Could the Soul Hall Master have recognized Dream True Lord and deliberately lent him a hand?
Or had Dream-Demon True Lord sought him out and told him the truth?
Ji Yuan had no way of knowing. He could only speculate.
But whichever it was, the Soul Hall Master's help for Dream-Demon True Lord was nailed down beyond doubt!
"If there's only one treasure in this blood pool, one more person won't make a difference. If there's more than one, one more person still won't make a difference."
Dream-Demon True Lord pressed his advantage. "None of you have broken this illusion yet, so you must know how difficult it is. As it happens, I have the Soul-Fixing Vine. Combined with what you have, we might just have a chance to break through."
"Rather than fight here and now, why not wait until we've broken the illusion? What do you say?"
After that, Dream-Demon True Lord fell silent.
He stepped back and sent Ji Yuan a message. "Tsk. There's a reason the Demonic Dao has fallen further and further behind the Orthodox Dao over the years."
"Oh? What do you mean, Senior?"
"Infighting. They haven't even laid hands on the treasure, and already they're tearing into each other. Tsk, tsk. Just watch how I play them in the palm of my hand!"
Dream-Demon True Lord sounded supremely confident, though Ji Yuan had no idea where that confidence came from.
His words had clearly stirred the Nascent Soul Cultivators. None answered immediately; they seemed to be discussing matters among themselves by transmission.
Ji Yuan took the chance to study the blood pool at the center of the sand.
At a glance, it looked like a pond filled with blood. Wind swept sand across it, wrinkling the bloody surface.
*Six-Turn? Why was it called