Old Chief and the others watched the entrance to Yi Tian Que. By now, the time it took an incense stick to burn had passed, but no one mentioned it.
To Yue Ya, wasting a little time to threaten Yu Sang Tian as much as possible was no problem. It was only the time it took an incense stick to burn. What would be the harm in giving Lu Yin another incense stick's worth of time, as long as there was a way to stop Yu Sang Tian from approaching the palace?
In Yue Ya's eyes, an incense stick's worth of time meant nothing. To Lu Yin, however, it meant far too much.
His consciousness appeared in Dark Space, constantly searching for light clusters.
He saw one light cluster after another. Most were dim. To his consciousness at that moment, even Old Chief's light cluster would appear dim, but at least it still had some radiance.
He continued traversing Dark Space, searching for Old Chief's light cluster.
Yanbo Haomiao entered Yi Tian Que again, appearing beneath the cliff wall. He headed toward the cliff and shouted, "Moshang, are you truly planning to endure the punishment of the Supreme God?"
Yu Sang Tian ignored him and took a step forward.
At this distance, every step he took subjected him to extraordinary memory pressure.
Yu Sang Tian's expression suddenly changed. He crouched down, enduring the shock of the memories.
Yanbo Haomiao stared at Yu Sang Tian and clenched his fists. He hoped Yu Sang Tian would enter a state without memories and become an idiot.
After watching for a while, Yu Sang Tian exhaled, stood up, and continued forward. Although his face had grown much paler, he could still approach the palace.
Yanbo Haomiao threatened him, "Even if you don't care about