No More War North of the Great River

Upon hearing this, Wang Daoyuan was deeply disappointed.

Back then, his ancestor had slain five Crimson Sun Palace Golden Core Cultivators, but had also become a target of the Crimson Sun Palace.

In the end, his ancestor had been besieged by Crimson Sun Palace cultivators and died from exhaustion.

This time, he had come to kill every Golden Core Cultivator who had participated in besieging his ancestor back then, thoroughly settling the blood feud between the Wang Clan and the Crimson Sun Palace.

Over the past five hundred years, some of those Crimson Sun Palace Golden Core Cultivators who had besieged his ancestor had achieved nirvana, while others had died in battle.

Only Golden Sun True Person and Earth Flame True Person remained. He had never expected the last two enemies to escape.

Most importantly, they had taken away all the Crimson Sun Palace's local specialties. It was simply unforgivable.

Though furious, he would not go so far as to vent his anger on these abandoned pawns.

He called out loudly, "Though I have a blood feud with the Crimson Sun Palace, every debt has its debtor. If I seek vengeance, I will seek out the Golden Core Cultivators. I will not vent my anger upon you."

The aged cultivator bowed. "Many thanks for Your Highness's mercy in sparing our lives."

With that, he returned to the palace.

A moment later, the formation shut down.

He then brought several very elderly Purple Mansion and Foundation Establishment Cultivators to the front of the main hall to welcome Wang Daoyuan and the others.

When the formation had been activated earlier, it had drawn away a great deal of fire spiritual energy, so they had not sensed just how intense the power of the lava river was.

Now that the formation had shut