48: Your disciple...is too ashamed to face you.

In the arena, facing the old Soul that was about to self-destruct, the Shadow Guard Captain's mask showed no emotional fluctuations.

"Presumptuous!"

His voice was hoarse, yet it contained an iron-blooded will that could suppress everything. "In Tianshu City, in front of the Seeker Master Alliance Leader, it's not your place, you lonely ghost, to act wild!"

"Form the Dark Sky Prison Cage!"

With a single command, dozens of Shadow Guards moved instantly. Their movements were uniform and extremely fast, leaving trails of dark afterimages in the air.

They did not fight individually but completely surrounded Tang Sang and the burning Soul.

Vast shadow power surged from within each Shadow Guard, interweaving in the air to form a black net that covered the sky and obscured the sun. On the grid, countless runes, deeper than the darkest night, circulated, instantly sealing all space around Tang Sang!

Light, sound, and even the flow of Spiritual Qi were completely swallowed by the large net at this moment, forming an absolute, isolated prison!

Accompanied by an extremely resentful roar, the aged Soul phantom completely burned, transforming into the purest, most violent spatial energy, forming a continuously expanding silver orb of light, which seemed about to burst the Dark Sky Prison Cage from within!

However, the Shadow Guard Captain merely snorted coldly and formed a hand seal.

"Shrink!"

The black net made of shadow power suddenly contracted, and the runes on the grid burst forth with dazzling dark light, forcibly suppressing the silver orb of light that was about to explode, little by little!

Spatial tearing and suppression, two completely opposite forces, fiercely clashed and annihilated within the prison, emitting grating "sizzling" sounds. Every wisp of Qi that escaped was enough to easily kill a Nascent Soul Cultivator.

Inside the prison, Tang Sang's psychological defenses completely collapsed.

He watched helplessly as his last reliance, the Old Grandfather's final gamble bought by burning his Soul, was so effortlessly suppressed by the opponent. The despair of falling from the peak of hope into an bottomless abyss made him almost go mad.

"No... impossible... I am the Son of Destiny! How could I lose!"

He struggled frantically, only to find that his body had already been infiltrated by the shadow power, making him unable to even move a finger. He could only watch, like a puppet on strings, as his last hope was slowly extinguished.

At this moment, the two female disciple in the heaven character qian private box were also quietly watching this farce.

Luo Ximei leaned lazily on her fragrant cheek, commenting with interest, "Sixth Junior Sister's guards are indeed well-trained.

This Dark Sky Prison Cage, both offensive and defensive, forms its own realm."

Mu Qingxue's clear, cold eyes rapidly analyzed the operation trajectory of the grand Formation. She nodded slightly: "The Formation itself isn't top-tier, but its strength lies in the synchronized and telepathic cooperation of the Formation Revered Masters, allowing them to unleash its power to the fullest."

Su Lin listened to his two disciple' comments, only smiling faintly.

What they said was all correct, but they only saw the surface.

The most terrifying aspect of this Dark Sky Prison Cage was not its power, but the absolute order it represented—an unchallengeable order built upon endless wealth and intelligence.

"You... you..."

Inside the prison, the Old Grandfather's Soul fire, constantly eroded by the shadow power, was like a flickering candle in the wind. He used his last ounce of strength to let out an unwilling wail: "You rascal... you rascal have ruined me!"

Before he finished speaking, his translucent phantom could no longer hold on, turning into specks of light and being sucked back into the ring, falling into complete silence.

Without the support of the Soul source, the silver spatial orb of light also extinguished.

The Dark Sky Prison Cage silently dissipated, leaving only Tang Sang's body, drained of all strength, slumped on the ground like a dead dog.

The Shadow Guard Captain slowly walked forward, not even glancing at Tang Sang on the ground, but went directly to the heaven character qian private box.

He first bowed slightly to the two beautiful figures inside the private box, who even he found daunting: "Fifth Young Miss, Seventh Young Miss, I apologize for the disturbance."

Then, his gaze fell upon the man who had remained calm and composed throughout, his voice filled with genuine reverence: "Mr. Su, the Seeker Master Alliance Leader requests your presence."

At these words, the entire place once again fell into a deathly silence.

The Seeker Master Alliance Leader! Gu Qiuyue, the Seeker Master Alliance Leader!

That legendary existence was actually going to personally meet this man!

Su Lin slowly rose from his seat, straightened his robes, and nodded slightly towards the door.

"Lead the way."

Escorted by dozens of Shadow Guards, Su Lin and his party passed through the crowd that parted automatically due to fear. Under countless complex gazes of awe, jealousy, and scrutiny, they boarded a floating boat.

The floating boat silently ascended, transforming into a streak of light and flying towards the distance.

Tongtian Treasure Pavilion, ninety-ninth floor.

Gu Qiuyue stood quietly in front of the water mirror, her back to the direction of the door.

She had already changed out of the golden gown symbolizing wealth and power, and put on a simple, slightly faded light blue Disciple uniform.

Those were clothes Revered Master had personally refined for the seven of them a hundred years ago.

She tightly clutched the corner of her clothes. That powerful heart, capable of deciding the flow of hundreds of millions of Spirit Stones and stirring up the winds and clouds of the continent in an instant, was now uncooperatively pounding wildly, as if it would burst out of her chest.

Footsteps approached from afar.

She knew he had come.

Su Lin, led by a Shadow Guard, walked into this room, which symbolized the highest power center of the continent.

When he saw that familiar back, dressed in a light blue Disciple uniform, facing away from him, his steps paused slightly.

A hundred years of time seemed to be infinitely stretched and then instantly compressed at this moment.

"Qiuyue."

Su Lin called softly, his voice not loud, but carrying a gentleness that could penetrate a hundred years of time.

Upon hearing this voice, Gu Qiuyue's delicate body trembled violently. The psychological defense she had forcibly maintained collapsed in that instant.

She did not turn around.

She was afraid that if she turned, the uncooperative tears would burst forth.

She was afraid that if she turned, Revered Master would see her face, filled with inferiority and fear.

"Revered Master..."

She squeezed out these two words from deep in her throat, her voice hoarse and dry, carrying a hundred years of suppressed grievance and longing.

"This Disciple... is unfilial."

"This Disciple... is the most useless among the seven."

"Seventh Junior Sister is already a Void Refining mighty expert, and Fifth Senior Sister has even entered the Body Integration realm. They can both stand before you, shielding you from wind and rain."

"Only this Disciple... only this Disciple... is still merely a Nascent Soul, having achieved nothing in a hundred years, only knowing... only knowing how to meddle with these sordid material possessions."

"This Disciple... has disgraced the Sect, and deserves to die ten thousand times!"

"This Disciple... has no face to see you!"

As she spoke, with a "thud," she knelt down directly, her back to Su Lin.

This business empress, who controlled the economic lifeline of the continent and was feared by countless Sect magnates, was now like a child who had made a mistake and was afraid of being punished by her parents, humbled to the dust.