Chen Shi felt quite touched by these enthusiastic rogues. That night, the boy retrieved Grandpa's spirit tablet from the wooden cart, lit three sticks of incense, and thought silently in his heart, Grandpa, I've found a rogue organization. The people here treat me very well, and they speak kindly. Though occasionally someone is unkind to me, after the others beat him up, he treats me very well. Grandpa, are you doing alright down below? You don't need to worry about me.
He inserted the incense into the small incense burner in front of the spirit tablet, took out his bedding, and laid it out, intending to sleep in the open like this.
Black Dog slept to one side.
Li Tianqing had gone off somewhere. Black Dog had made his meal, but he hadn't returned to eat it.
Chen Shi lay down, gazing at the sky.
Even at night, Mount Wuling was as bright as day. Colossal primordial spirits sat in solemn command across the air, with only the distant heavens plunging into dimness.
Many rogues did not rest, spending the entire night exchanging their insights and gains from the past decade.
Above Mount Wuling, void realms of all sizes were situated like layers of the firmament, startlingly eye-catching.
Within those void realms were suns, moons, and stars, emitting bright light and forming realms of their own.
Only the Void Returning stage could forge void realms—a realm that seemed utterly out of reach to Chen Shi.
The gap was simply too vast.
Such existences were scarce even among the rogues, and their status was extraordinarily lofty.
Even as a rogue, if one could receive guidance from such an existence, one would be ecstatic, considering it a stroke of fortune cultivated by one's ancestors.
Every rogue invited into a void realm was