"That damned Song Yun! I'll tear her to pieces!"
Baili Zilin was murderous, and only belatedly did he grasp the severity of the situation.
Jimo Qianzhou looked at Baili Zilin, his own fury barely contained.
Song Yun's move had indeed been clever.
But if Baili Zilin hadn't been such a fool, she never would have gotten this opportunity.
Of course, he bore responsibility too—he shouldn't have listened to Baili Zilin's suggestion in the first place.
"Ugh~~"
In the end, all he could do was let out a helpless sigh.
"Young Master Zilin, what's done cannot be undone, but our current position is undeniably passive."
"Even when the Lord emerges from seclusion, at most he can stabilize the situation. To turn things around, we can only rely on you."
"Song Yun may have obtained a legendary power within the Demon Prison Tower, but you too triggered the phenomenon of crimson clouds filling the sky at the Prison Infant God-Calling Altar."
"Even though Song Yun's talent does appear extraordinary and she poses a tremendous threat…"
"If we're being strict about it, you are the orthodox one."
"You… have the ability to surpass her."
Jimo Qianzhou gazed at Baili Zilin with great expectations.
"Don't worry, Uncle Qianzhou. I will definitely reclaim everything." Baili Zilin spoke with full confidence.
He had always been a confident person. Though he knew the phenomenon hadn't actually been caused by him, he still believed that in terms of talent, he would not lose to Song Yun.
He… still had a chance.
…
Long Mucheng, Long Mochuan, Long Moxiao, and Chu Feng—the five of them had now entered the territory of the Divine Body Heavenly River.
They were still traveling through the spatial tunnel.
Chu Feng already knew that not only was Long Mucheng about to break through to the Heavenly God Realm, but Long Mochuan and Long Moxiao, these two Spirit World Masters, had also been strengthened and were now Nine-grade True Dragons.
This was all thanks to the reward they received after repairing the Spirit World Emperor's territory.
But that reward hadn't been left by the Spirit World Emperor—it had been bestowed by the mysterious woman who had captured the Dragon Breath Clan.
A casual bestowal, yet one that brought such tremendous benefits. This naturally served as a testament to the gap in their strength.
The Dragon Breath Clan, so powerful in the eyes of the world, were nothing more than playthings before a supreme powerhouse.
And when the matter was mentioned, he was quite intrigued as well.
Since they were no outsiders, Long Mucheng didn't conceal anything and related the whole affair.
"Such a formidable figure actually exists in today's vast Cultivation World?"
"With that level of strength, even the Seven Realms Holy Domain would have to think twice, wouldn't they?"
"The ancient races truly are a considerable threat," he sighed, worry creeping involuntarily into his expression.
After all, based on current clues, that mysterious woman was most likely from an ancient race, and certainly not someone of the current era.
And given the current state of affairs, where the ancient and modern factions stood opposed to one another, that woman's power was naturally a threat to them.
"Haha, don't worry." But upon hearing this, Long Mucheng burst out laughing, then said: "If that lady wished to dominate the vast Cultivation World, even the Seven Realms Holy Domain would be absolutely powerless to stop her."
"The fact that the Cultivation World still maintains its current state simply proves that her interests lie elsewhere."
But on this point, he did not agree.