The atmosphere on the plain was not entirely filled with joy because Yi, Little Demon and the others had heard Lin Ming had returned safely.
At that moment, in the Heavenly Demon phoenix clan's camp, Nine Nether's hands were clenched tight inside his sleeves, his knuckles faintly white from the force.
As a peerless figure of the Heavenly Demon phoenix clan's younger generation, he had always been proud and arrogant, looking down on everyone else like ants. But now, facing that black-robed youth's calm gaze, he actually felt a danger that sank deep into his bones.
It was a gaze, a sense of crisis born from the depths of the bloodline, from the instincts refined through millions of years of evolution and sedimentation.
"This boy... after cultivating inside the Bodhi Ancient Tree, he's practically become a different person..."
So Nine Nether's face darkened, and a cold, venomous light flickered in his eyes.
If he had known Lin Ming could obtain such fortune within the Bodhi Ancient Tree, then back when they first met outside the desolate ancient realm, he should have spared no cost to personally kill him. Yet at that time, he had not even bothered to act himself and had instead made a cold transaction.
"Lin Ming, the Bodhi Ancient Tree..."
Those words spoke the thoughts of most people present. The disappearance of the Bodhi Ancient Tree was far too strange, and Lin Ming was the only person who had appeared after everyone else had been kicked out of the Bodhi Ancient Tree and it had disappeared. There had to be some connection.
Facing Nine Nether's questioning, Lin Ming slowly turned his head. His purple-gold eyes calmly looked toward this genius of the Heavenly Demon phoenix clan. There was no anger in that gaze, no mockery, not even