After saying all this, Jiang Yun's gaze sharpened. He looked into the depths of the darkness, his voice grave. "The Grand Sacrifice of our Weird Clan may not be far off. You two must prepare early. It will be an unprecedented calamity, but also an opportunity."
As he spoke, even the void trembled, and a faint Ominous aura spread through the surroundings.
Shi Yi's Double Pupils suddenly erupted with dazzling light, and killing intent swept outward like a tangible force. "We understand. This is the perfect chance to test our strength as Dao Ancestors."
The phantom of the World Tree swayed wildly around the Heavenly Prince, countless runes weaving themselves into a battle formation. He brimmed with fighting spirit. "I couldn't ask for more!"
Having given them all his instructions, Jiang Yun did not linger. His figure flickered like a ghost, tore through the void, and headed once more for Hou Ming's Black Bird Dao Field.
The time for their once-in-ten-thousand-years joint cultivation had arrived. In these troubled times, when every moment counted, the matter could not be delayed.
Through each session of joint cultivation, his relationship with Hou Ming had quietly undergone a subtle change.
At first, they had been allies who each wanted something from the other. Though the Grand Dao drew them together during their cultivation, both had been full of caution and suspicion.
Now, time had long since worn away those early sharp edges. Because of the natural pull between their Daos, caution had given way to an unspoken trust and understanding.
In the pauses between cultivation, Jiang Yun sometimes wondered: if the hidden danger within Hou Ming was ever completely resolved, where would the bond forged by their "joint cultivation" lead them?
Would they go their separate ways, or...? But the thought flashed through his