“Wait, hold on, Master,” Confucian Daoless said, looking surprised. “Didn’t you just say that you would have one of your Dragonfolk seniors go in your stead? Now you’re saying you’re going to go personally?”

“I did say that. But you made me realize that holing up in here isn’t going to help me deal with the Immortal-Slayer’s Sect. I'm a child of the Dragonfolk! I should be out roaming the highest heavens, not stuck in here like a turtle who refuses to come out of its shell!”

Laughing heartily, Yang Qi rose to his feet. “Take your leave for now. I need to make some preparations. We leave in a month. I'm going to go into seclusion for that time to work on a secret Dragonfolk magic that will let me make millions upon millions of clones. That way, if the Immortal-Slayer’s Sect ends up coming after me, they’ll never be able to find my true self. I’ll also have one of the elders from the Eight Tribes Heaven create a god lamp for me. Once my god lamp is lit, then even if I get killed they can restore my nascent divinity...