At Liu Zhi's command, Dak left with the newly replaced battle flag and flagpole.
In the time that followed, Liu Zhi made his preparations. He planned to spend most of his time in his own Ghost Domain.
The situation was crystal clear now. After more than two hundred days, every player who had survived had real ability.
Going out to take risks at this point might end up like Aionel: he had been dealt a winning hand, only to squander it through his own recklessness.
If Aionel hadn't been so bent on courting death by coming to Liu Zhi's territory and drawing his attention, perhaps he wouldn't have died so quickly.
Having learned from Aionel's example, Liu Zhi certainly wasn't going to leave his own territory. Wasn't it better to stay safe in his Ghost Domain until the game ended?
Wouldn't it be better to head back with all the resources he'd gathered?
Why go looking for trouble?
With that in mind, Liu Zhi returned to the site where the Elephant-men's Ancestral City had once stood.
The vast hollow there had not closed with the passage of time. Instead, thanks to the soul totem, it had remained about twenty thousand meters in diameter.
A vast amount of yin energy poured out of it without pause, turning the surrounding area into an environment much like the underworld.
When he arrived, Liu Zhi easily took flight and landed on the soul totem at the very center of the hollow.
This had become one of the better places for Liu Zhi to cultivate lately.
Here, he could attend to everything in both the real world and the underworld at once.
At this border between the real world and the underworld, he could receive news immediately if anything happened anywhere, then issue new orders