At the back of Cloudsoaring Mountain in the Cloudsoaring Sect, in the Realm of Flame Heaven...

Li Jing, the sectmaster of the Blood Sect, once again flew along riding her Blood Lotus.

It was already the third time she had visited this place.

It was early in the morning. Mist and clouds wreathed the mountaintop. Half-asleep and half-awake, Wu Ji seemed to be drifting in his mind.

Only when Li Jing landed in front of him did he slowly open his eyes. He took a glance at her and asked with an expressionless face, “Why are you here again?”

Li Jing’s face looked grim. “Where is Nie Tian anyway?”

“I’ve told you already. I know nothing of his whereabouts.” Wu Ji’s tone was cold.

After pondering in silence for a short while, Li Jing sighed deeply and said, “The Demon Qi that leaks out of the spatial rift close to the Hell Sect is getting thicker and thicker. And the speed at which it is spreading also far exceeds our expectations. If it goes on like this, the Hell Sect will be forced to move in two years tops.”

“It has nothing to do with me.” Wu Ji sounded impatient.

Li Jing’s beautiful eyebrows knit together. “Perhaps the well-being of the Hell Sect doesn’t concern you, but what about the Realm of Flame Heaven? Considering the speed at which the Demon Qi is spreading, perhaps it won’t even take ten years. In seven to eight years, the entire Realm of Flame Heaven will be covered in dense Demon Qi. If it comes to that, even if the outsiders don’t launch another...