Is there a possibility that his disguise had already been seen through?
Wang Jixuan followed behind nine other bereaved-looking Dark Cult immortals, riding the clouds and moving forward slowly.
Taoist Wang was truly uncomfortable now.
What kind of setup was this today?
At first everything had gone according to plan.
That group of Dark Cult immortals had entered the pocket realm alone, and the traps he and Peony had laid were finally useful.
Who could have thought the little realm would only hold up through three detonations before collapsing.
Those ancient demon tribes’ mustard-seed micro-cosmoses really were poor quality!
Originally, Wang Jixuan—who could only get half the results—would have fled far away.
But he was good at finding chances.
He seized one: riding the aftershock of that exploding great fireball, he snatched the body of a low-ranking Dark Cult celestial.
A bold plan took shape in his heart.
Use this false identity, then directly plant an annihilation bomb in the Dark Cult’s headquarters!
Just thinking about it made his blood race.
If he could blow up a bunch of Dark Cult celestials below the rank of celestial immortal, that would at least be interest paid back to his home cultivation world!