Setting aside for the moment the character of Mo Rubin and the rest of the Xuantian Sect, they were, after all, cultivators native to the Xuanhuang Realm.
At present, the primary contradiction in the Xuanhuang Realm was the sovereign struggle between native cultivators and those from external cultivation realms that had been swallowed up for various reasons ever since the Immortal Realm Great Tribulation.
The most critical key to resolving this conflict lay with two people: Chuanfa and the Heavenly Physician.
*As for Mo Rubin, he might even step in to lend a hand at a critical moment. And King Xuantian...*
Judging by the clues gathered so far, King Xuantian, Xuanyuan Hong, shared the same core purpose as Li Ping: both sought to save the Xuanhuang Realm from its perilous plight. If he truly was not dead, Li Ping would not mind handing the position of Xuanhuang Heavenly Venerable back to him.
This excursion alongside Mo Rubin had yielded an immense harvest for Li Ping. Beyond unexpectedly acquiring an immortal-grade formation—the Spirit-Gathering Ascension Array—more importantly, he had cut off the Alliance of Ten Thousand Immortals' covert maneuvers to siphon the mighty power of the Sea of Gloom.
Without the array-controlling dharma treasures, the Alliance of Ten Thousand Immortals would never be able to manipulate the Sea of Gloom again purely on the strength they displayed on the surface. Although their purpose in stealing the power of gloom remained unclear, disrupting this plan undoubtedly dismantled one of their hidden trump cards.
As for deepening his bond with the Heavenly Dao of Xuanhuang once more, that now felt like a dispensable gain to Li Ping.
Upon returning to the Sacred Dynasty of Great Qi, Li Ping went first to the treasury. He set Cat Treasure to work duplicating items using the true body of the Void Binding Ring, ensuring that every treasure was retained in triplicate.
Only then did the Sacred Emperor return to the Holy Emperor Throne, sitting upright in contemplation.
*Though I knew before that many Dharma Kings of the Xuantian Sect remain asleep across various corners of the Xuanhuang Realm, I lacked a precise, quantifiable understanding of their strength. Mo Rubin claimed he was the weakest among the twelve...*
*Even allowing for exaggeration, the strength of those Dharma Kings is indeed terrifying. After all, they possess the legacy of the Immortal Realm as their foundation.*
*The Xuantian Sect inherited the legacy of the Immortal Realm. The Ten Sects of the Immortal Dao were taught by Archmage Tiandu, and when they wiped out the Xuantian Sect, they surely plundered many treasures. And Chuanfa...*
*Even the Taishang Sect's supreme cultivation technique, the Supreme Primordial Classic, was forcibly borrowed by him, so a good portion of the Ten Sects' precious collections must have landed in his pockets. Not to mention that he controls the Heavenly Mystery Mirror—a divine weapon that even the Ten Sects could never locate. Chuanfa's might surpasses even that of the Xuantian Sect's Dharma Kings.*
A question naturally presented itself before the Sacred Emperor.
If he forced Chuanfa out, a battle between them would be inevitable.
Vast though the Xuanhuang Realm was, it could not withstand their unbridled clash. Moreover, far too many bizarre and perilous things lay hidden within the Xuanhuang Realm—such as that True Immortal's "will to survive" lurking deep within the Sea of Gloom.
If their struggle disturbed such entities...
Forget fighting over Xuanhuang legitimacy; whether the Xuanhuang Realm could survive at all would become questionable.
*The ground for the future decisive battle must be the void beyond Xuanhuang,* Li Ping thought to himself.
Li Ping believed that on this point, Chuanfa would share the same view. After spending several thousand years patching and mending, Chuanfa certainly wouldn't want to see the Xuanhuang Realm reduced to ashes either.
Li Ping bore little malice toward Chuanfa.
It was purely a clash of opposing stances.
*It seems I will still have to make a personal trip into the outer void to familiarize myself with the decisive battlefield,* Li Ping pondered.
Before that, however, Li Ping turned his attention toward the Spirit-Gathering Ascension Array.
This array shared subtle, profound similarities with the All Living Souls Refining Spirit Formation. Having been modified by King Xuantian, its gory, ferocious malice had been greatly diminished, so Li Ping found no reason to reject it.
Spirit-gathering and ascension could extract physical matter and transform it into transcendent immortal force.
The All Living Souls Refining Spirit Formation, meanwhile, could fuse consciousnesses together, condensing energy capable of withstanding a True Immortal.
If the two were combined...
*Perhaps that could resolve the chronic shortfall of origin power essence.*
*Although the array's effectiveness will be severely compromised by the lack of materials, condensing power on the same energy level as origin power essence shouldn't be difficult.*
The Sacred Emperor's capacity for action went without saying; the moment the thought arose, he began deducing it on the spot.
One array formula after another disassembled and merged in his mind.
A brand-new array was steadily taking shape.
Yet in truth, someone in the world had already beaten him to the punch, having already deduced the envisioned array.
Beneath the Sea of Gloom, under the constant threat of death and the destruction of one's cultivation, the connection between the Sacred Emperor avatar and Li Fan's true self had grown tight once more.
In particular, when Mo Rubin placed that demonic face upon the Sacred Emperor, the imagery sensed on Li Fan's side became clearer than ever before.
Consequently, Li Fan possessed an intimate, thorough grasp of their entire operation.
Within the space of the Dharma Formulation Jade, Li Fan looked at the deduction results reported by the simulated persona of the Terminal Dissociation Disc, a strange glint flashing in his eyes.
"The Spirit-Gathering Ascension Array is formidable, yes, but its energy extraction efficiency is too low. Refining an entire world down to nothingness yields only a meager increase in immortal force. Yet if it is merged into the All Living Souls Refining Spirit Formation..."
"It could truly be called making the fullest use of everything! Matter converted into energy, divine sense fused and sublimated. Brilliant!"
Li Fan's mind raced through rapid deductions: *If I had employed this formation before, sacrificing the living beings of those pocket worlds...*
*The time I could stall the Faceless True Immortal would have tripled!*
*Not only that, with this grand array in hand, there will no longer be any need to rely heavily on the You people.*
Regardless of his impressions of Mo Rubin, Li Fan took the man's admonishments very seriously.
Those words—"Mortal immortal force brings only harm and no benefit," and "Do not become a True Immortal unless absolutely forced to do so"—had been taken earnestly to heart.
As for the entanglement of grudges with Mo Rubin, that could wait for the next cycle.
"Hmph." Li Fan's eyes flickered as he suppressed the faint thoughts that had surfaced, turning his attention back to this newly born array.
The Dissociation Disc's simulated persona was still awaiting his naming of the grand formation.
"All things in the world, be they living beings or spiritual energy, arise from chaotic nothingness."
"Under this array, all things return to their primal origin..."
"The array shall be named: Wushi Lingxu—the Originless Void Array!"
As Li Fan's thought crystallized, a chaotic, yellowish radiance began to envelop the interior of the Terminal Dissociation Disc.
The name "Wushi Lingxu Array" naturally drew inspiration from the immortal-grade grand array he had caught a mere glimpse of: Xuan Yuan Shi Ling.
Though the names matched in grandeur, their practical performance could not be mentioned in the same breath.
Yet Li Fan felt confident that as he continued through cyclic rebirth and steadily reinforced this Wushi Lingxu Array, a day would come when its might would not pale beneath Xuan Yuan Shi Ling.
*It's just that this formation is far too extreme. I doubt the Sacred Emperor avatar will see eye to eye with me on it,* Li Fan mused secretly.
The Sacred Emperor's journey had yielded tremendous gains for Li Fan's true self as well.
Not to mention the vast amount of data fed into the Dissociation Disc by the immortal-grade array personally laid down by King Xuantian.
Both that True Immortal's "will to survive," which Mo Rubin and the Sacred Emperor had avoided like the plague, and the gloom power condensed over ten thousand years within the Sea of Gloom made Li Fan's eyes turn red with desire.
Compared to those who could live only a single lifetime, Li Fan would have ample time and sufficient room for trial and error in the future to claim all those hidden troves for his own.
Provided that...
He survived smoothly.
*Mo Rubin may be loathsome, but what he said makes a great deal of sense.*
Secluded in the space of the Dharma Formulation Jade in this life, he had all the time in the world to digest these gains.
...
Those capable of deciding the fate of the Xuanhuang Realm had, in just a few short days, experienced an earth-shattering series of events. Yet the ordinary living beings of the Xuanhuang Realm remained completely oblivious.
The same was true within the Alliance of Ten Thousand Immortals.
The secrecy level surrounding the Sea of Gloom was simply too high; only a handful of Chuanfa Practitioners knew of the affair. At that very moment, they were gathered together, deliberating over countermeasures.
Presently, the topic most discussed by Alliance cultivators was the rainbow light messages from beyond the realm.
More than three months had passed since the rainbow light, carrying dozens of Dao Integration cultivators from the Alliance of Ten Thousand Immortals, departed the Xuanhuang Realm.
Cultivators under heaven had originally assumed that this group of Dao Integration masters would vanish without a trace once they left.
To everyone's surprise, the Alliance had mastered a method of long-distance communication and would periodically release messages sent back by that realm-leaving rainbow light!
The Alliance had initially been unable to accomplish this.
It was all thanks to that sword-light message from the depths of the starry sea.
After deciphering it, the Alliance had successfully reproduced the transmission technology and applied it to the realm-leaving rainbow light.
As a result, members of the Alliance were fortunate enough to witness sights beyond the Xuanhuang Realm.
"What on earth is this? Why is it pitch black?"
"Is the Alliance trying to fool us? This looks no different from ordinary spatial rifts."
"Where's the promised Xuan Commercial Celestial Boat at the other end of the starry sea?"
"Good thing I didn't choose to go back then. Staring at this every day, wouldn't you bore yourself to death?"
"Without reaching Dao Integration, one wouldn't even qualify to board that realm-leaving rainbow light. Might I ask what brother's cultivation realm currently is?"
"I've cultivated for less than a century and have already entered the Golden Core Great Dao. Reaching Dao Integration will surely be a walk in the park!"
...
Regarding the footage released by the Alliance for unknown reasons, the vast majority of cultivators treated it as mere entertainment, offering idle commentary.
Yet certain individuals could discern faint clues from this fleeting glimpse.
Outside the Chizha Abyss, Palm-Severing Immortal City.
Shang Shaojun had replayed these outer void recordings dozens of times.
Beyond what the Alliance had made public, he had also obtained several top-secret versions through special channels.
Cold sweat broke out on his brow, and his body staggered as he withdrew from his contemplation.
"How does Young Lord feel?"
The speaker was Diyi Jinglun.
He gave a soft cough, appraising Shang Shaojun with an air of amused detachment.
"The outer void is treacherous beyond imagination. I flatter myself that my strength is quite formidable, but if I encountered such calamities, I fear even I could hardly escape death," Shang Shaojun said with lingering fear.
"No matter. I am the same," Diyi Jinglun said with a smile. "Which is why I find myself growing increasingly curious about that white-robed sword immortal you spoke of."
Diyi Jinglun's smile faded. "Not only was he able to traverse the void unscathed, but he even transmitted such crucial intelligence from the far end of the starry sea... For such an unmatched prodigy, how could I have never heard of him before?"
Shang Shaojun sighed as well. "It was only since that day that I realized just how many capable and extraordinary figures walk this world. Never again will I underestimate other heroes."
"No, no, no, you haven't grasped my meaning." Diyi Jinglun shook his head. "I mean that the emergence of such a figure is completely contrary to common sense."
Shang Shaojun stared blankly.
Diyi Jinglun rose to his feet, lightly fanning his feather fan, and said slowly, "In this era where techniques cannot be co-cultivated, not only are cultivation methods strictly controlled, but even the resources required for advancement are constantly monitored by us."
"Even if rogue cultivators possess heaven-defying fortune, the Nascent Soul realm is their absolute limit. To take another step forward, they would inevitably fall under the gaze of our Alliance beforehand. Yet this white-robed sword immortal of yours..."
"He truly popped out of nowhere, like he leapt from a split rock. No matter how we investigate, no such person exists on record."
Hearing Diyi Jinglun speak so grimly, Shang Shaojun felt somewhat dismissive. "How many hidden factions exist within the Xuanhuang Realm? How could the Alliance know them all?"
With another gentle flick of Diyi Jinglun's fan, light and shadow materialized before the two of them.
It was precisely the footage of Sacred Embryo Li Fan displaying his might outside the Chizha Abyss, shattering the demonic sound with his sword.
"Young Lord, what do you think of this sword technique?" Diyi Jinglun asked.
"Sublime and peerless, as seamless as nature itself," Shang Shaojun answered without hesitation.
"This sword is a sword of Xuanhuang." Diyi Jinglun mimicked the movements of Sacred Embryo Li Fan in the projection with his white jade fan, and remarkably, a ray of sword light actually flew from the tip of the fan.
"A sword of Xuanhuang..." Shang Shaojun pondered those four words carefully.
"In the Xuanhuang Realm, there are quite a few who cultivate the Sword Dao, among them no shortage of prodigies. Thus, they can naturally see through the inner workings of the swordsmanship displayed by this white-robed sword immortal."
With every sword strike unleashed by Sacred Embryo Li Fan in the projection, Diyi Jinglun waved his feather fan in accompaniment.
Matching miniature sword lights echoed the movements on screen.
"Brother Jinglun, what exactly do you mean?" Shang Shaojun asked, frowning.
"Young Lord, do you know of the Department of Heavenly Oversight?" Diyi Jinglun deflected, posing a question instead.
"Naturally. The Alliance constantly monitors the principles of Heaven and Earth through the Department of Heavenly Oversight. Aside from observing the spirits of Heaven and Earth, the most crucial duty is sensing traces of adverse principles in advance," Shang Shaojun replied promptly.
"Then what does that have to do with the sword of Xuanhuang you mentioned?"
"This sword is a wonder of Heaven. It points directly toward the principles of Heaven and Earth," Diyi Jinglun said in a deep voice.
At these words, comprehension seemed to strike Shang Shaojun, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.
"An anomaly in the Sword Dao was indeed observed previously by the Department of Heavenly Oversight. However, it lasted for an extremely brief time—restoring to normal in less than half a month. Since it did not involve Heavenly Venerable adverse-principle phenomena, the department merely filed a routine report and archived the record. I saw the record back then as well, but gave it no thought. Only when you mentioned this white-robed sword immortal did I connect the two," Diyi Jinglun explained slowly.
"Half a month?" Shang Shaojun found it hard to believe.
Having reached this point, if Shang Shaojun still failed to understand his counterpart's implication, he would not be worthy of guarding the Chizha Abyss.
The Sword Dao had not been thoroughly reversed, indicating that the previous anomaly was a phenomenon of Dao Integration.
And from its emergence to its end, it had lasted only half a month, which meant that the white-robed sword immortal he encountered...
Was not at all an expert who had resided at Dao Integration for ages, but rather a lucky soul who had only just stepped into that realm.
Yet how could that be possible?
A realm could perhaps be broken through in a sudden stroke of fortune, but insights into the Sword Dao and the relaxed, natural grace of swinging a sword required the accumulation of time.
Scenes of Sacred Embryo Li Fan journeying alongside him surfaced in Shang Shaojun's mind once more.
"Perhaps... this man is a genius of heavenly talent?" he suggested hesitantly.
Diyi Jinglun gave a noncommittal response. "Perhaps that possibility exists. But what I am more inclined to believe is that an outsider infiltrated our Xuanhuang Realm, broke through to the Dao Integration realm using a wonder of Heaven tied to the Sword Dao, and then lured us toward the depths of the starry sea..."
Shang Shaojun raised a hand to cut off Diyi Jinglun's line of thought.
"Brother Jinglun, isn't that being a bit too absurd?"
Diyi Jinglun smiled. "It is merely the most reasonable explanation after eliminating the many impossibilities."
"This person has zero roots, appearing abruptly out of thin air."
"Yet immediately upon achieving Dao Integration, he achieved total mastery... and in the Dao of the Sword, one of the most intricate among the principles of Heaven and Earth."
"If this person truly accomplished all of this entirely on his own, with zero foundation, I would proclaim him the greatest natural talent beneath Chuanfa in all of history."
"Furthermore, judging from your description of him, with just a few words he effortlessly won the hearts and minds of the entire garrison in Palm-Severing Immortal City..."
Diyi Jinglun gave another cold chuckle.
Shang Shaojun, meanwhile, began to think of far more.
*Traitors lurk within the Alliance. We must set things right.*
That was the plea the man had repeated again and again.
After being guided, Shang Shaojun had indeed developed such suspicions, even intending to band together with a group of close friends to uncover the truth.
Yet what if that man harbored malicious intent from the start?
If he ended up causing internal turmoil within the Alliance, allowing an external party to exploit the vulnerability, wouldn't he become a traitor to the Xuanhuang Realm?
At the thought, cold sweat broke out across Shang Shaojun's back.
Right on cue, Diyi Jinglun added, "When you approached me before, I was indeed somewhat swayed."
"Yet after some investigation, I discovered discrepancies."
"Young Lord, you are a pillar of the Alliance. In every word and deed, you must exercise prudence."
Shang Shaojun nodded slightly, falling into deep contemplation.
"Before the truth is made clear, make no reckless moves. If that person contacts you again, report it immediately. I will handle it."
Having given his instructions, Diyi Jinglun departed the white mist of the Chizha Abyss with fluttering elegance.
Only long afterward did Shang Shaojun come to his senses.
He had originally set out to win over Diyi Jinglun, yet had instead been effortlessly shaken by him.
Truly worthy of the name "Diyi"—the foremost.
"Just what kind of person are you?" Shang Shaojun gazed out toward the starry sky, as if the white-robed figure, resembling a celestial god descending from heaven, had materialized before his eyes once more.
Setting aside for now the Xuan Celestial Boat at the far end of the starry sea...
Consider the realm-leaving rainbow light currently journeying through the starry sea toward the vessel.
After transmitting the recorded images from the rainbow light back to the Alliance of Ten Thousand Immortals, Blue Feather fixed his gaze ahead in concentration.
Pitch-black darkness surrounded them on all sides, seemingly serene.
In his perception, however, deadly perils lurked everywhere; dangers lay on every hand.
"Brother Blue Feather, we've been out for so long. Have there been any gains?"
The voice of Jinri came from behind.
Toward this Dao Integration cultivator who loved meddling wherever excitement could be found, Blue Feather had never held a favorable impression.
At this moment, he merely replied flatly, "Modest gains, I suppose."
Jinri gave a sinister chuckle, transmitting his voice secretly: "Brother Blue Feather, now that we've reached this starry sea, none of us are bound by the power of the Heavenly Venerables anymore. Wouldn't you say breaking through should be easier?"
"I hear your cultivation technique is a direct inheritance from the Archmage of old, perhaps originating from the Immortal Realm. And looking at you, you seem to have grown quite a bit younger in this short span of time..."
"Jinri, you've crossed the line," Blue Feather cut in coldly, shutting Jinri down.
Not the least bit embarrassed, Jinri cupped his hands with a smile and walked away.
Blue Feather turned back, resuming his surveillance of the dark void ahead in the rainbow light's path.
Inwardly, he sighed deeply.
Aboard this flying vessel, internally christened Wangzun, the atmosphere had grown somewhat delicate.
The protective rainbow light had been mostly depleted during their escape from the Immortal Ruins, yet the vessel hurtled toward the far end of the starry sea without slowing down.
Yet in just a few short months, three Dao Integration cultivators aboard had dropped dead.
Had they perished in bizarre calamities of the outer starry sea, that would be one thing. The crux was that all three Dao Integration masters had died without rhyme or reason.
Everyone had examined them in person, yet no one could determine the true cause of their sudden deaths.
Those three corpses still lay quietly within the vessel, their complexions ruddy, looking as if they had merely fallen asleep.
Yet within, their entire souls had been hollowed out before anyone noticed.
*These are Dao Integration cultivators,* Blue Feather thought, his heart weighed down with gravity.
Among the three fallen, the one named Qingyan was a veteran Dao Integration cultivator just like him, whose strength was hardly inferior to his own.
Yet he had died just like that, out of the blue, with no explanation.
Blue Feather even found himself missing the deathly omens of the Xuanhuang Realm. At the very least, when someone fell there, the cause of death could be discerned.
*Still, I heard that before we departed, even those omens developed anomalies. Truly an era fraught with trouble.*
Having survived since the advent of the great tribulation, Blue Feather instinctively smelled something unusual in the air.
While his thoughts drifted, a shrill, piercing scream suddenly jolted him awake.
Blue Feather's expression shifted drastically. Sensing something amiss, he rushed immediately toward the source of the sound.
By the time he arrived, four Dao Integration cultivators had already encircled the spot.
The focus of everyone's terrified gazes was yet another corpse lying upon the floor.
Blue Feather's pupils constricted violently—because the one who had died this time was none other than Immortal Venerable Jinri, who had been cozying up to him just moments ago!
Staring at Jinri's ruddy face and the lifeless husk, Blue Feather felt a chill rise in his heart.
Before long, the survivors aboard the vessel had all gathered.
"Old Guan, it's better if you do it."
From among the crowd, Guan Xingxiu stepped forward with measured strides, his face grave.
After examining Immortal Venerable Jinri's corpse thoroughly, he delivered his verdict: "The exact same method of death."
A commotion erupted through the crowd.
"Just who the hell is it?!"
"Infuriating! This is simply too humiliating! Which of us isn't a renowned Dao Integration grand cultivator who once shook an entire region? Yet aboard this small vessel, we are being slaughtered like cattle without rhyme or reason!"
"Why don't we... just turn back? It isn't that I, Old Xu, fear death. If we reached that legendary Xuan Celestial Boat and died after hearing the Dao, so be it. But what is this? If word reaches back home, every shred of our face will be thrown away!"
...
"Quiet!" Guan Xingxiu barked, cutting short the clamor in irritation.
"From now on, we move together. No one is to separate."
"This is not a calamity of the void. Someone has attained enlightenment in the Dao and is committing murder."
Guan Xingxiu's words stirred a thousand ripples.
"What did you say?"
"Old Guan, have you lost your mind? Even though you're the head of the Garrison Court and specialize in this field, isn't this claim a bit too absurd?"
Guan Xingxiu raised a hand, pressing down their voices.
"For me to say this, I naturally have my reasons."
Behind Guan Xingxiu, a small golden sword shot into the air.
Circling once overhead, it darted straight toward Jinri's corpse lying on the ground.
A faint, shimmering black thread was severed from the corpse by the golden sword.
Guan Xingxiu pinched the thread between his fingers; remarkably, as if possessing a life of its own, the filament thrashed about wildly.
After inspecting it, Blue Feather spoke in disbelief: "Xingxiu, are you saying the killer relied on this single thread to slay those people with such ease?"
Guan Xingxiu held a measure of respect for Blue Feather, so he nodded and said, "As things stand, that is precisely the case."
"If any among you do not believe it, you may come test the power of this black thread yourselves."
"I'll do it!" Sun Luchang volunteered.
Before long, the test concluded with several gaping punctures stabbed into his body.
And that was with the black thread suppressed beneath the golden Falling Star Divine Sword.
"How is this possible? A mere thread possesses such power?" Sun Luchang looked dazed and despondent.
The other Dao Integration cultivators were equally dumbfounded.
Guan Xingxiu swept his gaze across the gathering and proclaimed loudly, "Everyone, I know that back in the Alliance, all of you held pivotal posts and enjoyed revered status. But do not forget—we now stand in the starry sea!"
"I trust everyone has felt it as well: the upper ceiling of universal laws in this starry sea lies far above that of the Xuanhuang Realm. With the fetters of the Heavenly Venerables gone, having been suppressed for so long, having a sudden epiphany and seeing one's realm advance by leaps and bounds... is by no means an impossibility!"
Sun Luchang protested reluctantly, "Even so, could the disparity truly be this vast? Being no match is one thing, but to be unable to make even a sound of struggle... If he truly possesses such might, why doesn't he just slaughter all of us outright?"
Sun Luchang's words drew murmurs of agreement.
Blue Feather spoke up at that moment: "Perhaps it is because this person's cultivation technique is rather peculiar. It is not an overwhelming disparity in raw power, but that the battle takes place within the sea of consciousness, generating no energy ripples whatsoever."
"As for this black thread, it serves merely as the medium to launch the attack."
Blue Feather held the deepest seniority among them; with him chiming in, the others gradually grew convinced.
"In that case, let us follow the trail and root this bastard out!"
At everyone's suggestion, Guan Xingxiu brought the black thread into contact with each of the surviving Dao Integration cultivators.
Yet no connection was found with any of them.
"The culprit is cautious and cunning; he certainly wouldn't leave behind such an obvious flaw. In my view, this looks more like an intentional red herring left to mislead us," remarked a Dao Integration cultivator named Zimu.
"Not necessarily. He surely never anticipated that Brother Guan would also advance so rapidly as to detect the traces he left behind," someone immediately countered.
"Brother Guan, how exactly did you attain your epiphany? In this boundless, dark starry sky, I haven't gained any inspiration at all!"
"Indeed, Old Guan, explain it to everyone. With this hidden killer eyeing us like a tiger stalking its prey, only if each of us attains enlightenment and adds to our strength can we avoid being picked off one by one!"
With everyone talking over one another, Guan Xingxiu had no choice but to recount the circumstances under which his sudden epiphany had occurred.
Chapter 1279