It was July, and the boundless sea of sand remained shrouded in scorching heat.
Inside the makeshift camp, several cultivators sitting cross-legged awoke one after another. Looking up at the rising sun on the horizon, they still wore the lingering fear of having narrowly escaped death:
"Thank goodness it was an illusion, or I would have died and had my Dao extinguished just now..."
"Not just you. Even Zen Master Wuxin couldn't last two exchanges. Looking at it now, even within the Sixth Realm, there are differences..."
"Isn't that obvious? Shang Lianbi is the foremost figure openly active in the Cultivation Dao. Even counting the recluses, he'd rank in the top three. We juniors are just making up the numbers. It mainly comes down to experts of his generation like Qixia True Person and the Goddess of War..."
"It's daylight already. Did they stop him?"
"Stopping Shang Lianbi should be no problem, but the Corpse Ancestor was just going through the motions the whole time. Hard to say..."
Lü Yan and the others gathered to talk. They still didn't know what had happened afterward inside the Secret Realm, but they didn't need their elders to direct their next move. It would be best if Qixia True Person and Xie Jinhuan could seal off both enemies' escape. But if the Corpse Ancestor's devilry rose a foot higher and he actually found a chance to escape, he would inevitably occupy Yang Huaxian's or Shang Lianbi's body. After that, there was only one road back to his peak-going to Dragonbone Shoal to collect Shang Lianbi's gifts!
Shang Lianbi had monopolized Dragonbone Shoal for over a century, and no one could rival the wealth he had accumulated. Setting aside the Heavenly Treasures, spirit fields, mines, lovely wives, Octopus Lady, and so forth, the enormous