Not long after the Evil Nightmare Clone left, Supreme Pontiff Zhongli returned to his secret chamber, humming a tune, to see how his proudest creation was doing.
Zhongli Wu was still quite confident. After all, he was the first-generation modification Douluo, the founding patriarch who had blazed a trail of his own.
"Hehehe... Blue Silver Saintess, your pontiff is here to see you!"
Zhongli Wu pushed the door open and entered, but the figure he had expected to see was nowhere to be found. All that remained was an empty pool of blood.
A cold wind blew past, leaving only a petrified Zhongli Wu and a tumbleweed rolling beside him.
"Where the fuck is my saintess?!"
Over in the Douluo Three Kingdoms, the nine-ring powerhouses also grew busy. With everyone placing their hopes in him, Xuan Zi snuck into Mingdu in thoroughly furtive fashion and began surveying its terrain, preparing to dig ten underground passages.
The passages were meant for retreat. They did not necessarily have to lead straight to the Sun Moon Imperial Palace, but they had to be concealed well enough for the Titled Douluo raiding Mingdu to withdraw as quickly as possible.
Xuan Zi was still dependable when he got serious. His usual failures came from alcohol frying his brain. Naturally, he dared not let drinking ruin something this important, so his efficiency improved considerably.
With all of them busy, Ye Qing did not keep sitting back and watching the show either.
Come to think of it, he seemed to have had very little time to truly relax and enjoy himself. Ever since awakening his Martial Soul, he had constantly been busy finding ways to improve his strength.
"Time waits for no one. Once I become a god and live forever, I can slack off however