Ying Qing Dao Immortal was unquestionably brimming with resentment toward Lu Xiaotian. The fellow seemed to have decent talent, no lack of skill in combat, and a good cultivation method as well. If he had just persevered step by step and thought of a few more ways, he would eventually have been able to enter the Heavenly Court and perhaps even rise to the upper ranks. Yet this fellow was anything but content to stay put. In a place that was clearly still fairly safe, he had forced matters into their present state.
"Your understanding of the Illusory Mist Swamp is probably second only to that old monster Ying Langtian's. The Illusory Mist Swamp has undergone tremendous changes now—the collapse of space has already connected it to part of the Demon Realm. In your opinion, how far has Ying Langtian's preparations gone? Could it be that he still can't return to the Demon Realm?" Lu Xiaotian asked.
"Even temporarily opening a connection between the Demon Realm and the Immortal Realm would require a heaven-defying method. Let alone me—even Ying Langtian probably has no absolute confidence," Ying Qing Dao Immortal snorted. "Your understanding of the Illusory Mist Swamp is no less than mine by much now. You're probably not here to ask me this question."
"I discovered that besides Ying Langtian in the Illusory Mist Swamp preparing to rise again, there is another Old Devil skilled in thunder arts who may well be preparing for the same thing. I was pursued by him all the way simply because I obtained some Profound Water True Thunder, and had no choice but to flee into the Illusory Mist Swamp. I wanted to use the restrictions within the Illusory Mist Swamp to escape. Apart from that place with the Profound Water True Thunder, I