside cannot be taken out of the Imperial Palace.”
Qian Daoliu cupped his hands: “Many thanks.”
Emperor Xu Jiawei waved his hand casually: “Brother Qian has come from afar, there is no need to be polite.
I will have Dai Hao take you to the Library in a while.
I will have someone arrange accommodation for you first; after all, there are too many classic books, and I estimate that Brother Qian won’t be able to finish reading them in a short while.”
“That is acceptable.” Qian Daoliu changed the subject: “But before that, this old man would like to ask, have you never thought about dealing with those Evil Soul Masters hiding in Star Luo City?”