Ye Lin walked above the firmament, a blood pearl he had obtained earlier from those ruins clenched in his hand.
The skies were unsafe?
Ye Lin had not taken Wang Zheng's words to heart at all.
In his view, it was not the skies that were unsafe—it was Wang Zheng's side that was unsafe.
That fellow was wrapped in bad luck. If he stayed by that fellow's side, he would sooner or later be dragged to his death.
Still, that fellow's panel showed that he would not die anytime soon. But what did that have to do with him?
When the time came, the one dying would be him, not Wang Zheng.
It was better to stay far away from Wang Zheng.
"What use does this blood pearl have?"
Ye Lin gazed at the blood pearl and sank into thought.
Refine it? Impossible.
Though this blood pearl was a rare treasure to cultivators of the demonic path, it would bring him no benefit—only harm.
If he refined it, Blood Baleful qi would cling to him forever.
He could suppress the Blood Baleful qi originating from an entire universe for a short while, but once enough time passed, its drawbacks would reveal themselves.
Put another way, Ye Lin simply had no use for this blood pearl.
It was useless to him.
But to the Sacred Descent Sect, this blood pearl would be immensely useful.
After pondering for a moment, Ye Lin put the blood pearl away.
Though it was of no use to him whatsoever, to some people, this thing was a treasure among treasures.
He would carry it with him for now. Perhaps it would come in handy someday.
Only after putting away the blood pearl did Ye Lin come back to his senses.
Where had he come to?
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