Thousand Illusions Ten Thousand Curses, Curse of Time

However, Lin Xuankong was also keenly aware that

if everything Sima Ling, the Second Elder of the Myriad Law Immortal Sect before them, had said was true, and if the Third Demon Lord of the Xuan Yin Demonic Sect had not deceived its lackey, Sima Ling, then returning to his hometown on that azure planet was absolutely not something he could accomplish now!

Because at this moment, he was not even in the same great world as that azure planet!

If he wanted to one day stand at the pinnacle of this world, ascend to the upper realm known as the Supreme Primordial Realm, then someday cross countless worlds and return home, who knew how long he would still have to cultivate!

But,

even if there was only the slightest possibility,

he still had to try. Since he could come here, there had to be a road back!

At that thought, Lin Xuankong felt his heart fill with hope.

Beside him, Guang Yu'er furrowed her brows tightly. A trace of impatience appeared on her lovely face as she looked at Sima Ling, the Second Elder of the Myriad Law Immortal Sect, and said coldly:

"Do you have some crooked scheme in mind, trying to stall for time? Judging by you, after saying a heap of misty, unverifiable nonsense, you're probably waiting for the chill of the Guangqing Extreme Cold Art to weaken so you can break free, aren't you?"

Upon hearing this, Sima Ling, the Second Elder of the Myriad Law Immortal Sect, immediately revealed a bitter smile.

"Sima Ling knows that betraying the human race of the Immortal Realm means his sins run deep. There is surely no way out for me today, so how could I dare risk sacrificing countless fellow disciples of the Myriad Law Immortal Sect