"Senior, I plan to leave for a while. I will not be joining you to meet up with Zhenyuan the Great for now," Shen Luo suddenly said.
"Why have you suddenly decided this?" The Ten-Thousand-Year Fox King asked in surprise.
"I have an idea in mind that I need to verify. If it succeeds, then even if I face Nine Nether again, I should not end up in such a sorry state," Shen Luo said, letting out a long breath.
"Then go. However, the Demon Clan has likely set its sights on you as well. You must be even more careful in the future," the Ten-Thousand-Year Fox King said with a smile, seeing that the knot in Shen Luo's heart seemed to have loosened.
"Thank you," Shen Luo replied with a smile.
He had already made up his mind. Once his injuries had fully healed, he would head for Five-Finger Mountain.
Sun Wukong had been imprisoned there for five hundred years. If there was anything Sun Wukong had left behind that could still be found, that place was the most likely location.
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
Above a colossal ship soaring through the heavens, a figure rode the wind into the air, waved farewell to those aboard, and transformed into a streak of light that sped away into the distance.
Amid the howling wind, the man's robes snapped loudly. His expression was solemn, and he was none other than Shen Luo.
After recuperating for this period, his injuries had almost completely healed. Not only that, his experience fighting a Taiyi cultivator had further consolidated his Late True Immortal Stage cultivation, making his aura increasingly stable.
More importantly, he now had a more direct understanding of the power of Taiyi Realm cultivators. He had