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Secondly, on a deeper level, the conflict between the cultivation world and the Eerie was not a clash limited to one time or one place.

That rift hanging in the western sky, those Gray Monsters blanketing heaven and earth, and the Otherworld Cultivator before them who remained lucid despite being entwined by Eerie power—all of them served as reminders of one thing: sooner or later, they would face the Eerie head-on.

Rather than be caught scrambling when that time came, it was better to take advantage of the fact that they still had room to retreat and first probe the depths of this Eerie power.

With that thought in mind, Chu Ge naturally had no reason to fear battle.

The second war between the Otherworld and the cultivation world quietly drew back its curtain amid this unspoken understanding.

Yet at this moment, one person had no mind to pay attention to any of it.

While everyone's attention was drawn toward the taut confrontation in the Martial Practice Arena, Jiang Xuan had silently slipped away from the Eastern Aristocratic Clan's seats.

His movements were so light that even the faint rustle of his robes was swallowed by the surrounding discussions.

By the time Dongfang Xiyue noticed the empty seat beside her, he had already passed through the crowd and reached the rear of the Mystic Moon Dynasty's seats.

Dongfang Xiyue was slightly taken aback by this sight, but she soon rose quietly and followed him.

In a secluded corner of the banquet, Qin Wujiu leaned against a pillar with vacant eyes.

The maid who had supported him earlier had already been dismissed with a wave of his hand. The healing medicine sent by the physician sat untouched on the table, its stopper not even removed.

That heroic face was now deathly