"Oh? Jian'er, what good plan do you have?"
The Devil Race Grand Commander knew Tian Xiaojian would not say this for no reason.
"A good plan?"
"If I had one, would I have fallen to this state?"
Tian Xiaojian said in self-mockery, "But I can't go on like this forever, or I'll die without a doubt. As things stand, the only choice is to risk my life in one desperate gamble."
"Risk your life in a desperate gamble?"
The Devil Race Grand Commander froze, a thoughtful look appearing on his face. "You mean..."
"That's right. Shattering the Void, and leaving this place."
Tian Xiaojian's icy voice reached his ears.
"No, Jian'er. That's too risky."
The Devil Race Grand Commander's expression changed drastically.
Shattering the Void was no trifling matter. Even Tribulation Transcendence-level Cultivators would not dare attempt it lightly. If it were merely shuttling between the small planes of the Spirit World, that would be one thing.
However, Tian Xiaojian's plan was to leave the Underworld, and that was far from simple.
The Spirit World and the Underworld Realm belonged to different higher planes. The planar force between them was nothing short of extraordinary.
How could one simply go just because one wished to?
Even Tribulation Transcendence-level Cultivators would have to exhaust every means at their disposal and prepare formations and treasures as assistance.
But Tian Xiaojian now had not made the slightest preparation, and his magical power was already like oil spent and lamp dry. To perform the art of Shattering the Void at a time like this—wasn't that an old birthday star hanging himself, courting death?
"Hmph. Of course I know the danger, but if I gamble, there's at least still a thread of hope. If I stay here, I'll die without a doubt. And the longer this