Another day passed.
Xia Ping used the Infinite Puppets to control his clones and send them across the planet to gather intelligence. At last, he had a rough understanding of the situation he and the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect were in.
Just as he had expected, Lu Wen and the others' deaths had enraged the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect. They had issued a kill order for Wu Wudi, and every disciple of the sect had been mobilized to hunt him down.
The Ten Thousand Poisons Sect had even activated a grand formation across the three nearby starfields, sealing off the void. Any spacecraft hoping to leave the region by spatial jump had to undergo a thorough inspection by the sect first.
For a time, the three starfields under the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect's rule were on high alert, with everyone on edge.
If he dared show his face on any planet, the sect's disciples would immediately swarm him. Even the many elders would cross the void to capture him themselves.
This unprecedented move had shaken all the great holy sects of the Southern Universe. Many wanted to know what had happened to provoke such fury from the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect and make it mobilize its forces on such a massive scale.
"Trying to trap me? It won't be that easy."
Xia Ping remained perfectly calm. He wasn't worried about the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect's pursuit. In just one more day, he would have completely refined the spiritual mark its disciples had left on his soul.
The Ten Thousand Poisons Sect had closed in like a trap because it believed Xia Ping had been marked by its spiritual imprint and had nowhere to hide. As long as he came near, they would be able to pinpoint his location.
In truth,