Master and Uncle Nangong were familiar with the Ten Directions Sea, so they would find a way to handle the retreat. Aside from the Corpse Refinement Department run by the Liao brothers, the rest of the institute, including Han Shanshan and Long Eleven, had moved to the Daoist sect in the mortal realm. Since Daimei and Qi Nuannuan were administrative staff, they stayed in Tianyi City.
The leakage of immortal energy from the sinkhole had been entirely caused by Black Pupil prematurely activating the second stage of yin-energy extraction. Without enough power to suppress the situation, something that had originally favored me had become a calamity. The struggle for dominance, which was destined to be impossible to erase, would inevitably draw the covetous eyes of more immortal sects. We could only wait until one day, after I became an Earth Immortal, to find a solution.
It was impossible to tell whether Black Pupil was righteous or evil, and its existence was even more bizarre and incomprehensible. Fortunately, its power had been released all at once. The resulting explosion had directly blasted out two sinkholes; otherwise, I truly would not have known how to deal with it. Of course, the explosion had also attracted the attention of many uninformed onlookers, but Qi Nuannuan had temporarily suppressed and dispelled the matter through public opinion.
"Yitian, did you sense it? There are still beings observing us. Perhaps they know there are many Ghost Immortals here, so they haven't come over directly." Master spoke pensively.
"Master, the immortal sects are all heartless. For them to seek revenge, there would have to be some conflict of interests. These are merely advance troops. They definitely won't come over." I glared hatefully toward the Blood Cloud Coffin, my expression sinking.
"Alas, we're too far away to take