They had come in urgent pursuit, swift and fierce.
Yet on the way back, they took their time.
The moment the Mingyuan Sect cultivators had stood by with folded arms during this war, Luo Chen had ceased to have the slightest thought about it.
Those truly capable of determining the course of this war were not the countless cultivators of Soaring Sky Pass who risked life and limb, but the Spirit Transformation Holy Land, the Mingyuan Sect.
Yet even they harbored ulterior motives. Just as Luo Chen had predicted years ago, they watched helplessly as the various Nascent Soul Factions were destroyed one after another.
Even if this war were ultimately won, what meaning would it have?
In the end, it would merely be making a wedding dress for the Mingyuan Sect!
"One must cherish one's life, cherish oneself, and cherish the lives of everyone under one's command who follows me."
"At the very least, do not devote precious lives to a war like this."
"It is not worth it!"
Sitting cross-legged atop Black Dragon's back, Luo Chen's expression was calm, his heart still as water.
Several days later, Luo Chen returned to Hundred Mile Green River.
"Master, aren't you taking me with you?"
"There is no need."
"At a critical moment, Little Black can still help you."
"Hehe, so long as a Great Cultivator does not personally come after me, ordinary enemies are not worth mentioning in my eyes. But if a Great Cultivator makes a move, you cannot help me much either. You might as well stay behind and guard the home properly for me."
Black King gave an "oh" and dejectedly burrowed deep into the Earth Vein.
Li Yingzhang stood to one side, with Tian Xuan and Min Longyu behind him.
Seeing Luo Chen return safe and