In the New World, behind the False Heaven's Will Sect.
When Yichu's embodiment in the Present World opened his eyes, Chu Mo and Ming Su were waiting quietly nearby.
"How did it go?" Primordial Beginning asked.
Yichu sat down again, his gaze settling on Chu Mo. "Continue your work in the Mystic Court. Trick as many cultivators below the Spirit Realm as possible into entering this world."
Chu Mo's eyes flickered. "Trick them into this world?"
Yichu nodded. "Divine Officials are the Mystic Court's most basic foundation. Weaken them, and the Heavenly Emperor of the Mystic Court will naturally feel the effects. You needn't worry about anything else. Just go ahead without holding back."
He glanced at Chu Mo, who seemed about to say something, and said coolly, "Don't ask too many questions."
The corner of Chu Mo's mouth twitched. "You have that much confidence in me?"
Shaking his head inwardly, he arrived at an answer, then cupped his hands. "Your disciple accepts the order."
With that, he turned and stepped into the Descent Channels.
Seeing how readily Chu Mo agreed, Yichu felt somewhat surprised. This brat certainly has some nerve.
Primordial Beginning smiled faintly. "Without that nerve, how would he dare take the initiative to step onto the battlefield between me and the Heavenly Dao? To serve as my vanguard, in a bid to
win my attention?"
"?" Yichu glanced at him and said flatly, "Weren't you the one who told him to go in the first place?"
"That's not important."
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Yichu gave him another long, searching look.
How long has he even been in Tribulation Deliverance? Why does he seem more and more like one of them?
Chu Mo passed through the Descent Channels and returned to the Mystic Court.
In the Dipper Department's main hall, the