The Order of Time

Hearing that the Chong and Li Clans had descended, even Zhu Fengdan was stunned.

Then, after thinking with what remained of his head, he asked, "What rank?"

"Seventh rank," Li Qi answered honestly.

"Seventh rank... Tch, that's a bit awkward." Zhu Fengdan clicked his tongue. His remaining eye narrowed, and his face darkened with displeasure.

That was only natural, because seventh rank truly was an awkward position.

If they were eighth or ninth rank, one could say they had merely been passing through and were conveniently assigned to this battlefield as ordinary low-level cannon fodder.

If they were around fifth or fourth rank, then one could almost certainly conclude that they had indeed come for Li Qi and Zhu Fengdan's origins.

But seventh rank happened to be caught right in the middle. It was genuinely difficult to judge.

Still, Zhu Fengdan was not the sort to brood anxiously like Li Qi. After thinking for a few seconds, he curled what remained of his mouth and said, "They're only seventh rank. Don't act like birds startled by a bowstring—shaking at the twang before the arrow has even reached you. Do whatever you need to do. I'll think about this. Oh, right, with your Inner Gods in this state, have you considered abandoning your inner world?"

"Abandon my inner world?" Li Qi looked puzzled. "Much of my cultivation lies within it. If I relied solely on my spirit and soul, I wouldn't even be able to fully derive my divine abilities, spells, or even my Dao Path. How could that work?"

"I'm not saying abandon it forever. I mean abandon it now. This body of yours is completely dragging down your Primordial Spirit. Just discard it and die. Turn into a Yin Ghost. Your combat strength would fall by seventy or eighty