Late at night.
The Mountain Valley was brightly lit. Pavilions and towers, babbling streams—all lay beneath the glow of the lights.
At first glance, it even bore something of the flourishing grandeur of a major power. Yet upon closer inspection, the brilliance was merely a veneer.
Within the vast Mountain Valley, amid countless pavilions and towers, there was not a trace of any living creature.
The night sky was tranquil, while the Mountain Valley was deathly silent.
Chu Mu stood atop the mountain summit, with the Spatial Portal leading to the Qingqiu Treasure Trove behind him.
As he looked down upon the Mountain Valley, his gaze was clearly somewhat unfocused.
He had long since handed the yin and yang Sky Fox Towers over to Yun Qingyi, the Qingqiu Demon Emperor.
Before the transfer, he had carefully confirmed that Yun Qingyi showed no signs of losing control.
What came next was naturally waiting for Yun Qingyi to merge the yin and yang Sky Fox Towers into one, restoring them to their former unity.
That Immortal Inheritance which had all but become legend would then fall into his hands as a matter of course.
Yet this feeling of entrusting matters to another, of being unable to hold everything fully under his control, always left one uneasy.
After all, the Sky Fox Tower was ultimately the inherited supreme treasure of the Qingqiu Fox Clan.
This place, too, was the Qingqiu Grotto-Heaven and Rule Blessed Land passed down through generations of the Qingqiu Fox Clan.
Even the secret art with which he controlled Yun Qingyi originated from the Qingqiu Fox Clan, from that Qingqiu Dream...
And his sole Anchor Point lay with Yun Qingyi.
Everything else was controlled indirectly through Yun Qingyi.
Should something happen...
Chu Mu took a deep breath, and clarity returned