Chu Mo shot him a glance but did not deny it.
After pairing [Cutting Human Lifespans] with [Great Dream of the Mortal World], the expenditure had indeed dropped considerably.
A single instant in a dream could span a hundred years. Although it could not compare to the true passage of time, it still carried something of the changing sun and moon.
He raised his eyes toward Xuan Cheng. There was nothing around him, and his dreamscape was invisible to the naked eye. Yet through the mysteries left by the Ink Seal, Chu Mo could still sense those cultivators from the Profound Li Realm.
After a moment's thought, Chu Mo asked, "Senior brother, what do you intend to do with those people?"
At this, Xuan Cheng's smile faded. "They may be Outer Dao cultivators, but they are Fourth Tier, after all. Killing them would be a waste-keep them trapped for now. Once this realm is pacified, we'll see whether they are willing to submit. Failing that, I'll feed them into my dream to nurture a little more reality."
With a few brief words, ownership of those natives was settled.
Chu Mo's eyes flickered, but he said nothing.
In any case, those who died beneath the Ink Seal could never escape the fate of having their true spirits enter the Soul Banner.
"Let's go. There's plenty more work ahead."
At Xuan Cheng's call, the Immortal Vessel rose in a blaze of splendor and sailed into the distance.
The Southern Li Continent stretched boundlessly.
Although it was only a medium-sized continent within the Profound Separation Realm, it spanned a million li in every direction and held countless living beings. Powers great and small were tangled together like roots and branches, each with its own rules.
Now, however, all of that had become fleeting