"Huff… I've finally stabilized my realm." Feifei exhaled slowly, adjusting her clothes as she inspected herself, feeling the brimming power within her.
She then felt something was odd, closing her eyes as her senses coursed through the Laws that she had comprehended, traveling through the God Realm before arriving at a tiny pool on which an altar had been placed. It consisted of all the Laws that formed her Spiritual Incarnation, the method that could be used to contact her, left behind by the founding ancestor of the Golden Gate Sect.
"Feifei is still in the Mountain Sect. We have to hurry," an old man said so as the group behind him nodded before entering a portal that manifested before them.
The portal vanished as the old man grabbed a swirling sphere in his hand. He was a famous Primal God in the God Realm, his fame known among countless continents. He was a ruthless cultivator that had once bathed countless continents into a sea of blood singlehandedly.
It was not to mention the fact that he was an expert in the laws of space, impossible to be countered. He appeared wherever he wished to do so, stealing things, severing heads, and leaving silently, without so much a trace.
Currently, he was the vice sect leader of the Golden Gate Sect. He was the reason the Golden Gate Sect hadn't been annihilated yet, having already pocketed all the important resources of the sect beforehand.
So, when the Mist Sect invaded, they didn't obtain any significant wealth but would have to rely upon what was produced in the four continents that they now controlled.
Plus, before making his escape, he had severely injured two Primal Gods from the Mist Sect, causing them to tend to their injuries for five decades with no signs of recovering yet.
Pocket Immortal!
This was his title, specifying his ability to create pocket dimensions that he carried with him. He carried countless such pocket dimensions with him and detonated them while facing enemies. The rampant ejection of various laws was capable of wounding even Primal Gods depending on how big the pocket dimension was.
"Hmm, I cannot feel any spatial coordinates to the Mountain Sect, but…" The Pocket Immortal frowned before muttering, "But reaching the Guria Continent is easy. Then again, I need to conserve my power. Without any spatial coordinates to the destination, I'll have to hop from one continent to another while bringing everyone with me."
He sighed, muttering, "That'll take a lot of time."
"This guy…" Having observed them, Feifei frowned. When the other party tried to determine her position through that altar, Feifei had used it in reverse to spy upon them.
To be honest, she didn't want them to find her. After all, it wasn't as if she had that good of an impression of the Golden Gate Sect anyway. They were just a sect that she had joined to survive in the God Realm.
Plus, she hadn't been part of them long enough to become attached to them either. But throughout the Sub-Realm, she had to face enemies from the Mist Sect, all because of the fact that she was part of the Golden Gate Sect and had inherited its founding ancestor's Spiritual Incarnation.
She had only faced trouble because of them. Out of all of them, only the elder that had taken care of her did Feifei have a favorable impression of.
But that was all there was, just a favorable impression. It wasn't as if that elder had gone out of her way to help her or anything.
But now, the reason they were looking for her was simple. They wished to use her Spiritual Incarnation to improve their strength. As simple as that. After that, they would wage war with the Mist Sect again, repeating history.
She didn't wish to become a part of that, never again. Also, she didn't wish to implicate Krune and others because of her. She had thought of leaving the sect on numerous occasions just to keep Krune safe.
But, the moment she had the thought and tried to leave, Zamura prevented her. No matter what she tried, she wasn't able to get past him. "If you want to leave, do that after Krune returns. You do realize that Krune won't even bat an eye if you implicate him in danger, right?"
Zamura had been pretty stubborn back then. So, left with no other choice, Feifei wholeheartedly focused on her cultivation to become as strong as possible.
Suddenly, she sensed a terrifying aura as her eyes widened. Flustered, she destroyed her cultivation chambers and shot towards the air, worried that the Mist Sect had already invaded them.
But then, she noticed a familiar scene forming in the clouds, stopping as her eyes twitched, tracing towards the source to see the frustrated expression of Krune on the Cultivation Lotus.
"Pfftt…!" She began to laugh right after, flashing through the air as she landed before Krune, hugging him lightly as she said, "Welcome back!"
She then escaped from the scene immediately, as if fleeing from the area, gazing at the clouds from time to time.
"…" Krune wanted to cry as he watched Feifei stopping at a safe distance before erecting a comfortable platform, arranging a sofa on which she slumped, taking out a variety of food items that she began to much upon while gazing at the scene, clearly prepared to witness the spectacle.
"Shit!" He facepalmed upon seeing Zamura riling up all the sect members to make a large circle around him, transporting the seats from the arena and even began to charge them for spectator fees.
It seemed that he had clearly heard a lot of stories from Feifei, judging by how excited he was.
"Ufufufu! You can't chase me now, can you?" Followed by parlous laughter, Little Cally's voice resounded, causing Krune's mood to worsen.
Relishing his worsening mood, Little Cally gloated, "Your Majesty here worked hard on this one. Take a gander and appreciate my efforts, will you?"
"Those cute little lightning dragons…" Its tone became pure as if belonging to a child. "Why don't you receive them to your face?"
As if triggered by its voice, a massive lightning dragon spanning a length of two hundred meters arced through the air before slamming into Krune, destroying the surroundings.