Erasing the trace that Xiang Ling had left on the Immortal Lord was meant to make the Immortal Lord bear the consequences of killing Ming Yu. The Immortal Lord knew this, but said nothing.
It was like deliberately doing him a favor so he would remember.
Also, the Immortal Lord hadn't paid homage to the Divine Tree, even though it was in Zhizong. It had refrained for Lu Yin's sake.
He had to remember this favor too.
These two favors represented the Immortal Lord's goodwill toward Lu Yin. Of course, the Immortal Lord was also worried that there might still be a Dao Sword inside it, or that one might be planted in it in the future.
The Immortal Lord had experienced the severing of karma and the planting of Dao Swords more deeply than anyone. It had come to distrust even the Unknown's rules, and only wanted Lu Yin not to attack it.
This was no longer simply a matter of settling their grievances. To some degree, the Immortal Lord had taken Lu Yin's side.
But its inclination couldn't undo the Lost Race's past destruction.
"I understand. Stay in Zhizong and don't worry," Lu Yin said, then withdrew.
Zhizong was silent. Inside a hanging coffin, the Immortal Lord gazed at the Divine Tree.
No one feared Lu Yin more than it did. Severing karma, planting Dao Swords, and killing Xiang Ling had shaken it to its core.
For so many years, it had wanted to escape Xiang Ling but had been unable to. Yet for Lu Yin, this seemed almost effortless.
Luo Chan had clearly acquired Instant Movement, but it hadn't. And Lu Yin, a human, had somehow obtained it.
One thing after another had made it draw almost an equal sign between Lu Yin and Xiang Ling. Lu