Speculation

Tu Shan Jun left.

With the devilhead.

Venerable Chuiyun stood where he was for a long while without coming back to his senses. He stared into the distance in silence, seemingly lost in thought.

Only after the spirit vessel vanished did Taihua, sword on his back and standing upon the clouds, remain behind.

Faint divine consciousness swept across him from time to time, as if the slightest unusual movement would bring down a thunderous blow.

The two of them stood there for a full two months.

Not a single word was exchanged throughout.

As a roar rang through the heavens, the colossal spirit vessel unique to the Ancient Immortal Tower tore through spatial ripples and sank into the domain barrier. Venerable Chuiyun suddenly burst into laughter, laughing so hard he could not straighten his back. He raised a hand and pointed at Taihua, who stood not far away with his sword on his back, his expression tranquil. "You... you, hahahaha..."

"Do you know what you missed?"

"Is that so?" Taihua answered coldly, then turned to look at the sky, where ripples had already faded and calm had returned.

The Ancient Immortal Tower possessed safe routes through domain-barrier space. Unlike the Danqi Alliance, these were waterways carved out long ago and long since stabilized; no accidents would occur.

Under his watch, as long as they left Starry Net Sea, even if their identities were exposed, finding them would be like fishing for a needle in the sea.

Taihua turned to return to his sect.

"Don't you want to hear it?"

"Hear what?"

"Hear what you missed." Regret flashed in Chuiyun's eyes along with something strange. He did not believe Taihua could truly be so magnanimous and indifferent. Moreover, judging from the artifact spirit's reaction, it seemed the decision had already been