"Will that Li Meng or whatever come after us? After all, she's a Chicken Leg Ancient God. My Grasshopper Leg Ancient God is no match for her."
Zhang Yang sat before the World Tree, with the little box placed in front of him. Beside him, the World Tree's drooping branches swayed faintly. In truth, that Impure Root had long since been qualified to shape-shift, but it had said that in the Reality Dimension, taking human form might be a good choice, whereas in the Dream Dimension, remaining an unfettered root had greater advantages.
"Mm, good. For the time being, keep yourself hidden, and don't make any big moves. Just make sure that Li Meng or whatever doesn't hunt us down into our Reality Dimension. At the same time, the other sub-accounts must enter a period of deep concealment as well. Keep as low a profile as possible so we can get through this darkest hour before dawn."
Zhang Yang drew a deep breath and sent the order out through the Blunted True Spirit Particles. Now that the Plague God's Tears—oh, the Plague God's Saliva—had been firmly locked onto their target, they had to avoid needless sacrifices. Raising a sub-account was no easy task.
After handling these affairs, Zhang Yang carefully opened the sealed little box. Inside lay a Memory Orb, exchanged for by 05 Sub-Account's life.
Zhang Yang did not rush to inspect it. Instead, using the Dao Ancestor's Jun Edict, he solemnly summoned Qu Shang, Tao Yao, Zhao Baiyi, Li Guokui, He Yimou, Jiang Rong, Wu County, Guan Shan, Li Si, and fifteen other Law Demigods to come. That was right—there were eighteen of them now, with six more newly added.
Besides that, he summoned three hundred Law Mahayana cultivators—228 newly added—as well as thirty-six thousand Heavenly Dao Mahayana