"Retreat, retreat, retreat! Fall back, now!"
"Down the mountain! Everyone run down the mountain, move your feet!"
"Plan Sixteen is underway. You and I are both burdens now. It all comes down to whose escape art is faster... Hehe, I'll be going ahead!"
Gui-Zhe Holy Mountain seemed to be bringing its grand show to a close.
From the mountainside down to the foot of the mountain, not many wounded spirit cultivators remained.
Some cheered jubilantly. After all, their little lives had been spared.
Others retreated unwillingly. They had stayed on Holy Mountain for so long that it had become home—who would gladly leave their homeland behind?
"How stifling."
"If Dao Hall Master were here, things definitely wouldn't have gone this way, right?"
"But... sigh!"
Amid the not-too-distant discussions, A-Si moved aside a boulder and emerged from the cave.
A crowd of red-faced people, shoving and arguing, passed before him without so much as noticing his appearance.
"Finally, I'm here."
A-Si breathed in the thin spiritual energy, and a faint glimmer appeared in his eyes.
After drifting through the shattered currents of space-time for half a day, he could finally see daylight again.
He turned to look back at the hidden passage...
Young Master Li had left this behind from when he used to sneak out to play. It could bypass the Heavenly Ladder and enter the Holy Spirit Continent from the foot of Gui-Zhe Holy Mountain.
Taking such a roundabout route naturally consumed much time, but as long as it kept him out of that person's sight, it was worth it.
"Master Shou..."
He raised his eyes. High in the heavens, a distant black silhouette was dragging two spheres of space behind him, playing a game of dodging arrows with them and having the time of his life.
Boom!!! A