This was only natural. Mahayana cultivators who joined the three great hegemonic clans not only enjoyed the resources those three clans funneled toward them, but could also avoid the "threats" of the three clans... being barred from cultivating in the "Minor Immortal Realm" and thus destroying their own foundations.
Yet Golden Whale Adept, who had advanced to the Mahayana realm through blood sacrifice, possessed one of the most mediocre foundations among all the Mahayana cultivators of the Spirit Realm.
Both were human, both were Mahayana cultivators, yet their circumstances were as far apart as heaven and earth. How could he not harbor some jealousy and hatred over it?
"Fine. Since Fellow Daoist Wei refuses to yield and has no possibility of rejoining our Spirit Realm Human Race, then... the two of us can only have a bout."
"If Fellow Daoist Wei wins, I will naturally agree to your terms. My human race will exhaust every possible means—up to the blue heavens and down to the yellow springs—to kill Heavenly Flame. But if Fellow Daoist Wei loses, then whether we pursue Heavenly Flame or slaughter the Ming Clan bloodline shall be decided by our human race alone. Fellow Daoist Wei must not interfere again, nor inquire into our clan's internal affairs."
Golden Whale Adept's soul fragment took a deep breath, as though he had made some momentous decision. With a flick of his sleeve, he sent Luo Yunsou a thousand miles away with magical power, then spoke those words in a faintly cold voice.
In the cultivation world, strength reigned supreme.
When an agreement could not be reached, there was only one option: fight it out and let strength decide what followed.
"And what does Fellow Daoist mean by this?" Wei Tu raised his brows slightly at the sight, appraising Golden