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Cheng Xi's attention was not on Jiang Cun at all. He looked around, sensing the cold indifference in the thoughts of those beside him, before finally settling his gaze on his junior sister, Que Cai.

The best choice now was to abandon this place, but the fate formation he had arranged lay beneath this island. To calibrate the fate formation below, he had spent more than four hundred years.

Abandoning this formation would be equivalent to abandoning this attempt at advancement, because he no longer had the drive to start over from scratch.

"Fellow Daoists, if we do not join forces now, more than two hundred years of effort will be destroyed in a single day!" Cheng Xi's voice turned cold as well. At this moment, he was already thinking that if he was fortunate enough to advance, he would make the people around him pay the price.

"Fellow Daoist, why not attempt your advancement now? Otherwise, you will never have another chance." After pressing one palm together in salute toward Cheng Xi, a monk from Vajra Temple spoke.

Everyone present was shrewd. The reason they were not exerting their full strength was that they could see Cheng Xi's chances had already become slim. From the moment his scheme against Thousand Wood Temple had failed, these people had ceased to hold much hope for him. That had been months ago. They felt that continuing to ensure Cheng Xi's safety until now was already the utmost of loyalty and righteousness.

As for asking them to risk their lives against those Cultivators from Linshui Prefecture now, that was nearly impossible.

Cheng Xi's gaze flickered. He actually could not find any words to refute them. Then he heard an Artifact Cultivator from Taiyin Sect say, "We have planned for you for nearly two