Yun Tian and Master Buyan had nothing but praise for Lingyun, convinced he was no ordinary man. But if they knew that the peerless genius they spoke of had already been driven to his death by Ten Thousand Swords Cliff, how would they feel?
Sensing people approaching, Yun Tian and Master Buyan gradually rekindled their hope and rallied their spirits.
It wasn't that the newcomers could save them. Rather, they hoped to seal the damaged parts of this Small World. If they could, all the hardships they had suffered over the years would have been worth it.
For a genius like Yun Tian, the most important thing was ensuring his original cultivation method had an heir. What's more, this method was unprecedented, a force capable of changing the entire Cultivation World. So when he heard someone was coming, he was thrilled.
As they were talking, several heart-pounding waves of energy suddenly swept over them. Yun Tian furrowed his brow, then looked at Buyan. "Brother Buyan, our old friends are back. Let's go pay them a visit."
At that, Buyan rose to his feet. As he stood, an immense aura burst from his entire body. Strangely, it carried the solemn, majestic holiness of Buddhism, yet was laced with the frigid savagery of Death Nether Qi.
Yun Tian's bearing changed as well. A sharp sword intent and a cold, savage aura spread from him, equally strange.
Outside the formation, several armored figures had driven back the many Nether Soldiers. They looked every inch the leaders of the Nether Soldiers. One of them radiated a sinister soul fluctuation. "Heh heh, you two old geezers are already at the end of your rope. Why struggle in vain?"
"Exactly. Out of respect for your cultivation and your unbending pride, surrender, and we'll give you a