Panyai Realm.
Darkness surged upward, rustling like a tide, as frenzied, evil, depraved, and mad auras spread unchecked.
A blood moon, curved like a hook, hung silently overhead.
At this moment, a towering palace stood within the moon, its gates wide open. In the main hall, beneath a dais vast as a mountain, the wisp of Pei Ling's split soul left in the sect's painting stood with his hands behind his back.
Above him, the red-robed, white-haired female immortal formed from the Heavenly Tribulation sat upright and asked in an even voice, "Immortal Friend Pei, is there anything else you need?"
At those words, Pei Ling's split soul abruptly froze. The light in his eyes vanished in an instant, and his expression turned utterly wooden, as if he had become a puppet and heard nothing at all.
Seeing this, the Heavenly Tribulation glanced at Pei Ling and immediately understood: Immortal Friend Pei's Main Body had fallen into the chess game!
After a brief turn of thought, she withdrew her gaze and let Pei Ling's split soul remain standing beneath the dais.
Immortal Friend Pei's Main Body and Dragon King Fu Yuan must already be locked in fierce battle, fighting with blazing intensity.
Although she thought highly of Immortal Friend Pei, as a dignified Immortal Venerable, she had no intention of personally joining a struggle between Immortal Kings.
Besides, before Immortal Friend Pei had recovered his immortal cultivation, he had already been able to forcibly control her will and even help her break through the seal of the Eternal Night Desert... Once he got serious, Dragon King Fu Yuan would have no chance of winning!
If she truly intervened, it would not be helping Immortal Friend Pei. It would be an insult!
Just as earlier, when she had offered him a