Within the blue-gray courtyard of the God Tomb.
The morning mist had yet to disperse. Faint divine essence lingered among the Mind-Calming Bamboo, while crystalline dewdrops had condensed on the bluestone tiles.
Bai Ye sat cross-legged beside the stone table in the courtyard, the Purple Sand Teaset before him still giving off wisps of tea fragrance.
Yet his gaze had fallen upon a point in the void. His Primordial Spirit was like invisible threads, constantly winding toward the Destiny Heavenly Pool, clearly sensing the movements there.
When he sensed Divine King Xuan Yang emerge from seclusion, his aura of the Divine King Third Layer surging vast and mighty, while the sect master and the others gathered around him, congratulating him before growing furious and clamoring to immediately settle accounts with the surrounding forces and reclaim their lost territory—
Bai Ye's brows slowly furrowed.
"Too impulsive."
He thought to himself.
The Heavenly Star Sacred Sect had been dormant for millions of years. Although Divine King Xuan Yang had broken through to the Third Layer, and Bai Ye was secretly overseeing it, the sect's overall strength remained weak.
There were only a dozen or so Divine Venerable Realm experts. Though there were more than a hundred Heavenly God Realm disciples, most of them had unstable cultivation realms, while the True God Realm disciples lacked top-tier talents capable of fighting.
If they rashly settled accounts now and encountered the united resistance of other forces, or even drew the intervention of some high-tier sects, the sect would likely suffer more than it gained.
At present, Bai Ye could be said to have no fear of Eighth-tier Powers.
But he still could not claim to have the Ninth-tier Powers firmly in hand.
After all, Ninth-tier Powers had ancient inheritances. Whether they possessed hidden trump cards