"Lu Wushuang, why didn't you say so earlier? What are you holding out for with such a tiny foundation?" Lu Wushuang's voice carried a hint of a sob.
"Wushuang, you're just being a stubborn duck refusing to admit defeat. If I hadn't acted, you wouldn't have held out in the end." Lu Xiaotian's projected avatar shook his head.
"My true body is currently in a spatial passage. Whether it leads to the Demon Realm, the Devil Realm, or even the Immortal-Demon Battlefield is impossible to say. Qing'er, since you and Wushuang have both advanced to the Golden Immortal realm, I can rest easy."
"Fellow Daoist Lu." Gu Xueqin and Che Tong had not expected things to turn out this way either.
"There are still matters to deal with on my end. Once they're settled, I'll project over again. Take good care of yourselves." The projected avatar waved, his figure growing completely faint before vanishing from their sight.
"Big Brother Lu!"
"Lu Xiaotian!"
Luo Qing and Lu Wushuang watched as Lu Xiaotian's projected avatar completely dissolved into nothingness, their hearts suddenly feeling hollow.
Within the Mu Yun Altar region of the Thirty-Six Altars of Tianmu, pillar after pillar of cloud reached from heaven to earth, resembling a stone forest.
The cloud pillars surged, forming a wondrous spectacle.
Lu Xiaotian sat cross-legged among several of them, his expression calm as he carefully sensed everything around him.
As for Nine-Ren Mountain, Scorpion Demon, and the others, they each occupied a corner. Although they had been severely restricted within the Dragon Clan's secret realm, aside from Ye Tong and Ye Jian, all the others had already cultivated to the limits attainable within the secret realm.
Their cultivation was also unlikely to advance any further. However, deducing the direction of their future cultivation and examining