"Brother Ye, we’ve caught a big fish!"
Fang Zheng’s face was flushed, his scalp tingling with excitement.
When he first entered that strange space and saw Ye Ancai, who had been immobilized by Brother Ye, he had also spotted something he hadn’t laid eyes on in over a decade—
A chat interface!
This thing was special, anchored in the sea of consciousness and operable directly through thought. But for convenience, most group members preferred projecting the panel into the real world.
After all, aside from transmigrators whose soul fluctuations met the criteria, ordinary people couldn’t see it at all, so there was no need to hide it.
But Fang Zheng just so happened to meet the conditions. And with Ye Ancai immobilized, unaware that he was also a fellow transmigrator, he had carelessly operated the chat right in front of Fang Zheng—exposing everything!
Who was Fang Zheng?
A guy who had ridden Brother Yi’s coattails back when the chat group was still intact!
Though his cultivation level was still low, his vision was absolutely strategic-tier!
So when he saw Ye Ancai still using the chat group normally, he had already pieced together the truth behind the group’s collapse!
If his guess was right, the shutdown of the chat group had to be Brother Yi’s doing—a split!
Otherwise, how could a measly early-stage True Immortal like Ye Ancai have a peak ranking higher than Brother Ye, who had been a mid-stage True Immortal for ten years?
Meaning, their faction was the splinter group, while Ye Ancai belonged to the orthodox faction!
And the reason their splinter group had gone offline was likely to evade pursuit by the orthodox faction!
As for this orthodox member who had suddenly barged into the Purple Star Continent... he couldn’t be allowed to stay!
But whether to kill or spare him wasn’t Fang Zheng’s call—he had to report to Brother Yi!
The moment this realization struck, Fang Zheng didn’t hesitate. He stepped forward and knocked out the immobilized Ye Ancai with a single elbow strike!
A mid-stage Pseudo-Immortal knocking out an early-stage True Immortal?
It sounded absurd, but the real heavy hitter was Ye Wuchen, a peak True Immortal. He had been the one to suppress Ye Ancai first, preventing him from using the strange space to mount an effective counterattack. Fang Zheng was just the finisher, the straw that broke the camel’s back!
Whoosh!
Ye Wuchen stored the blood-stained pouch, now emitting eerie fluctuations after activation, into an isolated pocket dimension. Only then did he let out a long breath and ask gravely, "What big fish?"
Fang Zheng replied solemnly, "He’s a group member—and he can still use the chat group normally!"
"Let’s go find Brother Yi!"
Ye Wuchen immediately understood. Without hesitation, he swept up the unconscious Ye Ancai, Fang Zheng, and the still-snoring Fang Fan, then shot straight toward the Illusory Star Grotto.
Inside the Illusory Star Grotto.
Chen Yi’s true form appeared to be meditating, but in reality, his consciousness was wandering afar, manipulating the scattered Chaos Colored Pearls to lay his schemes.
The Little Golden Dragon was currently leading a team of eleven—all Celestial Immortals and above—on a resource-gathering mission in the so-called "Immortal Realm."
Why was Chen Yi so certain this "Immortal Realm" was fake?
Simple!
If it were the real Immortal Realm, the Chaos Colored Pearls would have sensed the aura of the Immortal Ascension Tribulation!
But in this "Immortal Realm," the aura was so faint it might as well not exist—like a fleeting trace left behind by the tribulation, gone with a single breath.
Combined with Wuji’s strange behavior when he had tried to force his way in...
This "Immortal Realm" had to be a front set up by Wuji to avoid direct contact with the lower realms!
Though he didn’t know what in the lower realms could make an Immortal Emperor so cautious, since Wuji insisted on keeping his distance, Chen Yi wasn’t about to hold back!
Immediately, he quietly gathered all the Chaos Colored Pearls carried by the team members—except for the Little Golden Dragon—into one place.
In this "Immortal Realm" under Wuji’s control, directly attacking the team was too risky. And without knowing what tricks Wuji had planted on them, Chen Yi would never attempt to control them either!
Back when he hadn’t understood Wuji’s depths, he had carelessly consumed something from him and paid the price—having to sever 60% of his tainted soul power, spending a full decade recovering!
Such a painful lesson had to be remembered.
After all, Wuji wasn’t Ling Xiao. The man had too many schemes, and a single misstep could lead to disaster. Vigilance was a must!
Speaking of Ling Xiao... what the hell was that idiot up to lately?
Making me shoulder Wuji’s pressure without even offering compensation? How shameless!
Knock knock knock...
Just as he was stewing, a gentle, polite rapping sounded at the door.
Outside the Illusory Star Grotto, Ye Wuchen held Ye Ancai aloft, barely containing his excitement as he called out softly,
"Brother Yi, may we come in? We’ve got a surprise for you!"
Hearing this, Chen Yi’s interest was piqued.
Who was Ye Wuchen?
His lucky general!
And with Fang Zheng, another top-tier strategist, by his side?
Whatever surprise these two had cooked up couldn’t possibly be ordinary.
"Come in. Let’s see it!"
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