Inside the Secret Realm, the storm gradually subsided.
Just as the Violet Firmament Prefecture Lord's avatar was about to dissipate completely, its lips moved.
An indifferent, weighty voice ignored the barriers of space and thundered directly in Ye Li's ears:
"Boy, I will remember this grudge."
"If you find the time someday, do visit my Violet Firmament Prefecture. I will certainly give you a warm welcome."
The voice faded.
The violet aura outside the Secret Realm dissipated completely.
Hearing those words, Ye Li could not help clicking his tongue.
He looked in the direction where Chang Leyou had vanished, a trace of regret flashing through his eyes.
There was nothing he could do.
Although his current offensive techniques were enough to sweep through his peers and even defeat those above his realm,
he still sorely lacked the means to stop people from escaping.
"What a shame..."
Ye Li shook his head, brushing aside that sliver of regret.
There was no need to get too upset.
After all, his opponent was a Myriad Manifestations Dao Lord standing at the pinnacle of the Southern Region. It would have been surprising if he lacked even the ability to save his only son from tens of millions of miles away.
Still, the feud had now been established.
Since that was the case, once Ye Li reached the [Myriad Manifestations Realm], he would certainly have to pay him a visit.
"Chang Leyou, you won't escape me forever."
This battle had also made Ye Li keenly aware of the gulf created by differences in Martial Dao realms.
In the future, he would have to specifically strengthen his means of preventing escape so that even a mighty cultivator's intervention could not foil them.
With that thought,
Ye Li turned to survey the corpse-strewn ruins around him and