And when Di Xianchen had nearly met her end, Zhou Feng, who had been caught in the fallout, still took the opportunity to save her. He must have had some new scheme in mind—perhaps he was about to enter a honeymoon period with Di Xianchen and join forces with her against Grandma and me. His treachery was plain to see.
Whenever those two met, they could always conspire in villainy. I would have to be more careful from now on. Otherwise, once they joined forces, their endless harassment would be a real nuisance. Besides, they both had followers of their own. The Heavenly Ghost Path still had a whole horde of fans in the ghost realm. If they summoned them across the boundary, how was I supposed to deal with them?
The Central Plains had instantly become an unchewable stone, leaving me with no way in. After recovering some immortal power, I felt the situation was too thorny to continue and could only stare blankly in the direction Di Xianchen had left.
"Fellow Daoist Xia, you must be worried that your opponent will return, right? Don't worry. The injuries he suffered are far worse than they appeared. To escape from beneath a divine artifact, even if he survived, he would still be suffering terribly. That was the power of a spirit immortal—not something the immortal power of this realm could inflict. Take me, for example. If the Supreme God had not temporarily revoked my divine position, I would have had to return to the God-Burying Coffin and endure that torment. After being struck by a divine artifact, they are probably busy saving themselves right now," Xin Shinian told me.
"Fellow Daoist Xin certainly knows a lot, but those two aren't ordinary people. One has won the favor of the Heavenly