At a time like this, going to Divine Martial Heaven meant a fight to the death awaited Lu Yin. But he had no choice. He had to save them. He could never accept letting those people be tortured for two months before dying horribly.
He should have left and returned to the Fifth Continent. There was no point in staying in the Tree Starry Sky anymore. He should have used Ancestor Chen's power to cultivate. Only by returning to the Fifth Continent could he gain the confidence to negotiate with the Tree Starry Sky. But so what? First one group was sacrificed, and then another. Even if he eventually avenged them, wiped out the Four Sides Heavenly Balance, and killed Bai Xian'er, what would that change? Could those people come back to life?
It was naive, no different from suicide, but Lu Yin had no regrets.
With Mist Ancestor's power, he rushed frantically toward Divine Martial Heaven, trying to make up for the mistake he had made. He had underestimated Bai Xian'er. Even now, he had no idea what methods she had at her disposal.
Mist Ancestor did not try to stop him. Some things were worth fighting for, just as Xia Shang had once made his choice.
Far away, chaos had also erupted in Divine Martial Heaven. Blood stained Wu Yao's lips as he stood atop a massive half-moon ring, fighting against the birdcage made of countless blades that was Xia Ziheng's Inner World. It was a clash between Inner Worlds.
"Wu Yao, give up resisting. This was the Cold Immortal Sect's doing. We'll make them answer for it," Xia Ziheng shouted.
Wu Yao roared, "This was all caused by your Divine Martial Heaven! Yu Hao was one of your people, and you were the ones who put Long