A Brief Respite

Half a month later.

Within the dead land of Fang Yuan's Immortal Aperture, two wills were tangled together, locked in a bitter, relentless struggle.

One will glittered like scattered starlight, flickering between brightness and dimness. The other was illusory and insubstantial, advancing and retreating unpredictably.

They were precisely Star Intent and False Will.

The battle between these two wills had already lasted half an incense stick's time. Star Intent was gradually losing to False Will and was already showing signs of defeat.

But with a thought from Fang Yuan, another mass of Star Intent descended from the heavens, joining the battle as fresh reinforcements and immediately turning the tide.

In the end, False Will suffered a crushing defeat, with only a few scattered remnants left.

"Fang, Fang Yuan, you... will not... die a good death..." False Will could not even gather into any form. Exhausting all her strength, she managed to utter the curse in broken fragments.

The curses of such a weakling were completely harmless.

Having won, Star Intent condensed into Fang Yuan's image. After glancing at Mo Yao's False Will, it gave a cold sneer, soared into the sky, and immediately left the dead land of the Immortal Aperture.

"I've made tremendous progress in battles of will. In a one-on-one fight, I still can't defeat Mo Yao and lose every time, but Mo Yao's False Will doesn't have it easy either. These past few times, she has only won Pyrrhic Victories."

As Fang Yuan evaluated himself inwardly, Star Intent entered his mind and presented the intelligence gained this time to him.

Fang Yuan had originally held no expectations, but this intelligence gave him a slight surprise.

"Spring Dream Fruit Tree?" Fang Yuan's heart stirred.

It turned out that when Mo Yao had traveled outside in the past, she