Just as Li Su released his cells to search through the three worlds for any trace of Teacher Yi Ren and the others, the Divine Venerable arrived at the Sacred Hall.
Li Su froze slightly, then asked in surprise, "Senior, is something the matter?"
The other party had come by a few days earlier as well.
He had said that he would be busy over the next few days. The internal discussions of both races had concluded, and the peace conference was about to begin.
Although the emergence of a new Saint had doused the flames of war, for existences at this level, even with Saints involved, a ceasefire was not something that could be settled with a nod.
To say nothing else, the matter of resources for producing new Saints—namely, hunting Evil Nature—needed to be thoroughly laid out.
After all, this concerned whether near-Saints, and even Extreme Daluos, could become Saints. If it were not clearly agreed upon, trouble could easily arise.
Evil Nature was no fool either. The fact that it had set up a scheme that had nearly caused the Mythical Realm and the foreign races to perish together, even drawing the Saints into its calculations, showed just how sinister that bunch was.
Honestly, when the fragments of more than thirty cocoons that Li Su had obtained—each brimming with the aura of Evil Nature and the aura of cultivators at the Extreme Daluo level—were brought out, even the Saints could not help but have their expressions change.
Without question, those cocoons had far exceeded their expectations. They had never imagined that those Evil Spirits they had not even considered worth noticing had, without anyone realizing it, developed to such a terrifying extent.
If a mere Central Domain hid so many of them, then what had the hidden