Switching Strategies, Handing Over Essence Blood

After ascending... set a trap?

Though Wei Tu approved of Golden Silkworm Snow Lady's idea, he also felt that she was being rather too optimistic.

The "spatial rift" used to smuggle oneself into another realm was not the same as a "spatial tunnel" within the same plane. There was no guarantee that the other end after ascension would lead to the same place.

There were simply too many factors involved.

He was not even confident that he and Golden Silkworm Snow Lady would arrive at the same location after their "smuggled ascension," much less lie in wait at the other end and catch this True Spirit descendant like a hare waiting by a tree stump.

Although the two had exchanged quite a bit of information, only an instant had passed outside. Thus, in the eyes of the "True Spirit descendant" trailing behind them, this scene seemed ordinary and drew no undue attention.

One ahead and one behind, both sides advanced deeper into the "valley" within God-Mourning Ridge.

At first, Wei Tu had harbored malicious intentions, wanting to use God-Mourning Ridge's natural dangers to trap this "True Spirit descendant." But after seeing her effortlessly evade an incoming spatial rift within the span of a breath, he inwardly remarked, As expected of a True Spirit descendant, and gradually abandoned the thought.

His foundation was formidable, and it was true that he reigned supreme among cultivators of the same realm. But that was only among human cultivators of equal cultivation. In the Spirit Realm... someone like him, a "One-Foot Heavenly Infant," could only be considered first-rate among the myriad races. He still could not compare to those prodigies ranked at the forefront among the three great overlord races and the ten spirit races.

And a "True Spirit descendant" was undoubtedly someone whose talent