The Bat Wing Clan had studied this realm quite thoroughly. Their nest even had a back exit specifically for escape. This exit contained a Space-Time Formation that led straight into the Cosmic Starry Sky; detecting their tracks would be next to impossible.
This was hardly strange, considering it had originally been the Bat Wing Clan's old nest.
Yang Chen escaped smoothly and, together with the many powerful cultivators, made his way into the Cosmic Starry Sky.
"Rest assured, Daoist Friend Yang Chen. After you freed us, the various clans established contact with one another and prepared for the possibility that our nests might be overrun by these Underworld ghostly creatures. But you need not worry. We have other nests and can take shelter there for now!" Hu Ye said.
Yang Chen could only sigh. "This... what virtue or ability do I, Yang Chen, possess to make all of you risk yourselves for me like this? You have already saved me once, and now so many lives have been lost in saving me again. I truly cannot find peace in my heart."
"Daoist Friend Yang Chen, there is no need for guilt. We are willing to risk our lives to save you not merely because we are grateful to you. It is because we want to fight for a tomorrow," Hu Ye said.
"Fight for a tomorrow? What do you mean?" Yang Chen asked.
Hu Ye sighed. "Daoist Friend Yang Chen, do you know how long we have lived in this lightless place? Even if you helped us undo the slave restrictions, can we truly be considered free? No. Not at all. We are still far, far from freedom. Only one day, when we leave the Undercurrent Universe and flee far beyond the Underworld's jurisdiction, can we be truly liberated. But