Liu Wuxie stood silently in the shadows, listening intently to their conversation. The mention of the Astral Domain Path, the Central Plains, and returning to the divine race’s ancestral tribe momentarily blanked his mind.0

While he had studied extensively at the House of Tea Art and read about the Central Plains, the Astral Domain Path was entirely new to him. It must have emerged in recent months, likely tied to the reason why the divine race had begun leaving the Divine Light Mountain.0

The two patrolling divinekin left late into the night, leaving behind the two guards dozing off. A small bonfire was in front of them to keep the relentless mosquitoes at bay.0

This was how the stone walls had turned black, charred by the smoke. When the two guards were in deep slumber, Liu Wuxie crept closer with measured steps.0

This part of the area had been largely abandoned by the divine race, presenting him with a rare and golden opportunity. His plan was clear: kill the two guards, rescue Murong Yi’s parents, and then find a way to escape with them.0

Perhaps these guards had been stationed here for far too long, growing complacent over time. Even as Liu Wuxie closed the distance to just five meters, they remained oblivious, showing no...0