Time flowed on.
In just a few short months, undercurrents surged through the Demon Abyss, and many changes had taken place.
Unfortunately, aside from a few Yin Spirits of the Extinct Moon Abyss, no one knew of these hidden changes.
At this moment, Qi Yuan narrowed his eyes as he looked at Mu Lan, who had come to lodge a complaint, amusement in his gaze. "The stars in the sky are still there, yet you say Demon Eye Celestial Venerable and Celestial Venerable Mo Tang have encountered problems. Isn't that a little ridiculous?"
This Mu Lan was still indomitable despite repeated setbacks. He had already gone to many regions to report Demon Eye.
Unfortunately, what he did not understand was that the Yang Spirit Heavenly Venerates of those he had reported were all Qi Yuan's aliases now.
Within the Demon Abyss, Qi Yuan diligently fished away in earnest, though it was rather boring.
Every now and then, he found some amusement.
This Mu Lan was his amusement.
He was quite curious when Mu Lan would finally report someone to Moro Heng Celestial Venerable.
Mu Lan lowered his head, his expression exceptionally grim. "Heavenly Venerate, better believe it exists than believe it does not. The Yin Spirits of the Extinct Moon Abyss have suffered grievous casualties. We cannot fail to guard against it!"
What this Heavenly Venerate said made a great deal of sense.
If a Yang Spirit encountered trouble and perished—
The star reflecting it across the heavens would be the first to fall.
Yet Demon Eye Celestial Venerable's star was still perfectly fine.
The stars of the several Yang Spirits he suspected still hung high in the Azure Sky.
"How could you, a mere Yin Spirit, understand a Heavenly Venerate's schemes?" Qi Yuan said blandly, looking unfathomably profound. "Enough.