Chu Mo pondered for a long time, but still could not make sense of it.
"Forget it. I'll deal with this another day."
He shook his head, setting those thoughts aside for now. With a lift of his hand, a golden Command Token appeared in his palm. At a thought, a message swiftly unfolded before his eyes:
[Official Writ] [Description: An Official Writ from the Mystic Court, a major faction on a certain map. It belongs to the Dipper Department, one of the Three Halls and Eight Departments. Its holder can transmit intelligence, request aid, or relay coordinates to the department. This writ has already been activated and is transmitting coordinate data to the Dipper Department. However, for some unusual reason, no response has yet arrived.]
Chu Mo's gaze settled on the final passage, his expression growing slightly grave.
"When was the Command Token activated? It seems it was already like this before Bitter End and the others started messing with it. Could that Border Intelligence Envoy have activated it upon entering Eternal Night?"
His brows knitted tightly. If that was the case, this Command Token had been transmitting for far too long.
"The Mystic Court. The Dipper Department."
Chu Mo murmured those names, his eyes flickering.
Any faction capable of crossing worlds was no ordinary power. It had to have at least several Fourth Tier experts backing it, and perhaps even beings at the Spirit Transformation level.
If he truly drew people from the Mystic Court into Eternal Night, the trouble would be considerable-and might even prove extremely dangerous.
Fortunately, whether because the signal was too weak or the distance too great, it had yet to establish contact with the Mystic Court.
"Better a fellow Daoist dies than this poor Daoist." Chu Mo's eyes flickered. "I'll have