The Magnetic Essence Griffin's wings tore through the void as it carried Han Li out through the violently trembling Bronze Giant Gate of the Burial God Abyss. The interception or chaos he had anticipated never came. The Blackstone Plains beyond the gate lay utterly empty. Only lingering fluctuations of spiritual power and scattered traces of battle suggested that a brief, small-scale clash had taken place here. Both sides seemed to have withdrawn, leaving only wreckage and the silence that followed bloodshed.
It seemed that during the considerable time he and the griffin had spent fighting for their lives and undergoing rebirth within the secret realm, the situation in the Heavenly South had shifted like wind and cloud. The demonic path had not launched a full-scale invasion. Perhaps Nangong Wan, Lu Yun, and the others who had remained behind had relied on the Star Palace's defensive formation and the assembled forces of the Righteous Path Alliance to repel its probing attacks. Or perhaps the demonic path was waiting for the outcome within the secret realm-or brewing an even greater conspiracy.
Whatever the case, undercurrents were surely surging through the Heavenly South now, and he urgently needed to return and stabilize the situation. Yet Han Li knew that he had only just broken through to the Nascent Soul late stage. His cultivation had not fully stabilized, and he had yet to organize and improve his abilities. More importantly, the Grand Elder's remnant soul needed nurturing, while the griffin needed to refine that drop of Ancient God Essence Blood as soon as possible to replenish its origin and seek a breakthrough. If he rushed back in less than peak condition and encountered a powerful enemy, things could turn out worse instead.
*I need to find somewhere secluded, enter seclusion for a while, and