"Not bad."
Chu Zhou lowered his head to inspect the skin on his chest, now as smooth as ever, and nodded in satisfaction.
He paid no heed to the Heavenly Underworld Old Demon's threat. After all, he had the Demonic Flame Space awarded by the Firmament Ledger. Its concealment was beyond the ability of ordinary Dou Sheng to penetrate, let alone breach—and a mere high-level Half-Saint stood even less of a chance.
Even in the worst case, he could return to Blue Star at any time. No matter how formidable the Heavenly Underworld Old Demon might be, he could never cross the barrier between planes to hunt down someone who was no longer on the Dou Qi Continent.
Still, although Chu Zhou did not fear the Heavenly Underworld Old Demon's threat, he had no interest in leaving someone else's soul imprint on his body. He disliked the feeling of having his location exposed to another person at any moment.
After dealing with the imprint left by the Heavenly Underworld Old Demon, Chu Zhou immediately turned and shot toward the ruins' light barrier without looking back.
"I've wasted enough time already. The ruins are about to open."
Meanwhile, hundreds of millions of miles away, across the Central Region of the Central Plains, within the forbidden grounds of the Heavenly Underworld Sect at the border between the Eastern and Southern Regions...
In a gloomy hall ten thousand feet underground, a gaunt figure seated cross-legged within a terrifying energy formation suddenly opened his eyes.
Those eyes had no pupils, only pure blackness, and radiated a suffocating, terrifying aura.
His gaze pierced through layers of rock and spatial barriers, turning toward Chu Zhou's location. After a moment of silence, he spoke slowly, his voice low and hoarse. "The imprint has vanished."
"Chu Zhou... a