Several months later, Fang Shiji and the other four Pill Sages, along with more than a thousand immortal soldiers, watched in lingering terror as a gigantic bone dragon, its body winding for over a hundred li, wailed and toppled into the endless abyss behind them.
Lu Xiaotian frowned as he watched the enormous bone dragon fall. The fireflies in its hollow eye sockets gradually went out. Unlike the other resentful spirits, it did not carry resentment or unwillingness. Instead, there was more of a release born from fate itself, along with a faint, desolate reluctance to part.
No one had expected to be trapped in Dragon Abyss for several months. More than four hundred thousand immortal soldiers from the four heavenly courts had suffered devastating casualties here, and no one knew how many would ultimately survive. As for the Pill Sages, everyone from the Yu Xuan Heavenly Court should be before him now. During that time, Lu Xiaotian had encountered Mu Ziyan, but he had not rescued him. He had watched with his own eyes as Mu Ziyan and seven other Pill Sages, along with nearly ten thousand immortal soldiers, were wiped out under the frenzied attacks of the undead dragon clan.
As for Fang Shiji and the other four Pill Sages, Lu Xiaotian had lent them a hand. Perhaps it was more accurate to say that the two sides had cooperated. In such a perilous situation, without Mu Ziyan's particular hostility toward Lu Xiaotian, the other Pill Sages had found it relatively easy to accept him. In particular, as a fourth-grade Pill Sage, Lu Xiaotian had already displayed astonishing attainments in alchemy, winning the respect of these third-grade Pill Sages to a certain degree.
Even Fang Shiji now looked at Lu Xiaotian with a measure of equality and respect.