Upon hearing the Yang Venerable, the other Supremes were all taken aback, each lost in their own thoughts.
If they did not enter the Qiong Luo Realm, they would be unable to earn war points. There was a good chance they would not even get a taste of this war mission's rewards.
Considering Yang Venerable's strength, he was at the bottom of the pecking order on this trip. The other Supremes understood that having one less person competing for war points was undoubtedly a good thing.
"Then we'll trouble you, Yang Venerable. If anything changes, send word at once, and we'll be there in an instant."
The Yuan Emperor said this, then turned and headed toward the Qiong Luo Realm.
The Giant Spirit King had already gone ahead. Even after shrinking his form, he still stood several thousand zhang tall, like an ancient god plunging into the Qiong Luo Realm.
The Yang Venerable stood quietly in the starry sky, watching the Supremes depart. He silently murmured to himself:
May you all face your tribulations as soon as possible, so this venerable one can head home.
Attaining the Dao was no easy feat. He treasured the Dao Fruit he had won through years of caution, and unless he had no other choice, he would never have risked himself on this trip.
"Liiii!"
A clear, piercing cry rang across the sky. Shi Lan lay concealed on Chi Junyu's back, nestled among feathers that seemed forged from immortal gold. A heartfelt sense of security rose within her.
Chi Junyu was incredibly fast, covering tens of thousands of li in an instant. In no time at all, he found the main force of the Samsara Hall's army.
A white tiger, wounded from head to toe, lay sprawled across the wilderness. Exhaustion filled its