Entering Void Valley, Xu Zimo was far more familiar with the way this time.
He spread out his divine soul and sensed the presence of his original body.
Void Valley was incomparably vast. The Space Storm had yet to appear, and the turbulent currents were not particularly fierce. Xu Zimo decided to visit the previous location.
The three moved at tremendous speed. After traveling for nearly an hour,
Xu Zimo's eyes lit up. "I feel it."
He looked toward the southwest, where a strand of demonic qi drifted slowly through the sky.
"This demonic qi..." Seven-Faced Demon General froze for a moment as he sensed that familiar aura.
"Go meet an old acquaintance," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
As the group stepped through the air toward the southwest, that demonic qi seemed to sense the presence of the three as well.
They gazed at one another across a thousand meters of empty space.
"Baimeng," Seven-Faced Demon General murmured.
A towering mountain stood directly ahead. Baimeng was guarding Xu Zimo's original body atop its summit.
When all three landed on the mountaintop, Baimeng burst into laughter. "You old timer, Seven-Faced, you're still alive?"
"Baimeng, stop cawing like a crow. I'm living better than anyone," Seven-Faced Demon General snorted coldly.
"Where did my lord encounter him?" Baimeng asked Xu Zimo with a smile.
Though the body had changed, he could still sense the aura of Xu Zimo's divine soul.
"I..." Before Xu Zimo could speak, Seven-Faced Demon General began shouting from the side, "Why are you asking so clearly? What does it have to do with you?"
Having been trapped inside the Demon Locking Bell for ten million years, Seven-Faced Demon General naturally could not bring himself to lose that much face.
"Enough, stop arguing." Xu Zimo waved a hand.
"Let