Within Shenluo Divine Hall, the auras of more than thirty Da Luo True Realm cultivators intertwined, pressing down on this space independent of the Hongmeng Universe until it warped slightly.
Heavenly River True Lord, the old man in ornate robes at the peak of the Fusion Dao Period, slowly rose. His eyes, which seemed to hold revolving rivers of stars, swept over everyone present.
"Everyone, we must not delay."
"However, to guard against any mishap, we must remember not to make a grand show of our approach, lest we rustle the grass and startle the snake, allowing him to flee beforehand."
"We should proceed in secret, lay down a Death Array, and completely seal off that star domain, cutting off every avenue of escape."
"Well said." Heavenly Pivot True Lord slowly nodded in agreement. "Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit. We must not be careless."
"Good, that is what we shall do!"
"Fellow Daoist Nine Netherworlds, we shall leave sealing the void to you."
"Rest assured," the black-robed man named Nine Netherworlds answered hoarsely.
With their plan settled, the thirty-odd Da Luo True Realm cultivators delayed no longer.
They did not tear open the void and cause tremendous spatial disturbances.
Instead, each employed a secret art, silently merging into nothingness as though they had never appeared.
Within the Divine Hall in the Heavenly Origin Dao Realm.
Zhou Ming sat cross-legged, his aura steady, without a ripple or disturbance.
Over the past century, Liu Yuan and the others had lived up to his expectations, bringing back vast quantities of fortune.
Although the new strategy had made gathering fortune considerably slower than before.
Through the accumulation of small gains, nearly half of the rule shackles within his body had already been washed away and unlocked.