Inside the Shenluo Divine Hall, the auras of more than thirty Great Luo True Realm cultivators intertwined, pressing the space—separate from the Primordial Universe—until it warped slightly.
True Lord Tianhe, an elder in ornate robes at the Peak Dao Fusion Stage, rose slowly. His eyes, which seemed to hold revolving galaxies, swept over everyone present.
"Everyone, there's no time to lose."
"But to be safe, we must not make a spectacle of our approach. We cannot alert him and let him escape ahead of time."
"We should go quietly, set up a killing formation, seal off that entire star region, and cut off every route of retreat."
"Well said." Celestial Pivot True Lord nodded slowly in agreement. "Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit. We must not be careless."
"Good. That's what we'll do!"
"Fellow Daoist Nine Nether, we'll leave the sealing of space to you."
"Leave it to me," the black-robed man called Nine Nether answered hoarsely.
With their plan settled, the more than thirty Great Luo True Realm cultivators delayed no longer.
They did not tear open space and cause a massive disturbance.
Instead, each used a secret art. Their figures silently melted into the void, as though they had never been there.
Inside the Divine Hall in the Qianyuan Dao Realm.
Zhou Ming sat cross-legged, his aura steady and undisturbed.
Over the past hundred years, Liu Yuan and the others had lived up to his expectations, bringing him an immense amount of Fortune.
The new strategy had made collecting Fortune considerably slower than before.
But drop by drop, it had added up. The Rule Shackles within him had been washed away and undone by nearly half.
Though he had yet to return to the perfected Unity Realm, his strength had undergone an earth-shaking