Chen Changgeng frowned. He clearly wasn't satisfied with that explanation. At their level of cultivation, premonitions could be mysterious, but they couldn't arise from nothing.
Yet if the other party refused to explain, what could he do?
For now, he could only close his mouth in frustration and look back toward the distant pool.
Time passed, second by second.
The chaos around the pool began to draw to a close.
The Rogue Cultivators and demons who had seized their fortunes no longer charged forward with the same reckless disregard for death.
As though by unspoken agreement, they retreated toward the perimeter. Each claimed a corner, watching the living creatures around them with cold, wary eyes.
On the path of cultivation, the more opportunities one found, the better. But knowing when to stop was undoubtedly the better way to stay alive.
Elsewhere,
with the surrounding Rogue Cultivators held back by the earlier show of force, Chu Tiange had no one interfering with him.
Yet he did not relax in the slightest. His body was taut, ready to strike.
The reason was simple.
Now that the struggle was nearing its end, the Nine-Colored Bodhi should be about to appear.
"Once the Bodhi appears, the scene will be even more chaotic than before. Don't get drawn into a fight. Find an opening, take it, and leave."
"Yes, Senior Brother Chu."
Chu Tiange nodded. He waited a moment, but heard no reply from the other person.
He glanced sideways without thinking, then froze.
"Miss... Miss Jiang?"
Jiang Yuechu, beside him, had closed her eyes at some point.
She sat quietly with her legs crossed, her breathing slow and steady. In a place so fraught with danger, she seemed utterly cut off from the clamor outside, lost in some unknown state.
"What... what's going on?"