Above the ocean, True Lord Shenhun sat in meditation atop a giant gourd, his arms folded before his chest as the sea wind stirred the strands of his hair.
His eyes were closed, his brow tightly furrowed.
The more he thought about it, the more stifled his anger became, and the more uneasy he felt.
After this battle, the prestige of the Holy Land was bound to plummet. How could he not be furious?
It was just that he found it hard to judge Sword Venerable Fudao's attitude toward the Seven Stars Spirit Realm.
As things stood, Sword Venerable Fudao did not seem hostile toward the Seven Stars Spirit Realm. Lin Jingxian, whom he had killed before, had been the one to throw himself forward, and Ji Xuanling had also gone to the Taixuan Sect without anything happening to him.
This time was the same. Sword Venerable Fudao had only forced him back and had not dealt him a killing blow.
He could not tell whether Sword Venerable Fudao was wary of the Seven Stars Spirit Realm, or whether he simply had no killing intent to begin with.
In truth, when Fierce Demon had attacked the Wandering Immortal Realm, True Lord Shenhun had sensed it, but he had deliberately chosen not to act.
He had allowed the Lin Family's Scattered Immortal and disciples to be devoured by Fierce Demon. First, he wanted to shape Fierce Demon's terrifying image—the stronger Fierce Demon became, the more prestige he would gain when he exterminated him. Second, he wanted to use this chance to wipe out the Lin Family, so that the karmic consequence of offending Sword Venerable Fudao would be gone.
If he had succeeded, the Seven Stars Spirit Realm would have maintained the prestige of a Holy Land while also erasing its