Once he had recovered to around eighty percent of his usual condition, the remaining injuries were not something he could fully recover from in three or five years. Jin Cangyue therefore headed straight for the exit of the Thousand Leaves Soul Hall.
After traveling for more than three days, he saw a completely desiccated skeleton in the distance. It was actually Old Monster Huangyang.
Jin Cangyue let out a long sigh. Old Monster Huangyang's strength had been no weaker than his own. He had joined forces with Hua Wuyue to fight the Hall Master of the Qilin Soul Hall. If nothing unexpected had happened, he should have escaped. Who would have thought that he would ultimately still perish here?
Looking at the dozens of wounds of various sizes across his body, Jin Cangyue guessed that after he had luckily escaped from the Hall Master of the Qilin Soul Hall, other demons had been responsible.
All the blood essence in his body had been sucked dry, leaving only this skin-clad corpse. A Daluo Golden Immortal had ultimately met such a fate. Jin Cangyue could not help feeling a few traces of sorrow.
With a wave of his hand, he blasted a deep pit into the ground, hastily buried Old Monster Huangyang's corpse, and then continued hurrying toward the exit.
The four celestial courts had each sent large numbers of immortal troops into the Thousand Leaves Soul Hall. Naturally, this was a method left behind from their assault on the Sea Soul Palace back then.
By now, although the entrance and exit had more or less closed, he was already incapable of notifying the Honghao Celestial Court to reopen the passageway by himself.
However, with only one person—not tens of thousands of immortal troops—he could still barely pass through.
"Fellow Daoist Hua!"