"Suit yourself."
The Essence-Devouring Divine Turtle wore a broad grin, looking as though it were waiting to enjoy the show.
There was plenty of time ahead. Sooner or later, Su Hao would come begging for help!
In the distance, that enormous head slowly sank into the depths of the shadows, its aura vanishing without a trace.
Su Hao stared in the direction where it had disappeared, feeling somewhat puzzled.
What exactly is that old bastard after? If he truly wanted to do me a favor, he could have simply stepped in and dealt with the Black-Whiskered Dragon. I would naturally remember the favor. Why insist on waiting until I ask for help before he is willing to lend a hand?
Forget it. Su Hao had always been hard-boned.
Even before he had set foot on the path of cultivation, he had never easily bowed his head to anyone. Now that his cultivation had grown ever deeper, that pride had only increased rather than diminished. There was even less chance that he would casually ask others for help.
Not long after returning to the Chiqing Realm, Zhan Xuan and the others returned as well. The three of them were badly injured, though the others were unharmed. Upon learning that the culprit was the Darkwater Heavenly Army, everyone could not help but feel disheartened—this was a struggle involving the authority of the Heavenly Court. They could not interfere, nor were they capable of doing so.
Su Hao did not care what they thought. After making the necessary arrangements, he instructed the cultivators of the Chiqing Realm to cultivate peacefully and not leave its boundaries without permission.
After that, he began his secluded cultivation.
The Myriad Souls Pagoda suppressed the three primordial spirits of Kuang Yue, Fu Anzai, and Daoist Grey Wolf.
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