Old Daoist He Feng and Monk Mingxiang were both deeply worried. They could see no possibility of Gao Xian winning.
The Heavenly Demon Illusion Realm was so formidable that even if the two of them charged in, they likely would not be able to save Gao Xian. Worse still, if they acted, they might trigger a war between the human race and the demon race, breaking the Heaven-Human Covenant.
At that point, it would no longer be a matter of Gao Xian's life and death alone, but of the survival of countless millions of humans.
Neither He Feng nor Mingxiang could bear such immense responsibility.
Realizing the situation was dire, He Feng had already sent Dao Hong a message. He simply did not know whether the Dao Venerable had the time to read it. Even if he did, Dao Hong might not come to concern himself with such a trivial matter.
As the foremost Dao Venerable of the Nine Provinces, if Dao Hong intervened in a battle at the Spirit Transformation level, the repercussions would be enormous and could bring unforeseeable consequences.
It was an unspoken rule that sixth-rank Pure Yang cultivators did not attack cultivators of other races.
The human race had Pure Yang Dao Venerables, the demon race had Pure Yang Demon Venerables, and the demonic sects had Pure Yang Demon Venerables. With the divine might of the sixth rank, killing a Spirit Transformation cultivator was naturally as easy as turning over one's hand.
If no one had any scruples and slaughtered at will, the world would descend into chaos. The higher one's cultivation, the more one had to follow the rules. After all, no one had sprung from thin air; everyone had roots and inheritances.
Of course, throughout the four seas and eight wilds, there were always