His greatest concern was that Xuan Mang Venerable, thinking Han Yi was a newly-ascended Heavenly Venerate, would underestimate him. A slight miscalculation once they engaged in battle could lead to the collapse of the entire dike.
Of course, recalling Han Yi's confidence, a sense of unease still lingered in his heart, but matters had reached this point. He couldn't simply let Brother Xuan Mang go alone; he had no choice but to follow.
On the other side.
After leaving the Ten Thousand Travel Palace, Han Yi felt a faint sense of being spied upon—a sensation forged through his many years of life-and-death struggles.
He didn't stop moving but checked himself over carefully and took out the Yunmu Ancient Sword he had obtained earlier, inspecting it again, only to find nothing out of the ordinary.
Immediately afterward.
He took out five Origin Crystals and, with a mere thought, absorbed them into about five hundred thousand Life Seeds.