Lu Yin left.
He knew what Saint Shang would say. There was nothing else to it—the four Masters were essentially rivals, and without the great enemy of Human Civilization, they would be competing with one another in the new Chaotic Era.
If one of them advanced, the other three would inevitably suffer.
So Lu Yin had used his knowledge to interfere with Saint Shang's thinking. Saint Shang didn't want the other three to have an easy time either.
First was the Life Master. It was nearby.
Of the Six Great Masters, the Life Master had helped him the most.
If he hadn't fought it, Lu Yin wouldn't have been driven to break through again and again, fusing his powers until he gradually reached the Master-level.
The Mother Tree had also collapsed because of that battle.
That was the closest he had come to death since reaching the Eternal Life Realm.
The Life Master's hatred of Lu Yin could also be called the greatest. It was mixed with all kinds of emotions, including regret and resentment.
It could have killed Lu Yin, but he had frightened it into retreating.
And Lu Yin had exposed its secret cooperation with Death Lord, costing it dearly.
Now, seeing Lu Yin sitting in front of it as if nothing had happened, it wished it could kill him with a single slap.
"How did you find me?"
"Saint Shang told me."
"What do you want?" The Life Master wasn't surprised or angry. If Lu Yin had found it first, it would have given up Saint Shang's location too. It was only natural.
Lu Yin's gaze flickered. To be honest, Death Lord had gained little understanding of Dao of Life from the insights carved into the ancient city wall—almost none at all. He didn't know whether that