Song Mingcheng knew perfectly well that the answer they ultimately discussed would, in all likelihood, be far from satisfactory.
But he still agreed to Pu Wenyu. It was a delaying tactic.
Even if it could only buy him three days.
"Mingcheng, I understand."
In the end, Song Mingcheng said.
He cupped his hands toward Pu Wenyu once more. Yet when Song Mingcheng raised his head several breaths later, he discovered that Pu Wenyu and Wei Yang, who had been standing on the ritual ground moments ago, had both vanished without a trace.
This Guiyi Realm cultivator who had lived for over a thousand years lifted his head blankly. Looking at the dozen or so corpses lying across the ritual ground he knew so well, he could not help but feel a sense of tragic grandeur rise within him.
Under the tide of the times, Qingstone City's peace and stability were likely impossible to preserve.
A hundred li away.
Upon a hillside.
Pu Wenyu sat amid the wild grass, a foxtail grass stem dangling from his mouth, watching Wei Yang before him. Wei Yang looked dazed, and a violent demonic aura poured from his entire body.
Wei Yang seemed to be struggling.
He was battling the remnants of will left within the demon core of that tenth-realm great demon.
Wei Yang's body twitched from time to time. His face turned from pale to bluish-black, then waxy yellow, before flushing purple again.
As his complexion shifted like this, the demonic aura emanating from Wei Yang also grew increasingly violent.
Suddenly, Wei Yang calmed down.
He raised his head and stared straight at Pu Wenyu, his eyes filled with hatred, and...
A measure of fear.
That was not Wei Yang's gaze.
Pu Wenyu smiled faintly and spat out the foxtail grass from