With Little Martial Saint's departure, the scene gradually fell silent.
Jun Ling Yuan stood wordlessly, like a chess player hidden in the shadows, quietly waiting for his prey to take the bait.
Seeing this, Immortal Elder Yunhe's gaze flickered. He said darkly, "The Sea of Buried Bones is no place of kindness. You sent him there to find someone—hopefully nothing unexpected happens."
As his voice fell, the corners of several Golden Immortals' mouths lifted, their smiles carrying profound meaning.
Everyone present was a ten-thousand-year-old fox. How could they fail to see through Jun Ling Yuan's calculations? They simply understood each other without saying anything, and no one exposed him.
"No harm. With Little Martial Saint's cultivation, as long as he doesn't run into Myriad Sin Corpse Buddha, escaping will be more than easy."
Jun Ling Yuan's tone was casual, and he remained composed and unhurried.
The others, however, all revealed a few traces of apprehension upon hearing the words "Myriad Sin Corpse Buddha."
"This demon has occupied the Sea of Buried Bones for ten million years, devouring the vitality of all living things. Now, it has finally grown into a force to be reckoned with."
A middle-aged Golden Immortal's expression was solemn as he sighed. "If it is allowed to continue developing, it will sooner or later brew a great disaster. By then, our exploration of the Ancient Immortal Realm will surely be obstructed."
Another Golden Immortal also murmured in agreement. "Indeed. I heard it recently devoured a Taotie, and its cultivation advanced again. We absolutely must not be careless."
Myriad Sin Corpse Buddha's strength had now reached the late Golden Immortal stage. Even Immortal Elder Yunhe, powerful as he was, had no confidence that he could defeat it in battle.
Moreover, it possessed every geographical advantage. If it truly