The Great Emperor must have been worried and rushed over to take charge in person!

"Your Excellency has already won, your might shaking the eight corners of the world. Why must you press the two of us so relentlessly?"

The Turtle General strained to steady his voice, weighing every word, all to pry open a glimmer of hope.

He knew full well—whether they lived or died rested entirely on the movement of that man's lips.

If Xuanyuan was determined to erase them, then today would be the end of their Dao paths, their souls scattered, with no reincarnation ever again.

He did not fear death, but he refused to die so carelessly.

A thousand years of bitter cultivation, climbing toward heaven step by step, until he finally reached the peak of Daluo;

Donning armor and taking up spear, following the True Martial Emperor to sweep away demonic miasma and protect the common people...

How could all that heart's blood be wiped away by one airy word—"erase"?

What he feared even more was total annihilation, leaving not even ashes enough for reincarnation.

"Who said I was going to kill you?" Xuanyuan paused slightly, his tone carrying a trace of helplessness. "I merely saw that this little fellow's heart channels were in disarray and his sea of consciousness clouded with dust. I wanted to help him pull out his inner demon."

He truly could not understand what went on in these Immortal Gods' heads—

Why did they always take kindness for a blade, and a helping hand for a tribulation?

They clearly had no quarrel with one another, yet they insisted on imagining a life-and-death pursuit.

So long as they behaved themselves, who would be bored enough to step on them?

Every last one of them was absurdly full of themselves.

"You... truly don't intend to kill us?"

The Turtle General's voice was still somewhat weak, but