Li Mo's actions were not unnoticed; at the moment of implanting the Fake Buddha, a faintly perceptible gaze swept by.
However, compared to the Twelve Immortals, he appeared insignificant. Even if he could easily destroy the Demon Cultivators of the Ten Desires Forest, it wouldn't stir up any waves.
"Perhaps, in the eyes of both Daoist and Demon sides, I am still merely a pawn meant to draw attention to the Twelve Immortals."
Li Mo felt lingering fear, but taking risks for the Divine Separation Stage was reasonable.
He sat in the underground cave, organizing the complex situation, realizing that the forces engaged in the struggle were far more than just the Twelve High-level Practitioners.
The major sects behind the practitioners were likely waiting for the situation to escalate. Could Zu Xiuyun truly have a chance to overturn things?
Li Mo's limited perspective made it hard for him to believe the Twelve Immortals could contend against the entire Cultivation World.
