Ji Ruobing seemed to have seen Xu Zimo's seriousness as well and stopped joking as she normally did.
"Then I'll wait for you at the sect. If anything happens, you can come find me anytime," Ji Ruobing said.
Xu Zimo nodded slightly.
"Oh, right. Be careful of that Holy Son in your sect."
"Don't worry. I've fought him for a long time. Neither of us has managed to defeat the other," Ji Ruobing said with a smile.
Xu Zimo nodded again. Feeling somewhat listless, he mounted the Dark Sky Tiger and slowly departed from the City of Destruction.
Leaning against the Dark Sky Tiger's back, he gazed up at the vault of heaven overhead.
The sky over the Land of Destruction was always black.
"Did the Devil Race of old face such a scene as well?" Xu Zimo chuckled.
The whole world was their enemy.
He even found it difficult to understand. So many Imperial Dynasty Immortal Sects and ancient races—
It was understandable for those who bore grudges against him, but many of them were people he had never even met.
Whether their ancestors had visited them in dreams, he did not know. Yet at this moment, it was no longer important.
The Heavenly Mandate was imminent, and they did not want him to touch it.
Thus, they wanted to eliminate him as quickly as possible.
Or rather, once he bore the Heavenly Mandate, even if these people wanted to do anything, they could no longer possibly be his match.
Therefore, this period should be their last opportunity.
And also their best opportunity.
"The mortal world is like duckweed adrift upon the waves; we are all but ants," Xu Zimo murmured.
The Dark Sky Tiger carried him along with light footsteps, seeking only a quiet place where he could