Jiang Ding hid in the Nether Void beyond the Flower Vine Minor Realm, watching the situation unfold through the many Blood Puppets he had arranged, allowing the Nether Gale Force outside the world to wear away at his mana.
I could probably last a hundred and twenty years. If I carried a large quantity of spirit stones, at most three hundred years.
I still don't possess the ability to survive in the realm beyond worlds.
Jiang Ding sighed faintly.
Remaining outside a Minor World for too long meant walking toward death for him. He was still far too fragile.
Buzz!
The Blood River King's Storage Magic Treasure was one of his own ribs. It now began to tremble on its own, spiritual light flickering, before an ancient, timeworn dark-green Bamboo Slip flew out without receiving any permission from its owner.
Jiang Ding's gaze flickered, but he was not surprised.
The Blood Light Shield around him expanded by a circle, drawing the ancient Bamboo Slip into concealment.
The Bamboo Slip unfolded a screen of light, displaying the layout of an imperial palace. Judging by its surroundings, it seemed to be a palace called Abyssal Palace within the Black Water Minor Realm, beyond the Flower Cloud Minor Realm.
"Hahaha!"
"Blood River King, you did well!"
Seated upon his throne, Flame Liu Imperial Son laughed wildly, exhilarated beyond measure. "I have long found the Magic Vine Three Families displeasing. They are this clan's sworn enemies, and I have always wanted to find an opportunity to wipe them out. But they were far too cautious, and Father did not approve, so I never succeeded."
"This time, they actually dared to defect to the enemy first!"
"They are simply courting death!"
Flame Liu Imperial Son said through gritted teeth.
He had always harbored resentment toward