"I fell asleep again without realizing it!"
The Daoist turned his head in puzzlement and looked around. After a while, he muttered to himself.
Then he suddenly looked in one direction.
"Hmm? There is an extremely familiar aura over there. This is..."
For a time, he sank into thought again. His long slumber had left him unable to recall many things at once. He remembered that it did not seem to have been long since his previous sleep.
"Didn't my disciple leave? Why does this aura seem like something he left behind? Could it be that I only just fell asleep?"
With that thought, the Daoist immediately stepped forward. His figure flickered and vanished without a trace.
Just like that, he casually walked out through the sect-protecting grand formation of the "Holy Demon Palace," a formation that even Xiahou Shangxie feared.
Even one of the Holy Demon Palace's Spirit Transformation cultivators currently on rotation failed to notice anything.
The Daoist's figure turned into a void, carrying not the slightest trace of aura as he passed through the Holy Demon Palace's countless restrictions in an instant.
As though entering an uninhabited realm, he followed that familiar aura and soon appeared above the dense forest behind the Holy Demon Palace.
Hovering in the air, he looked down at the layers upon layers of activated restrictions below. Without the slightest hesitation, he took another step down from the sky.
His figure then melted into the forest below like flowing water.
Not a single restriction sounded an alarm in this place, which the white-haired young man and the gorgeous woman regarded as the Holy Demon Palace's strongest line of defense.
The Daoist appeared atop the tree above the white-haired young man's head. Standing on a branch, he was utterly soundless, like a true ghost.