A flicker of apprehension surfaced deep in Ji Xuanyuan's eyes.
As long as Nuwa had yet to act, her presence remained an enormous deterrent to them.
"If the Black Ship intends to stir things up, everything becomes uncertain. We can only take things one step at a time," Ji Xuanyuan said.
If possible, Ji Xuanyuan would naturally have preferred to command the situation from behind the scenes and secure every step, but circumstances would not allow it.
"Let's begin..."
Ji Xuanyuan raised the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, and golden light blossomed in dazzling brilliance.
That sword light seemed to contain a sacred way, as though all beneath heaven would bow wherever this sword pointed.
"Was our choice worth it?" Shennong asked inside the flying vessel.
Shennong still felt uneasy. Reason told him that standing against Li Mountain might have been a mistake.
"Fate's gifts had their prices marked long ago. Perhaps the time has come for us to repay them..." As Ji Xuanyuan spoke, he lightly sprang into the air.
Golden light wreathed the Xuanyuan Sword. He seemed to be raising a torch, and with it, his own sacred way.
Di Jun's death had shaken Ji Xuanyuan, Shennong, Min Hu, and the other Immortal Realm experts. They had begun to question the path they had chosen.
At this point, questioning it was meaningless. They were destined to be unable to break away from the Primal Spirit Clan. Besides, they had placed all their stakes on the Primal Spirit Clan long ago.
The support and assistance the Primal Spirit Clan had given them had not been free. Now it was time for them to pay the price.
Whoosh!
That blaze of golden light shot into the sky, then poured back down.
It was as though his sword had pierced a