Summit.
In that dark corner, the shadow drifted into view once more.
"He's nearby, isn't he?" The purple right eye swayed about for a while before finally stopping, then asked the shadow in a ghostly voice.
"He isn't." The shadow's voice was faintly cold.
"He isn't? I emphasized the price of lying in front of me, didn't I?" the purple right eye said sinisterly.
"Death, nothing more. What can you do to me? This Ancestral Realm is not your territory." The shadow gazed far into the distance.
"If you put it that way, he must be nearby." The purple right eye laughed.
The darkness remained silent.
"Why bother? As long as you choose to let go, you'll have everything." The purple right eye sneered.
"Let go?"
The shadow repeated those two words, then said, "You understand nothing. Heh heh."
"It's you who understands nothing. What you bear is the mission of the Otherworld, not the mission of the Upper Star Ruins or the Ancestral Realm. With your little awareness, guarding this inheritance is nothing but casting pearls before swine." The purple right eye grinned viciously.
"What a pity. Even if it goes to waste, you can't take it without my approval." The shadow said regretfully.
"You!"
The purple right eye became incomparably cold and sinister.
"Ye Lingfeng, just you wait."
"It appeared again?"
Seeing the Soulfiend react once more, Li Tianming immediately sent Miaomiao out. Carrying one man and two women, it raced madly toward the summit, maximizing their group speed.
The Soulfiend was still extremely agitated.
Yet amid that agitation, it was also somewhat uneasy.
"Many. Eight, Gods. Intercept. You." Silver Dust directly communicated with Miaomiao through their minds. As it spoke, it guided Miaomiao's route, trying to avoid some of the ambushers and shorten the time needed