Shi Pojun forcibly suppressed the fear and urgency in his heart. While dividing his attention to erase the imprints, he raised his head to examine his surroundings and identify his direction.
He was currently on the shadow side of the Ancient Heavenly Court Ruins, where cultivators' divine sense was heavily suppressed and disrupted. Ordinary Great Cang Realm cultivators could investigate only an extremely limited range here, and even what they sensed was blurred and indistinct.
Fortunately, this is the shadow side. Divine sense is severely suppressed, so that brat will have a hard time tracking me. Shi Pojun felt somewhat reassured. This might be his one sliver of hope for survival.
The most urgent matter is heading toward the Heavenly Gate, leaving this damned ruin, then crossing the Kun Abyss and returning to the sect's territory. Once I am back at the sect, with the sect rules and the elders there, even if I am punished, he will not dare act again.
Shi Pojun had even prepared his excuses, planning how to lessen his guilt. Combined with the connections he had built in the sect over the years, he could reduce the punishment to an acceptable degree.
Yet the instant this thought arose, Shi Pojun sensed that the spot where the first imprint he had painstakingly erased had vanished still seemed to retain an exceedingly faint fluctuation.
The other eight imprints remained lodged firmly within him like bone-attached sores, and the pace at which he could erase them was slow enough to drive one to despair.
No. At this rate, before I erase even half the imprints, I fear...
Shi Pojun abruptly turned his head and looked toward the gray, shrouded forest behind him. It was as though a cold gaze brimming with killing intent had already pierced through layer