I Kneel-Spare My Life

From afar, as they looked upon the resplendent mountain gate and grotto-heaven of Yellow Spirit Grotto-Heaven, Su Yu, Nan Xiaogu, Fan Xiao, Fairy Qingluan, and the others were all somewhat dazed, almost dreamlike.

Back when they had witnessed immortals descending from the Immortal Realm, who could have imagined that this day would come?

They could actually command a force within the Immortal Realm, leading countless immortals across domains to kill their way to the gates of an Immortal Realm power like Yellow Spirit Grotto-Heaven.

Although ten thousand years had passed since that group had descended upon the True Martial Cultivation World, phrases like "thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river" still surfaced in Su Yu's mind.

The Immortal Realm sects that they had once only been qualified to look up at now seemed...

Nothing more than this!

Xuanhuang Rong, Tuoba Wo, and the others had flickering gazes as they looked at Yellow Spirit Grotto-Heaven's mountain gate in the distance. Excitement and exhilaration gradually appeared in their eyes as well.

Just as Su Yu had said, over the years, they had indeed become increasingly cautious and steady. They had long lost the vigor and high spirits they had possessed at the beginning of their cultivation, the sharp edge of their drive to forge ahead.

But did that mean they did not want to improve themselves? Did they not want to lead their families to rise and become newly prominent powers in the Immortal Realm?

No.

It was not that they did not want to. They simply lacked the ability and could not accomplish it at all.

Setback after setback, defeat after defeat over countless years had gradually worn away their edges, ground down their ambitions, and taught them that caution—lying low—was the only path to immortality.