Now, all they needed to do was continuously gather fortune and temper their mana, and they would swiftly return to the great perfection of the Quasi-Saint realm;
They might even break through after destruction and reconstruction, stepping into the threshold of Sub-Saint in one stroke.
If that truly happened, Kunpeng could forget about flying away intact—pluck his feathers, set the fire, roast him whole—nothing would be left out!
At the thought of this, Dijun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi could not help grinding their teeth, hatred surging within them.
But with the situation still unclear, they could only restrain themselves for the moment and forcibly suppress their rage.
After waving Ice Peng and the others away, the two brothers immediately resumed devising their expansion plans—this was now their foremost priority.
Blazing Sun Island could no longer contain their grand ambitions.
They had to expand outward! And expansion inevitably brought war.
Every troop deployment, every defensive arrangement at every pass, every allocation of resources had to be considered again and again, striving to exchange the smallest losses for the greatest gains.
This was the inescapable responsibility of commanders and sovereigns.
Deep within the Northern Darkness Abyss, Kunpeng sat upright in the Northern Darkness Palace, waiting quietly for Ice Peng's reply.
Yet after waiting and waiting, no news arrived.
Could it be... that something had happened to Ice Peng?
His heart sank slightly as he secretly speculated.
Then he thought of the Dao charm of the Solar True Fire, said to burn all things to ash, and his unease grew ever heavier.
Time passed second by second, and he even began considering going to Blazing Sun Island himself to investigate.
If it truly was the outcome he least wished to see... then he might not even be able to keep his life.
After