Eldest Young Master Yun, destined to a life of worry and toil, opened his double pupils slightly. Though he sat motionless, his Immortal Lord divine sense had already spread silently, its countless threads enveloping the entire White Bone Wasteland as he kept constant watch over his younger siblings exploring in every direction.
The area was not particularly vast. Wherever danger suddenly arose, he could rush to their aid in an instant, so there was no need to worry about their safety.
Yun Qing leaned back at ease.
Besides, the Twelve Young Masters of the Yun Clan had never been delicate flowers raised in a hothouse.
As the Yun Clan's finest prodigies, these young masters and ladies had been cherished like the apples of countless Immortal Venerable ancestors' eyes since childhood. Every one of them was laden with protective magic treasures and life-saving secret artifacts bestowed by their elders, with stack after stack of trump cards.
Soul-protecting treasures, ancestors' divine abilities, and all manner of other safeguards were piled together. Even Yun Qing could not guarantee he could count them all at once.
Trying to kill these young masters and ladies would probably be even more absurd than clutching a tortoise shell and trying to gnaw through it, Eldest Young Master Yun, who had the most trump cards of all, mused silently.
Thus, the prodigies had only been swept into the Ghost Realm this time because something like the spatial collapse between two realms was simply too outrageous-a genuine force majeure.
Leaning against the white bones, Yun Qing kept one part of his divine sense on his younger siblings while turning another toward the distant, gray-hazed world. The smile at his lips slowly faded.
The Heavenly Demon, the Ghost Realm, reincarnation, and Yun Chi.
One thing after another seemed to be