Lü Yang quietly left the Immortal Alliance Headquarters.
All preparations were complete; the rest was up to Mu Changsheng. However, Lü Yang estimated that in the end, Mu Changsheng would still follow his plan.
'After all, he certainly wants to live.'
'The Saint Sect Ancestral Master imprisoned his Soul, which should have been a dead end. However, I gave him the Dao Heart Cultivation Technique, earning him a sliver of a chance at survival.'
'Yet his crisis is far from over. Ang Xiao covets his Body of Daoist Remnant, but that body, combined with the Myriad-Soul Banner used to refine No Heaven, is his final trump card. He can't possibly give it up... so in the end, he and Ang Xiao are bound to clash!'
At this thought, Lü Yang nodded in satisfaction.
'The trap is set. Now I just have to wait for Ang Xiao to take the bait.'
Just then, he suddenly sensed something. He made a quick calculation with his fingers, then chuckled. "Speak of the devil. He's quite fast!"
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