Dragon Mountain Imperial Capital, secret council hall.
Layer upon layer of magic arrays, divine arrays, barriers, and seals had locked down the not-so-large secret hall until it was utterly impregnable. Elven Grand Sealing Arts, human magic barriers, dwarven Mountain Guardians, Titan elemental restrictions, even orcish Heroic Spirit Altars—every kind of strange and peculiar barrier technique had been kneaded together by a murky gray primal force of chaos, forming an enormous shield of near-absolute defense that would be exceedingly difficult for anyone to breach.
Within this heavily concealed secret hall, Lin Qi raised a cup of fragrant tea and rinsed his mouth once more. After dripping several drops of a specially prepared potion into it, he finally managed to wash away the moldy, sour-stinking taste of tea dregs from his mouth. After voicing a speechless complaint about the Celestial Sprite Clan's terrifying "food culture," Lin Qi glanced at Mr. Mo.
"I will personally keep the Cicada Realm. We must station heavy troops at the passage newly opened in the Evil Ghost Abyss, the one leading in and out of the Celestial Sprite Small World. If the Celestial Sprite Clan shows any sign of closing off or expanding the passage, pour those barrels of Hell tainted blood I prepared straight into it."
Mr. Mo's mouth twitched. He bowed to Lin Qi and accepted the task.
"Keep a dead watch on every Celestial Sprite who has already entered the abyssal worlds to serve us! Assign each of them three to five succubi or women from other demon clans. It would be best if they can ensnare them, but even if they cannot, no matter what those sprites do—even if they squat on the toilet all day long—they must be watched at close range every moment."
Mr. Mo nodded seriously. In a deep voice,