Infiltrators
"Mí Tianshu and his band of immortals and gods have really set their sights on the Outer-Realm Demon Star."
He Ping felt a measure of admiration in his heart.
The Kuiyin Starfield lay far too distant from the spacetime of the present world. Even as a powerful rogue immortal, he would not dare venture there recklessly.
The realms beyond were vast and boundless. From here to the Kuiyin Starfield spanned countless billions of miles. Even traveling through the void would take decades. In some places, the environment was terribly warped, and space was riddled with fractures. Such regions were like the shifting sands of a great river—space had to be broken through layer by layer, consuming an immense amount of mana and vital energy.
In truth, to traverse the realms beyond, one had to rely on a sect-defending supreme treasure. Crossing by human power alone was simply too costly.
As for the Kuiyin Starfield, he had heard of it as well. It was the nest of the Outer-Realm Demon Star, shrouded in the fiery plague poison flames shed by a dying great sun. It was an exceptionally perilous place.
"So the Demon Star is the lineage of the ancient Nine True Ones. The Seven Immortals and Gods of the Ten Thousand Spirits Sect want to refine this Outer-Realm Demon Star—their ambitions are no small matter."
Following that line of thought, what You Wanxu was doing amounted to nothing more than a petty scheme. Even if he barely managed to unify the Western Continent, he would still be unable to contend against the Seven Immortals and Gods returning from beyond the realms—provided, of course, that Mi Tianshu and the others could return safely.
The intelligence he had obtained from the spirit-entity was not particularly extensive, because He Ping did not