Jie Yin let out a sigh, his withered face filled with sorrow that could not be dispelled. "Back inside Purple Firmament Palace, he gave up his seat to us, forging an immense karmic bond. We two brothers once swore a blood oath: if his true spirit were ever reborn, we would surely take him into our sect and protect him for a lifetime. Now that he has already been born, we..."
"Go? Go where?!" Zhun Ti abruptly cut him off. The veins at his temples throbbed as he spoke with the frantic agitation of an ant on a hot pan:
"Zhen Yuanzi is now the foremost Saint of the Earth Path, holding the Earth Book Classic of Mountains and Seas and ruling all the veins of the Primordial World. His cultivation far surpasses ours! He and Hong Yun were inseparable friends, having lived and died together for hundreds of millions of years. He must have sensed Hong Yun's reincarnation long ago—he is probably already at Zhongnan Mountain by now!"
"If we go there, wouldn't we be walking straight into a trap?"
The shadow of Jie Yin being slain by one of Xuanyuan's arrows back then remained carved into his very bones.
Although the Heavenly Dao had protected him and reconstituted his Primordial Spirit, his origin had suffered immense losses. Even now, three cracks in his golden body had yet to heal. After more than a hundred eons, his cultivation had only barely recovered to the second level of the Saint Realm;
Zhun Ti had suffered grievous injuries twice, then endured the backlash from Mount Sumeru's collapse. His origin was severely depleted as well, and he too was only at the second level of the Saint Realm.
Even joined forces, the two of them could not withstand three moves from Zhen