"Where am I supposed to find the bloodline of the Yin-Yang Realm's survivors? Will I have to enter the Lesser Yin Realm again?"
Only Holy Ancestors dared enter the Lesser Yin Realm. Li Tianming's flesh-and-blood body was formidable, but his Zhou Tian Starsea power was still somewhat lacking. Moreover, Silver Dust could not enter the Lesser Yin Realm, making it extremely risky for him.
"I'll look around the Greater Yin Realm first."
Li Tianming still preferred to play it safe.
He searched for around ten days.
Then Silver Dust suddenly brought him some news.
"Qitian. Mucheng. Entered. Greater. Yin Realm."
Qitian Mucheng?
"After I gave him a beating last time, he must have spent more than ten years recuperating, right? I thought he wouldn't dare come in again." Li Tianming sneered.
"Probably because that Valley Master searched nearby for a week after entering, failed to find anyone, and decided there was no danger, so he let him come in." Xianxian said disdainfully.
"No danger? Little Li, he's looking down on you!" Yinghuo fanned the flames.
"Looking down on my boss? Screw him! Brother Meow, there's work—stop sleeping!" Lanhuang immediately seemed to have been injected with chicken blood. It became restless, howling within the Companion Space. Anyone who did not know better would have thought it was a wild wolf.
"How many people are protecting him?" Li Tianming asked.
Of course, he did not believe Qitian Mucheng would dare act alone again.
Last time, he had sent away his protectors just to make it easier to chase women, and it had nearly cost him his life.
"Same. Group. As last time," Silver Dust said.
"One ninth-level Ruin Realm Holy Ancestor, Tian Nu, plus three peak Venerables at the eighth-level Ruin Realm. They're all from the Qitian Clan, around two thousand years