A year later.
Wang Qicang claimed he was going to seek an inheritance opportunity here, preparing for the Prodigy Battle thirty thousand years from now, and entered the depths of the Taiyi Ghost Gate.
But his true plan...
Was to wait a hundred years for the current storm to die down somewhat before emerging and fleeing far away. Naturally, he had to prepare as much as he could now; in the future, there would be no more chance to prepare.
It was another deep, dark night.
All the cultivators were seated cross-legged, immersed in meditation and cultivation.
Li Tiangui slowly opened his eyes. "Everyone, Brother Wang has already left. His art of controlling qi is unfathomable; he can manipulate the Five Elements of Tiandi and the myriad qi of the Immortal Realm. If we wanted to pursue him, we naturally couldn't catch up."
"That man is always like this." Another woman slowly opened her eyes. "Only after things are done does he speak of what came before. He never tells us what he truly thinks."
"Looks like he was afraid of dragging us down. What a joke... this life of mine is his."
"Zhu Wu, Brother Wang was afraid you'd hold him back."
"Absurd!"
"Thirty thousand years is far too long. I don't want to wait in a place without sun or sky for his return. Perhaps before long, Immortals from the Immortal Domain Alliance will come storming in. If I wanted to wait for death, I wouldn't have escaped prison back then."
"They've already killed Heavenly Palace disciples, heh heh... what's there to fear?"
"Who knows what they've turned us into in the stories outside? I rather want to go take a look."
"Everyone, if Brother Wang truly escapes, if he can truly make a name for himself in