Deep within the Abyss Prince's residence lay an independent space.
This place was sealed beneath over a hundred layers of top-tier Dao formations. Not only could they withstand attacks from peak experts, they could also isolate all traces of aura—far more tightly sealed than the restrictions of the Star Realm.
Inside the secret chamber, the atmosphere was dim, with only faint starlight falling across several faces.
An old man sat upright as a bell, leaning against his seat with both hands resting on the armrests, his eyes closed in quiet repose.
Before him stood a poised and extraordinary young man and woman.
As the starlight shifted across their faces, the three were revealed to be none other than the Abyss Prince, Ji Xuanjing, and Ji Yinyan!
"Li Tianming is merely some outsider from the Outer Territory, yet he dared slap the faces of so many Inner Territory factions in the Myriad Sects Imperial War. He's completely narrowed his own road." Ji Xuanjing sneered.
Ji Yinyan was also rather gleeful at his misfortune. "Did he really think that becoming an assessment candidate for the Martial Immortal Group meant he could sleep with his head on a high pillow? So long as he hasn't cast off the identity of an Outer Territory native, he'll forever be someone others can knead and squeeze at will..."
"Once Uncle Ba makes his move this time, there'll be no room for error. Any third-stage Great Ruins Realm expert who drags that little bastard into the Star Realm will make sure he dies beyond all doubt." Ji Xuanjing's gaze was incomparably cold.
Even now, his cosmic god body was still being nursed back to health. The injuries from having his source burst four times were not so easily recovered from.
Thus, Ji Xuanjing's hatred for Li Tianming