The Black Prison Beast was distressed, unexpectedly this troublesome.
"Alright, I'll listen to you. I'll go to the Ninth Layer to lay low, and when it's safe, I'll come back."
...
Land of Darkness.
A world of swamps.
In the underwater palace, Blood Vortex Venerable's eyes flickered.
He had already sensed that his most important and strongest duplication had died, and not of old age, but was killed by the Dusk Palace Master...
"The path of a wizard seems indeed impassable."
"With lifespan stuck here, without outstanding talent and fortune, it all ends up as nothing."
"The Dusk Palace Master is indeed tough, no wonder he's worth a Turtle King Fruit. Now he's thoroughly grown; without level 9, it's hard to take him down. But if level 9 makes a move, it's easy to be sensed by the Wizard Council's powerhouses, losing more than gaining."
