Ten minutes later, the Black Silver Corpse Puppets all returned.
They had no need to report. Once they entered the range of the Supernatural Power controlling them, everything they had sensed passed into their master's Consciousness Sea.
"The road ahead is long. There are several forks farther on, and they keep branching as they descend, like a maze," Su Beiyan said slowly. "But there is no danger."
"Hm?" Fan Baimo frowned. "When I came here back then, I encountered a giant demon blocking the very first fork. It's gone now?"
"That was decades ago, after all. Changes are perfectly normal," Su Beimo said. "Besides, even if it's a great demon you couldn't handle, it won't be a problem with me here."
"Of course." Fan Baimo gave an awkward smile.
From the scattered remarks they had exchanged during their brief time together here, Yue Wen had roughly deduced what had happened between these two.
Back then, after Wang Jiangchen, the Cult Leader of the Demon God Cult, mysteriously disappeared, his Eight Great Protectors had struggled on for a while before internal disagreements arose.
Fan Baimo's strength had been middling then, not quite the worst, while Su Beimo had been the lowest-ranked Protector.
Several of them, including Fan Baimo, had felt they might as well disband. Without the Demon God Cult's name hanging over them, the Five Great Immortal Sects and the Supernatural Affairs Bureau would stop pursuing them so relentlessly.
The others, including Su Beimo, had felt that no matter how difficult the times became, the Demon God Cult's banner must not fall. They had chosen to hold on and wait for Wang Jiangchen's return.
Later, those who wanted to disband had left the Demon God Cult. Fan Baimo had come to Northern Sky Province and founded Flame Ghost Hall, only