The Birth of the Tenth Ruin Realm

"Wu Yuan, are we really just going to let them leave?" Dragon Sparrow True Saint couldn't help asking.

"Be a little kinder, Long Que."

Wu Yuan smiled. "They never tried to kill you, either. Why make an enemy of them for good? There's no great feud between my Witch Court and Nine Heavens Mountain."

Dragon Sparrow True Saint couldn't help nodding. He had only been angry because they'd just pressured him. Now that he'd calmed down and thought it over, Wu Yuan was right.

True Saint true bodies rarely fought to the death unless they had a deep grudge or some rare treasure worth risking everything for.

It wasn't worth it.

After all, even if they really killed their opponent, the other party would most likely revive, and the enmity would never end.

That was why Wu Yuan hadn't gone straight for the kill.

Over the past two billion years, his horizons had broadened and his temperament had grown ever more even. He truly seemed like an existence standing atop the Domain Sea, looking down on everything. Most life-and-death battles between True Saints no longer caught his attention.

Of course, that didn't mean Wu Yuan had never killed.

Over the past several billion years, besides True Saint Mu Jiang, two other True Saint true bodies had fallen by his hand. As for the Dharma bodies and source bodies of other Eternity Experts, countless had perished at his hands.

How could he forge a reputation without killing?

It was just that now, when he encountered experts from other factions, if they were willing to withdraw, Wu Yuan would at most squeeze them for a little.

"Long Que, what treasure did you get that made Duo Xia and the others go to such lengths?" Wu Yuan asked curiously.

"The Red Sky Wind