"If I had left the Journey to the West World, I would have perished long ago."
Meng Qi, who had been hiding in the distance from Heavenly Pillar Mountain, opened his eyes. The Undying Demon God's final sigh echoed in his mind, leaving him both startled and doubtful.
It had not said leaving Heavenly Pillar Mountain, but leaving the Journey to the West World. This meant that the special environment of the Nine Abysses was necessary for it to cling to life. Its concealment was not due to some state of being "neither dead nor alive."
What other reason could there be for being unable to leave the Journey to the West World? Was it connected to the secrets of the Spirit Mountain battle, or to the reason it had never returned to the Buddhist Sect? His thoughts drifted, but Meng Qi did not ponder deeply. At present, he had almost no leads, nor did he possess the ability to investigate. It was better to leave the matter in the back of his mind for now.
He slowly rose to his feet and took a step forward. A Somersault Cloud rose beneath him, carrying him upward as he flew east.
A short while later, endless emerald waves appeared below. Streaks of golden light leaped and moved like scales. The high heavens and vast seas formed a magnificent sight. Meng Qi had already crossed the Western Ox Continent and the Eastern Divine Continent, arriving at another stretch of the Eastern Sea.
He gazed into the distance with all his might and spread out his Spiritual Sense. While calculating the Dragon Palace's location, Meng Qi slowed his escape light and flew toward the depths of the vast ocean.
Suddenly, his heart stirred. He made a slight adjustment to his route, and his