Tongtian was satisfied, but Candle Dragon at the very front was filled with unwillingness when he heard this.
The East Sea was his territory. Now that immortal islands had appeared one after another—and judging by their formations, they were no ordinary immortal islands—yet there was no place for him on his own turf. How could he possibly be satisfied?
"Fellow Daoist Candle Dragon, you should give it up. Fate is decreed by Heaven. If something isn't yours, it will never be yours. Forcing it won't help!"
Tongtian also spoke up to stop Candle Dragon.
To put it nicely, fate was determined by Heaven. The underlying meaning was: Don't block my disciple's path.
"It seems Candle Dragon has become too attached..."
Hearing this, Candle Dragon withdrew from his dragon form, transformed into his Dao body, and silently stepped aside to make way for Xian Junyu.
Seeing Candle Dragon yield, Tongtian glanced at his eldest disciple.
Xian Junyu nodded without hesitation. His entire body slowly drifted toward the black mist, facing the Xiantian grand formation that was right before him.
He slowly raised his hand and reached toward the grand formation. In an instant, he was sucked inside.
"Mm, he truly is fated to be here!"
Seeing his eldest disciple enter the immortal island so easily, practically ignoring the Xiantian grand formation, Tongtian nodded in satisfaction once again.
Candle Dragon, who was standing nearby, instantly felt his heart turn to ashes. He no longer held any hope.
"It seems the Dragon Clan truly has no fate with this place. This lowly one shall not disturb the Saint any longer. Farewell!"
After bidding the Saint farewell, Candle Dragon plunged into the sea and left directly.
Tongtian merely smiled faintly.
Candle Dragon was only a Quasi-Saint with one corpse severed, not even as strong