Moreover, such cultivation could not merely skim the surface. Otherwise, if a little exposure were enough to resist the erosion of the Time Sand, calling it so perilous would be utterly laughable.
According to the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord, the most dangerous things were the corpse demon and the Time Sand. But that did not mean there were no other dangers, only that they were inferior to those two. Looking at it another way, he might not have thoroughly explored the Ancient Alien Space Battlefield at all; perhaps he had merely lingered in one small corner.
That made the Ancient Battlefield seem even more perilous. The Holy Infant Child was somewhat worried that while he might enter alive, he might not return alive.
Still, such cowardly words were not something he could say to the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord.
For one thing, it would make him seem weak and incompetent. For another, he refused to admit defeat.
The Heavenly Demon Palace Lord and the others could go—was he, then, unable to go?
His body had the appearance of a child, but his mind was naturally not that of one. Yet the cultivation method he practiced was special, and he retained some childlike innocence. Thus, this streak of competitiveness was perfectly normal.
After agreeing on a time and place, the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord departed once more. The Holy Infant Child returned to the Orphanage to entrust the necessary affairs to others, much as Meng Zhao had done.
His considerations were much the same as Meng Zhao's. Leaving aside whether it was safe, there was no certainty regarding the time. It could be one or two months, or it could be one or two years. Who knew whether they might become trapped inside?
Therefore, he had to prepare for a rainy