In the boundless Dark Void, a straight beam of light appeared, then vanished at tremendous speed...
The mighty ones still remaining in the Primordial World witnessed the war in the Demon Realm. Seeing the white dragon's group clash with three false saints who called themselves saints, they secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The quasi-saints had entered the fray. No matter who won or lost after this battle, this Primordial Great Tribulation ought to end, right?
Even as she fought, Bai Yujun constantly modified the paper umbrella. An artifact needed to be reviewed and reforged after repeated use—for instance, its properties could be adjusted. She gathered all the energy leaking from the mighty ones within its space. Though it could not absorb everything, it could serve as a source of propulsion, releasing the energy again to return to the Primordial World.
The two corpse mountains' battle against Gan Wu, the monkey, and Little Phoenix looked even more spectacular than Bai Yujun's, filled with earth-shattering ferocity and shock.
Whether iron staffs, flames, sword light, Corpse Qi, or demonic qi, once they slipped free of control, they turned into thin, ink-colored vapor and drifted toward the paper umbrella.
As the paper umbrella raced toward chaos, it continuously leaked energy.
Bai Yujun carefully protected the paper umbrella. As fine as the treasure was, it was difficult for it to withstand so many mighty ones causing havoc. She had to constantly empower and control it, so it did not actually hold much of an advantage. Until she understood the origins of the three false saints and Gaze into the Future, variables still remained.
A battle of techniques could not be rushed. It might last three to five years at the shortest, or several centuries at the longest—there was no fixed measure. Fortunately, the Demon