Chu Xingchen walked toward the discussion hall of the Temporary Hub with a fairly easy stride.
Most of the organizations connected to Evil Cultivators and the Devil Race that had been uncovered on the surface in Dongsheng Shenzhou had already been thoroughly purged. Even if a few fish had slipped through the net, they were small fry deemed useless, and could be left alone to see where they would swim.
However, any organization of even modest substance had the ritual Winter Melon had mentioned, the one capable of spanning two worlds. None was complete, though, and they were practically all identical, offering little to draw on.
They appeared far too frequently, as though Xu Linglong were deliberately reminding him over and over-you have no choice but to investigate with all your might, but none of it means anything.
Chu Xingchen understood this perfectly, but his state of mind remained entirely unaffected.
After all, he, too, kept showing Xu Linglong what state he was in-I'm nothing but a ramshackle house now. One kick and I'll collapse. If I collapse, there might well be no one left under heaven who can truly stop you.
There won't be another True Immortal cultivator in this world, either. This is your best opportunity. Hurry up and kill me first, whatever the cost.
What, don't tell me you don't dare?
Whenever someone disgusted Chu Xingchen, his usual choice was to try to disgust them right back. He simply had to keep bouncing around right in front of Xu Linglong.
As for the Grand Formation, Chu Xingchen already had the Map of Heaven's Way, and took time every day to record the conditions of the spirit veins and water veins.
If Xu Linglong truly began experimenting and drew upon and mobilized the spirit veins, this map really