Chen Changeng frowned. He was clearly dissatisfied with that explanation. At their level of cultivation, premonitions might be mysterious, but they could not arise out of nowhere.
Yet if the other man refused to explain, what could he do?
For now, he could only close his mouth in frustration and look back toward the distant Pond Waters.
Time passed, second by second.
The chaos on the field was drawing to a close.
The Rogue Cultivators and Demons who had seized their fortunes no longer charged forward with the same fearless abandon.
As if by unspoken agreement, they began retreating to the perimeter. Each claimed a corner, watching every living thing nearby with cold, wary eyes.
On the path of cultivation, the more opportunities one found, the better. But knowing when to stop was undoubtedly the surer way to stay alive.
Meanwhile, on the other side...
With his earlier display having cowed the Rogue Cultivators around him, Chu Tiange was no longer being harassed.
Yet he had not relaxed in the slightest. Instead, his body was taut, plainly ready to strike.
The reason was simple.
Now that the struggle was drawing to a close, the Nine-Colored Bodhi should be about to appear.
"Once the Bodhi appears, things will be even more chaotic than before. Remember, don't get caught up in the fighting. Find an opening, seize it, and leave."
"Yes, Senior Brother Chu."
Chu Tiange nodded. He waited a moment, but heard no response from the other person.
He glanced sideways without thinking, then froze.
"Miss Jiang...?"
Jiang Yuechu, beside him, had closed her eyes at some point.
She sat quietly cross-legged, her breathing slow and even. In a place this dangerous, she seemed to have shut out the clamor around her completely. There was no telling what state she had