Moonlight, red as blood, gave off an eerie crimson glow, dyeing everything blood-red.
Blood moon, black clouds, and violet lightning intertwined. Amid the shifting light and shadows, the outline of the demon palace became increasingly distinct. Only it had not been stained red by the blood moon.
The Six Great Sages rushed toward the demon palace without delay, each terrified of falling a step behind.
Xiang Yuan was not in the slightest hurry. Riding the wind at the very back, he looked every bit like someone weak yet keenly aware of his own limits.
In terms of raw stats, with all the opportunities he had acquired, he believed himself no weaker than the Six Great Sages—perhaps even steadily superior by a notch. But the gap in cultivation was right there. Taking on a Spirit Transformation demon king at the Nine Bends level was no problem; against Fuyunzi, he even dared claim he could win. But the Six Great Sages...
It was just a mission. Come quietly, leave quietly, and with a wave of his sleeve, take away only the relic.
Why fight? Wouldn't it be better if everyone simply took what they needed?
That said, Xiang Yuan knew full well that though a man had no intention of harming a tiger, the tiger might have designs on eating him. Whether a fight broke out was not for him to decide.
He had been elevated to inherit the title of Great Sage not because having him mattered, but because not having Yaksha King mattered.
Yaksha King had explored the Blood Moon Demon Palace once before. He was a textbook veteran. As long as Yaksha King lived, the Six Great Sages would forever be rookies. Once Yaksha King died, the Six Great Sages entered the Blood Moon Demon Palace from the same