The gale stopped abruptly.
Deathly silence returned to the world. Snowflakes drifted down once more.
"My lord, are we just letting them go?" Heavenly Hatred True Lord withdrew his demonic qi and walked to Chen Lin's side, his face pained. "That was a Demon Prince. If we killed him, the heavenly treasures he carried could support an entire major sect."
"If you killed him, could you get out in one piece?" Chen Lin glanced at him.
Heavenly Hatred True Lord shrank back and coughed awkwardly. Di Shisan's aura had been far too sinister. If they truly brought out their trump cards, these old bones of his would probably fall apart first.
"Get aboard. We're heading back to the village."
Chen Lin turned toward the Heavenly Shuttle's cabin door. Yun Sheng sheathed her sword and hurried after him. Watching his straight-backed figure, she felt that this man carried a burden on his shoulders that even someone at Nascent Soul could not fathom.
Inside the Main Control Room, the formation activated. The Heavenly Shuttle tore through space, speeding toward Yicheng.
Chen Lin stood before the porthole, toying with the green Bodhi Seed.
A century of uncertainty.
He glanced down at the Advanced Storage Ring on his finger. He did not need to wait a century. With these hundreds of thousands of mid- and high-grade spirit stones and the complete Taiyin Breathing Technique, he could trample the heavens beneath his feet.
The Red Hotline Phone on the table vibrated.
Chen Lin answered it.
"Advisor Chen!" Ye Wenjun's anxious voice came through. "Satellite monitoring shows that the ultra-high-energy readings from Kunlun have disappeared. The Theater Command's missiles have locked onto the coordinates. Should we launch a saturation strike?"
"Stand down the missiles. Just keep the outer cordon in place," Chen Lin said calmly. "The