At first, Ling Tian and the others had thought that once the Thunder Strike Sect cultivators pursuing them realized they couldn't capture Ling Tian, they had only two choices: ask their fellow sect members at the Twenty-ninth Heaven of Near-Saint for support, or give up outright. But to their surprise, the pursuers did neither. They kept up the chase, and this continued for several thousand years, nearly ten thousand. All the while, the Thunder Strike Sect cultivators at the Twenty-ninth Heaven of Near-Saint showed no sign of making a move.
Still, this counted as good news for Ling Tian and the others. The longer they delayed, the stronger they became. That way, even if the cultivators at the Twenty-ninth Heaven of Near-Saint eventually made their move, they would be better equipped to deal with them.
Of course, Ling Tian and the others had also wondered why those Thunder Strike Sect cultivators at the Twenty-ninth Heaven of Near-Saint hadn't entered the Sacred Ruins Abyss to pursue them. They had arrived at a rough guess: the Thunder Strike Sect cultivators feared that if they sent out cultivators at the Twenty-ninth Heaven of Near-Saint, the Sacred Heart Sect's nine disciples and even the Divine Emperor might intervene. That would surely leave the Thunder Strike Sect with heavy casualties.
"That's right. They probably held back because they were worried about clashing with the Sacred Heart Sect's seniors." Tu Tian spoke, then looked around at everyone. "And that's definitely good news for us. Even if the Sacred Heart Sect's seniors step in to intercept them, they might not be able to stop every Thunder Strike Sect cultivator. If some cultivators at the Twenty-ninth Heaven of Near-Saint made it deep into the Sacred Ruins Abyss to pursue us, we'd be in danger. At the very least,