Having survived a desperate situation, the cultivators no longer hesitated. One after another, they cupped their fists and bowed, their voices trembling with lingering fear as they pleaded in unison:
"Esteemed Seniors! Please show mercy and lend us a hand, helping us escape this calamity!
"If you ever have any orders or needs in the future, we cultivators of the Myriad Worlds will surely give our all and never shrink from death!"
Their pleas echoed through the Chaos Void. Countless people stared eagerly, their hearts full of hope that these supreme experts would intervene.
Yet faced with the desperate pleas of everyone present, Li Tianba remained indifferent. He showed no intention of acting.
Shang Zhen was equally calm. He cast an indifferent glance at the panicked cultivators, then turned to Tian Feixue at his side and asked softly:
"Fellow Daoist, shall we help them?"
Tian Feixue's gaze was clear and shallow. Looking at the anxious cultivators of the Myriad Worlds before her, she slowly shook her head, her tone lucid yet cold as she spoke of the true essence of cultivating the Great Dao:
"There is no need."
"Chaos has always been a place of unpredictable danger, where life and death are uncertain.
"If everyone could sail through without hindrance and safely reach the Prehistoric Era, then what would make the Prehistoric Era—a hub of the Myriad Worlds and a Holy Land of the Great Dao—anything special?"
"Without enduring trials of wind and rain, without surviving the tempering of desperate situations, yet hoping to easily reach the far shore of the Great Dao—such a temperament is unworthy of cultivating the Dao, much less entering the flourishing age of the Prehistoric Era."
Shang Zhen nodded slightly and asked again, "Do you intend to leave them to fend for themselves?"
Tian Feixue