Eight Hundred Feudal Lords

But Five Elements and the others were different. If Hong Yuan did not pull them back, the three paths of the Primordial Wilderness would not waste any resources on them.

Even if they had left behind a wisp of their origin within the Hong Yuan Realm before entering the battle,

they would not perish completely.

But the time required for them to fully return would be far longer than it would be for the saints.

That was why Hong Yuan had deliberately intervened.

After all, these people had shed blood and sweat for the Primordial Wilderness. They were meritorious contributors.

Hong Yuan naturally would not let them waste their time for nothing.

As for the saints, he would leave them to the three paths of the Primordial Wilderness to retrieve.

With the support of the Primordial Universe's origin, it would not take long to retrieve them all anyway. He could not be bothered with it.

After reviving the Primordial Golden Immortals,

Hong Yuan did not wait for them to react before directly tossing them out of the Hong Yuan Realm.

Then he closed his eyes and began healing his injuries.

Before long, the hall fell into absolute silence, as though even time had frozen at that moment.

With a mere thought from Hong Yuan, the origin of the entire Hong Yuan Realm gathered toward him like countless rivers returning to the sea.

The origins of innumerable laws transformed into brilliant ribbons of light that coiled around him, while boundless spiritual essence condensed into jade-like mist that flowed through the hall.

But Hong Yuan soon frowned. This was far from enough. The Great Dao wounds inflicted by his battle against Hao Shi and the others could not be healed by ordinary energy.

"Still, it is no problem..." Hong Yuan's gaze flickered,