His destination was the Nanzhao border, the very front line where the Buddhist allied forces confronted the Southern Frontier's Daoist Sect.
He intended to add another armful of fuel to the raging devil fire he had personally ignited against the Buddhist Sect, and even—to try to turn it toward the lands of the Southern Frontier's Daoist Sect, seemingly calm yet seething with undercurrents.
Li Wujiu's figure melted into the shadows of the Ten Thousand Poisons Swamp, vanishing like a phantom.
The messages he had given—"Thousand-Leaf Buddha Kingdom" and "watching the show at the Nanzhao border"—mixed truth with falsehood, making them difficult to distinguish.
This was a favorite trick of the Heavenly Demon Sect: make the false seem real and the real seem false, confusing the Buddhist Sect's attention to secure more room and opportunities for his next move.
Yet he had not expected—or perhaps had not particularly cared—that this seemingly ordinary "misdirection" and "jest" carried an entirely different meaning in True Lord Xuanjin's eyes, triggering an entirely different chain of reactions.
Qingyun Temple, the forbidden grounds behind the mountain.
True Lord Xuanjin received Li Wujiu's reply.
"Thousand-Leaf Buddha Kingdom?"
"Watching the show at the Nanzhao border?"
An unusual glint flickered in his eyes. Then an icy sword intent, laced with murderous purpose, flashed around him before swiftly withdrawing into stillness.
"What a 'Formless Devil Lord.' What a fine idea of 'watching a good show.'"
True Lord Xuanjin's voice was low, betraying neither joy nor anger, yet carrying the oppressive weight of a mountain storm about to break.
He instantly understood the meaning beneath Li Wujiu's words.
"Thousand-Leaf Buddha Kingdom" was most likely a smokescreen, perhaps even a trap.
Li Wujiu's real target was the Nanzhao border—the very front line where the Buddhist allied forces confronted the Southern Frontier's Daoist Sect!