Shi Yi picked up the weakened Bai Zhimiao and walked out of the Dark Cage.
He was about to retrace his steps when he suddenly felt as though needles were pricking his back.
He was now a lofty Quasi-Immortal Emperor. Who could give him such a feeling? Only another Quasi-Immortal Emperor could do so.
Shi Yi's expression grew grave. His gaze turned cold as he looked back.
He saw an enormous figure seated at the far end of this dark space, hazy and indistinct. Its eyes were cold to the extreme, devoid of all emotion, and stared straight at him.
Shi Yi suspected that this was Cang Emperor, the only one awake among the four dark Quasi-Immortal Emperors.
This dark space was where they imprisoned the Primordial Spirits of prodigies. A being of Shi Yi's level could easily be discovered and sensed upon entering.
His eyes shone brilliantly, like two lamps in the boundless night, as he met that being's gaze.
At the same time, he kept moving, leaving this place at great speed.
In the end, the being in the darkness did not strike, merely watching Shi Yi depart.
He sat within the central Imperial Palace of the Dark Heavenly Court, dressed in a loose Emperor's Robe, a nine-colored Emperor's Crown upon his head. His eyes were like golden lamps, terrifying and soul-piercing.
Within that vast Imperial Palace, there were no subordinates, no heavenly soldiers or generals. There was only this being, all alone, as though savoring the loneliness of countless ages.
"How many years has it been? I wake from a slumber, and another Quasi-Immortal Emperor has been born on the other side of the sea?" this cold being murmured to himself.
Within the dark space, Shi Yi sped back with Bai Zhimiao's Primordial Spirit. Along the way,