Each with Their Own Hidden Hand

Ba Snake Mountain Temple.

Li Qingyun watched Tushan Wenshan direct the caravan as it kicked up clouds of dust and gradually left the territory of Ba Snake Mountain. He could not help falling into thought.

He silently performed a divination and calculation, and a cold smile curled from the corner of his mouth.

"By the side of one's bed, there is ultimately no room for petty men..."

This journey could not afford any mishap. He needed the Earth Dragon Fruit as a catalyst to attain the Fourth Fruit Position, so with a thought, he acted.

Three Pure Ones Temple, Time Ruin Mother River, rear hall.

Soul-Qingyun, dressed in purple robes with an icy expression, sat quietly in meditation, silently refining the deathly world within the soul corpse—a world as vast and empty as a virtual-heaven universe.

Before Li Qingyun could completely attain Jade Pure Primordial Lord, this soul corpse from ages past was his greatest support. Naturally, its cultivation could not be neglected.

Without vast amounts of "backlash" to aid him, the speed of refinement was obvious—better than nothing, at most.

At that moment, the face of the "Shangqing Spiritual Treasure Tongtian Sect Master" shifted slightly, and he calmly issued a decree.

"Si, you must still make a trip to Langtian Continent. Do this and that..."

A moment later, Daoist Si quietly left the temple and vanished into the boundless black waters of the Mother River.

For dirty work, among the twelve disciples of the Three Pure Ones Temple on the Mother River, only Si, at the second stage of the Ancestral Return Realm, was both stronger and more convenient.

A body of desolate veins walking through Wei Zu Great Thousand would not attract all manner of attention and scrutiny.

As for wandering Dao Lords like Sifeng, Deng Jing, and