Rakshasa God Trial! Although night had already fallen, the mountain road leading to the Pope's Palace was still brightly lit and heavily guarded, with a soul master guard posted every ten steps.
Walking along the silent road down the mountain, Dai Yao looked back at the still-majestic Pope's Palace behind him, and relief at having survived a disaster welled up in his heart. Only when the night wind blew did he realize his back was already soaked with cold sweat.
Tonight had truly been a narrow escape from death. Although there had been no real fighting, the clash of words had been no less dangerous than a life-or-death duel.
Good thing I made up that lie about Twin Martial Souls today. Otherwise, I'd be struggling at every step in Spirit Hall all over again. I once imagined that once I came to Spirit Hall, I'd be able to cultivate steadily and peacefully, but now...
Ah, Chaos Cyan Lotus, you gave me everything, but you also brought endless trouble.
Although he had some complaints about the Chaos Cyan Lotus, he also understood that nothing could exist with only advantages and no drawbacks. Since he possessed the Chaos Cyan Lotus, he would never be foolish enough to tell anyone.
His cautiousness all this time had saved his life.
He looked up at the sky shrouded in dark clouds, feeling somewhat lost. Bibi Dong's pressure on him was still fresh in his mind. Listening to the faint chirping of cicadas from the surrounding forest and the rustle of the night wind passing through the trees, he fell silent for a long while before sighing inwardly, Spirit Hall isn't home either.
Star Luo, Heaven Dou, Spirit Hall—he had traveled all the way here, growing all the while, and had stayed in many places, yet