Think of a Way

Returning to the courtyard where he was temporarily staying.

Ye Li sat upright on the couch, regulating the turbulent Magic Power within him as his thoughts churned.

To be honest, this trip to the sword sect had been rather intense.

Zhou Qingyan, at the late seventh level of the Dao Evolution Realm, had absolutely been the most formidable opponent he had encountered recently. Without activating Golden Soul Revival, he was clearly a notch inferior to her.

In other words, at the second level of the Dao Evolution Realm, under normal circumstances, he was at most comparable to an exceptional genius at the seventh level of the Dao Evolution Realm.

It truly was a treasured land capable of producing immortals; the foundations of the geniuses it nurtured were astonishingly deep.

But correspondingly, the gains from this trip had also been exceedingly generous.

[Current Malice Points: points!]

Looking at the number displayed on the panel, a distinct smile unconsciously appeared on Ye Li's face.

It had not been easy.

These nearly ten million Malice Points were the result of the Xuanming Sword Sect working together from top to bottom.

Had Abyssal Depth not acknowledged him as its master at the final moment, the Malice Points in his reserves likely could not have reached such a terrifying figure.

This showed just how valuable a third-level Cosmic Birth Realm sword sect Old Ancestor was.

If he did not lack evidence of the sword sect's crimes, he truly wanted to see just what was so formidable about these so-called Venerables.

"It's fine. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

Ye Li quickly calmed himself. These Renowned Great Sects with Venerables presiding over them possessed deep roots; tug one hair and the whole body moved. Unless something unexpected happened, it was impossible