But now, there was another presence even more worthy of attention.
Amid the rushing light, he turned his head and looked at Grand Preceptor Hong beside him. "Grand Preceptor Hong... for the sake of Hong River Cauldron carrying your will and helping me during the journey to Zhao Lin, I'll speak with you."
"What exactly are you planning to do?"
At this point, An Jing paused, then frowned and raised a hand, seeming somewhat impatient. "Forget it. I don't care what you're doing."
"Stop immediately. If you do, there will still be a place for you in the future."
Grand Preceptor Hong's expression remained calm in the face of An Jing's boundlessly arrogant words.
Like the authority of the Civil and Martial Emperor Thrones and Xuantian Emperor Lord, his did not actually rely entirely on the Shenjing Grand Array. And unlike Yin Gujin, who had long wished to break free of the Celestial Official System, he had already arranged his own array formation in other realms.
His power was unscathed at this moment, without the slightest decline. He was still in the Lingxiao Realm. An attack capable of destroying Shenjing in an instant posed no threat at all to his dharma body; the all-destroying light was instead absorbed around him.
[You won.]
Yet the old man, who still possessed boundless might, admitted defeat. He looked toward Yin Gujin, who was struggling to rise nearby, his expression tinged with emotion. [I am not a military commander. I do not know how to fight with spells, nor do I possess a warrior's awareness. There is even less reason for me to insist on fighting you.]
Looking at this colleague, whose dharma body's core could still not be restored—the wound pierced through by the Heavenly Fate World-Ending Sword still spreading without end—the Civil