Lin Bai stood in the courtyard with his hands bound, looking up at the bright moon overhead.
Ever since arriving in the Devil Realm, Lin Bai had constantly worried about making a living.
First, he had drifted helplessly along the Immortal Corpse River. Later, he had spent half a year as a corpse in a ruined temple on Eternal Night Mountain. After borrowing Qing Luo's identity to resurrect himself, he had wandered from Zhan Mountain City to Mooring Moon Bay, fleeing for his life all the way.
He had thought that, with Xiao Ji's protection in Mooring Moon Bay, he could cultivate in peace for some time. Unexpectedly, the flames of war had risen again.
Lin Bai was like the stars in the sky. Each one shone so brightly, yet each was separated by such a vast distance. Through the eternal years and ten-thousand-year eras, the stars had never once met.
In the Devil Realm, Lin Bai's life hung by a thread. He did not even know where the Void Sword Ark had taken his parents, Bai Xiaoxiao, and the others.
Nor did he know how the Barren Ancient Continent was faring. Had it been affected by the Giant God Race?
The Devil Realm was so vast that Lin Bai could barely keep himself alive even in Lianzhou, let alone hope to leave the Devil Realm.
That afternoon, Xiao Ji had come to tell Lin Bai that the Sixteen Immortal Docks would lead an army to attack Mooring Moon Bay at dusk the next day. If Lin Bai did not want to be caught in the flames of war, he could leave as soon as possible.
Lin Bai had called Zhou Xi and Sun Yao over to discuss it. Sun Yao had no opinion of her own, while Zhou Xi