Several more hours passed.
The talisman's light flickered, and Ming Su's voice slowly emerged. "I've reported this matter to the association. Continue according to plan. Suppress those who need suppressing and absorb those who can be absorbed. As for those Heaven's Chosen-leave them alone for now."
Chu Mo raised his brows slightly. "Leave them alone?"
"Yes," Ming Su said mildly. "Since the [Heaven's Chosen] have chosen to avoid our edge for now, they must still have reservations. Take control of the Southern Li Continent first, and make it fall from truth into falsehood."
Chu Mo sighed. "All right."
After a few more words of advice from Ming Su, the Communication Talisman's radiance faded, returning to silence.
Xuan Cheng glanced at Chu Mo and spoke first. "Junior brother, in that case, let us continue."
Chu Mo nodded. Though the risks in this realm had risen sharply, he showed not the slightest concern.
With the destruction of Southern Garrison City, the Southern Li Continent fell as well.
Scattered resistance remained, but it could no longer stir up any great waves. Ordinary disciples could easily suppress it without Chu Mo lifting a finger, leaving him with an utterly leisurely life.
One day, Chu Mo sat in his newly built temporary palace, turning a small banner over in his hands as he marveled, "What a bumper harvest this year-"
Points of soul-light rose and sank within the banner, a full million of them, all collected from the Profound Separation Realm.
"Once I hand these true spirits over to my true body, [Realm Yin-Yang] should gain quite a bit of power."
Chu Mo's true body had never entered the Profound Separation Realm. Only an other-self aspect was here. Otherwise, he would have fled long ago. One look at those Heaven's Chosen told him they were