At this moment.
Ten-Crowned King gazed at the great rift in the sky, his brows knitting slightly.
Though his fighting spirit burned high, he still knew how to weigh what was urgent and what was not.
At a time like this, it was clearly no longer suitable for a peak showdown.
"It seems our battle can only be postponed until later." Ten-Crowned King put away the World Tree sapling, and the dragon aura around him receded as well.
Shi Hao nodded gravely.
He said nothing, merely turning his gaze toward the Void Great Rift stretching across the heavens.
With his keen spiritual senses, Shi Hao could even see through that ever-expanding rift to the restricted region outside, where those lofty Sect Masters were looking down upon this land with cold, greedy eyes.
He knew very well that a large portion of those gazes were aimed at him.
"Crisis is upon us. I must make preparations early," Shi Hao calculated silently.
He was an exceptionally decisive person. Since he knew those old monsters outside would not spare him, he had to prepare for a rainy day.
Shi Hao did not linger amid the ruins. After sending a voice transmission to his companions still watching from afar, he immediately transformed into a streak of light and sped toward Soul Island in the depths of Immortal Ancient at top speed.
Before the Sect Masters from the outside world crossed realms in force, he needed to complete his final arrangements.
Earlier, in the Thunder Tribulation Forbidden Land, he had gathered a great quantity of top-grade thunder tribulation liquid with Ye Xuan's help.
Now, this thunder tribulation liquid was his greatest bargaining chip.
He intended to return to Soul Island and give it to the ancient ancestor of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan and several other