Yu Ci had long understood that in the current situation, it was impossible for him not to step forward. He had settled for second best and tried playing hide-and-seek with Lu Suhua, using Rakshasa Illusory Power to reignite the conflict between Huan Yinzi and Lu Suhua. Yet it had not lasted long before Lu Suhua noticed him again.
Fortunately, he had never placed all his hopes on Rakshasa Illusory Power. Or rather, the situation had long gone beyond what a mere trick of four ounces moving a thousand pounds could resolve. He had to possess the corresponding resolve.
He had the resolve, but where would he find a solution?
Yu Ci ran through every possibility in his mind, yet every one of them could only hold things together temporarily and would end in defeat after a prolonged battle. Besides, he had no time for a "prolonged battle" at all.
As his mind-spirit wore down, the dream-driving power of Feather Transformation True Intent grew ever stronger. Yu Ci estimated that under such pressure, he would fall asleep within a hundred breaths at most. If the current situation could not be broken through, Chengqitian, together with his Yang God, would inevitably be smashed to pieces in his sleep.
Put plainly, it still came down to one word: death.
Yu Ci once again settled for second best and drew a line. He did not hope to defeat Lu Suhua—indeed, he had never considered such a thing. He only sought to escape her lock and suppression, so Chengqitian would no longer remain here as a torch.
The prerequisite for that was chaos—greater chaos!
At that moment, someone charged into Chengqitian's range and shouted, "Treasure!"
It was the crudest yet most direct signal. With almost no interval at all, more valuable information was flung out,