Demonic Heavenly Domain, Heavenly Peace Ancient Stockade.
Night hung low.
Though countless stars could be seen in the night sky here, it was far from clear and pristine.
Instead, an eerie dark red always tinged it.
At that moment.
On a towering, isolated summit behind the ancient stockade.
Ye Li sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed and his breathing long and steady.
His slender figure looked out of place against that eerie dark-red sky, yet he anchored the world like a pillar, suppressing every disturbance for a million miles around.
A long while passed.
After withdrawing his divine sense from the Soul Anchor Points he had placed throughout the area.
He finally opened his eyes, revealing a disappointment he could scarcely conceal.
"It's been almost three days. Still not here?"
As time passed.
Not only had the [Dao Scripture My Book], which had originally lost its luster, fully recovered, but his true spirit and Immortal Power reserves had also returned to their peak condition.
They were ready to surge forth at any moment.
And after so much time had elapsed.
No matter how chaotic and slow to react the Demonic Heavenly Domain was, the Demon Race Saint Venerables entrenched in its depths should have noticed the abnormality here long ago.
He just did not know... what those old bastards were dragging their feet over.
"I hope they're cooking up something big for me."
Ye Li exhaled softly, his fingers tapping his knee unconsciously as irritation rose within him.
He had always valued efficiency when hunting down his prey.
So even when baiting a trap, he rarely let it drag on this long.
If he had not been worried that the Demon Race Saint Venerables would scatter and flee, making the subsequent pursuit too troublesome.
Ye Li would have grabbed his