"Is You Chaosheng his name?"
Su Yun could not be certain that You Chaosheng was the Three-Eyed Dao God's name. After all, they spoke different languages, and You Chaosheng was a name rendered phonetically.
Su Yun had announced his own title, figuring that the other party would likewise announce his name when they parted.
Su Yun stopped and did not continue the pursuit. There were simply too many mortals traveling from the Sixth Immortal Realm to the Seventh Immortal Realm. He was nearing the end of his strength; if he did not treat his wounds now, his cultivation might be damaged, and he might even be left with hidden ailments.
He stopped to rest and found a battlement to sit down on with difficulty, hissing through his teeth from the pain.
Su Yun reluctantly activated his cultivation technique and refined a small amount of Immortal Qi. As the Innate Purple Mansion Scripture circulated, it transformed the Immortal Qi into Innate Primordial Qi. Only with threads of Innate Primordial Qi could the Dao injuries on his body be somewhat suppressed.
He shifted his buttocks, lest the blood on his back stick to the wall behind him. If the blood in his wounds congealed, tearing himself away from the wall would hurt terribly.
Ahead of him were the people migrating from the Sixth Immortal Realm. People constantly collapsed and died along the way, their bodies turning into calamity ash. Yet the people seemed numb, not even sparing a glance for the corpses on the ground as they stepped over them.
Many Spirit Scholars were protecting these people, using spells to send them onto the Northern Crown Great Wall. Otherwise, at the speed of these mortals, they might not be able to climb the Great Wall even in a hundred years.
Yet the