Outside the Purification Realm, the Great Xuanhuang Sect.
Tian Zhouzi and Gu Shenming fought a world-shaking battle. The two had even fought their way into the starry sky, shattering most of the void. In the end, only after several days did their battle finally come to a stop.
Tian Zhouzi led several injured Ancestor Immortals of the Tian Household away.
Along the way, everyone fell silent.
"Curse Saint, I'm sorry. We dragged you down!" one Ancestor Immortal of the Tian Household said, his face full of shame.
"Don't blame yourselves. I failed to think things through. Who would have thought the Great Xuanhuang Sect would have so many Ancestor Immortals?" Tian Zhouzi shook his head and sighed.
"We were injured by Zhong Shan that day and haven't fully recovered. Otherwise, we might not have lost to those Ancestor Immortals!"
"Curse Saint, thank you!" a taciturn Ancestor Immortal said.
When they had come, because Tian Zhouzi had been unwilling to take part in Emperor Xuan Sha's affairs, the others had still harbored some resistance toward him. But now, their eyes were filled with gratitude.
"If Curse Saint hadn't compromised, we might all have fallen here. Curse Saint, because of us, you failed to complete this mission from the head of the household. If the head of the household blames you, we'll bear it together!" another Ancestor Immortal said solemnly.
"That's right. We'll bear it together!" the other Ancestor Immortals said earnestly as they flew.
Tian Zhouzi gently shook his head and sighed. "I failed to consider it carefully. As Zhong Shan said, after becoming a Saint, I sometimes think too simply. Go back and nurse your injuries. Don't worry about anything else!"
"Thank you, Curse Saint!" everyone said earnestly.
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