With that conversation, the matter was settled.
Only the tuft of scarlet hair inside the hanging coffin remained an unsolved mystery, lingering in everyone's minds.
"Until we meet again."
After leaving them with that warning, Shen Yun did not linger.
He swept his sleeve, rose with the wind, and set off alone on his return journey.
Everyone watched him depart in solemn silence. Only when his dashing figure vanished into the Cloud Sea did they gradually look away.
"Mr. Shen's word is as good as gold. He would never lie. It seems the time has not yet come for the Immortal King's God Tomb to open."
Senior Brother Shangguan sighed softly, his expression calm. He did not seem particularly concerned.
The reason was simple. Though known as the Fox of Secret Realms, he knew his own limits. How could a mere Half-step Golden Immortal like him covet an Immortal King's supreme inheritance?
"Hmph. Heaven never seals off every road. I don't believe there's any Killing Game where ten die and not one survives."
Brother Shen folded his arms and declared proudly, "I'm only giving Shen Yun face. Otherwise, I could take this Immortal King's tomb in ten days, easy."
"Uh..."
Everyone around him was left speechless by his swagger.
If they had not heard him say "Thanks, big brother" earlier, his ironclad confidence might actually have convinced someone.
"You had better not try, lest you drag Fellow Daoist Shen down with you."
Cang Hao spoke gravely. His fiery eyes, bright as mirrors and deep as abysses, remained fixed on the strange red hair.
"That thing was certainly not left behind by the Ba Snake Old Ancestor. It came from an even more terrifying existence."
With Shen Yun's hint, he had spotted the oddity.
An abundance of Essence Qi could indeed