But Chen Sanshi still had an unavoidable problem.
He could not shake off the Luoxiao Sect's watchful eyes.
No matter where he went, Sword Venerable Fang Fuyao would follow under the pretext of protecting him. Just like the last time they met with the Slay Immortal Sect, anything he did would quickly be exposed.
As he was fretting over this, he suddenly noticed...
A pitch-black fissure abruptly split open above the valley, like a silent gaping maw, freezing the four figures in midair. The voice was low as thunder, carrying indescribable pressure and mockery. It came from the black shadow that had escaped earlier, yet it was far more solid than before, as though some higher existence had descended.
"You... were merely clearing away obstacles for us." The voice continued, and the space around the valley trembled, as if the entire illusion realm were answering its presence.
"What do you mean?" Su Yao frowned tightly, holding the Jade Flute across her chest as she warily scanned the surroundings.
"What is he talking about?" Lin Qingfeng asked in a low voice. The spear in his hand trembled slightly, as though it had sensed some abnormal ripple.
Mo Yan's expression changed slightly. The Seal of Reincarnation slowly emerged in his palm, and a trace of gravity flashed through his eyes. "He... is not alone."
Before his words had faded, the void around the valley suddenly split apart. One black shadow after another slowly emerged, several times more numerous than before, each one radiating suffocating pressure. Their forms were indistinct, as though formed from pure shadow. Only those scarlet eyes flickered with cold light in the darkness.
"They... are Will Fragments from the Outer Realm," Mo Yan said heavily, his voice carrying a rare solemnity. "What we defeated just now was merely a