Why Not Invite a God?

After returning to the pavilion and sitting down.

Even with a warm wine cup in hand, Xiao Xiaole still felt chilled to the bone.

The two remained silent for a long while before Xiao Xiaole finally spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Mei Yun... she's still alive."

"Didn't you beat her until her soul scattered? How did she survive?"

Old Sect Master Yun looked puzzled. His old friend should not have shown mercy.

If he had shown mercy, he would never have chosen to kill his wife to prove his Dao!

"Perhaps she cultivated some secret art long ago and split off a portion of her soul. I was careless."

Xiao Xiaole drained the wine in his cup bitterly.

Some ancient secret arts were truly too formidable. Even someone of his realm might not necessarily be able to see through them.

"A secret art like that... your luck truly is terrible."

Old Sect Master Yun shook his head, sighed, and murmured.

"If we meet again south of the Yangtze, I might well think it was only a dream."

"You foresaw the day Mei Yun and I would meet again?"

"No, I was just reciting it casually."

"..."

Xiao Xiaole collapsed helplessly onto the ground, his thoughts in utter chaos.

If they met again someday...

What should he do?

Nether Sea.

Inside a military tent, several esteemed demon cultivators, all at the Deity Transformation stage, were gathered together drinking and exchanging cups.

The man seated at the head was none other than Tang Yu.

After expending tremendous effort and benefits to bind together a web of connections.

Tang Yu's position on the surface remained unchanged.

But his status behind the scenes was now entirely different from before. Even the authority of any one of the ten clan chiefs might not compare to