Now that he had confirmed through Sheng Qingqing that these otherworldly Spirit Transformation cultivators would not die, everything he did now had meaning.
There had been no progress on the Heavenly Track's side for a long time, and Xuan Xing did not dare force the issue.
After all, according to Mu Yong's memories from his previous life, they had used forceful methods and had thus been refined by the Heavenly Track...
So unless it was a life-or-death crisis, he would never launch a direct assault on the Heavenly Track!
That left only one option: like Sheng Qingqing, he would have to seek another path through these otherworldly Spirit Transformation cultivators.
Go be a dog...
He truly could not bring himself to lose that much face.
As it happened, Lin Changsheng, who had crossed paths with him before, had been defeated. That gave him the perfect excuse to intervene.
This way, he could both quell the chaos within Heavenly Spirit Sect territory and drive the notion that "he is Lin Changsheng's friend" deep into the minds of the remaining otherworldly Spirit Transformation cultivators.
He would make them instinctively place him in the same camp as Lin Changsheng and the existence behind him.
It was killing two birds with one stone, with almost no risk involved. There was no reason not to do it!
Just as his thoughts raced.
"Time Balance!"
Beneath the vault of heaven, an angry roar resounded through the nine heavens.
Clang—!
Amid an echo that seemed to rise from the depths of the world, an incomparably enormous "balance," as though formed from the laws of the world themselves, slowly emerged.
It was no longer half-illusory and half-real as before; every last line upon it was now crystal clear!
Sun, moon, and stars revolved across it, while mountains, rivers,