The Dragon Blood Bodhi Fruit's flesh was delicate and pleasantly chewy. After eating only half of it, Lin Yi felt his God-Demon Blood Qi rise by a small margin.
He unhurriedly finished the last piece of flesh, casually tossed the pit into his Storage Space, and planned to cultivate and plant it later.
After brushing the crumbs from his hands, Lin Yi glanced at the major forces still locked in a standoff in the distance. The amusement in his eyes faded, replaced by indifference.
These people were fighting until their heads bled over an illusory inheritance, yet they had not even figured out the secret realm's basic rules. How dull.
He did not linger. Turning around, he stepped into the Cave Abode, and the stone door slowly closed behind him, completely shutting out the noise outside.
Inside the Seclusion Chamber, talisman light continued to flow.
Lin Yi sat cross-legged, picked up the Talisman Brush Ji Yuan had left behind, dipped it in Spirit Ink, and rapidly traced patterns across the hundred-thousand-year Talisman Paper.
The brush tip glided across the paper with a soft rustling sound. The talismanic pattern gradually took shape, and an intensely frigid chill spread outward from the talisman.
The turmoil outside did not affect his state of mind in the slightest.
Yet the commotion at the secret realm entrance grew worse by the day.
News that the Myriad Emperor Alliance had lifted its blockade spread through the major cities of the Source Realm as though it had sprouted wings.
In just a few days, even more forces swarmed in. The Tidal Spirit Sea surrounding the Heavenly Palace Secret Realm was packed with countless Flying Boats and warships.
There were ancient aristocratic clans from the main cities, bringing their clan-protecting Emperor Artifacts; reclusive sects and schools that had