Afterward, Su Yueli burst out of the underground ruins beneath the Skyspine Wasteland, hovering in midair as she looked back at the completely collapsed subterranean rift.
Somewhat helplessly, she rubbed her temples.
"Well, that's just great. Every lead has been cut off."
Su Yueli felt a headache coming on.
That old devil Motian Xing was as slippery as a loach. He had even used a clone escape art like Nine Nether Disintegration, which damaged his very foundation. In this vast world, where was she supposed to find even a trace of him?
But on second thought, she gradually relaxed.
That old devil had only broken free of his seal not long ago and was already weak beyond measure.
Today, in order to escape, he had repeatedly crippled himself. Not only had she blown apart nearly half his body, he had also severed one-third of his origin and divine soul.
For a short while, he likely would not be able to stir up any trouble.
Just finding a place to hide away like a turtle and recover from his injuries would probably take him quite some time.
As long as he dared show his face, that Fifteenth Realm secret art would sooner or later be hers.
Since there was no path forward in any direction, lingering in the wasteland would only be futile. Su Yueli stopped delaying, tore through the wind and sand, and headed through the air toward the Great Li Dynasty.
"..."
At the same time, within Thousand Mechanisms Pavilion, in the quiet and tranquil bamboo forest behind the mountain.
Tea fragrance curled through the air as three figures sat around a stone table.
Apart from Thousand Mechanisms Pavilion's master, Mo Bufan, and Zhao Xuankong of the Great Li Imperial Family, there was also an elderly man in a