Lu Yang stood beside Great Sage Bai Yan, watching with his own eyes as Ancient Stone God turned to ash before him. From life to death, it took only a few short minutes.
"Can a Holy King kill another Holy King that quickly?" Lu Yang looked at Great Sage Bai Yan with complicated feelings. Such a swift death was far too hard for any cultivator to accept.
From an ordinary person to God King Tier, including the time he had spent in the Greater Void Realm and Void Temple, Lu Yang had cultivated for at least a hundred million years.
Only he knew how painful those hundred million years of cultivation had been. Through countless ages of arduous training, all for the sake of increasing his strength by the slightest bit, he had also constantly fought heavenly demons and inner demons, constantly struggling with the bloodline consciousnesses that revived within his body for control over it.
His own suffering had already worn his mind down to the point of utter exhaustion, while the wars outside meant facing death at any moment. After finally enduring everything and reaching a height beyond the reach of ordinary beings, a Holy King had turned into a pile of ashes beneath a single move from Great Sage Bai Yan.
Great Sage Bai Yan retrieved the platinum bell and said solemnly to Lu Yang, "Do not allow weakness to appear in your soul. Let me explain why."
Great Sage Red Moon suddenly flew behind Lu Yang and injected a strand of spiritual power into his body, gradually easing his pain.
"I'll explain." Great Sage Zu Mu stepped forward. Looking at the ashes inside the bell, he said to Lu Yang, "How long have you cultivated? We measure our cultivation time in tens of billions of years.