The Sacred Lord withdrew her gaze from the distance and drifted away, leaving the Eastern Immortal to devour the gathered Righteous and Demonic cultivators and the Burning Legion to incinerate everyone they had surrounded. Whatever happened here next had little to do with her.
The benefits had already been divided. Those meant to die would die, and those meant to attain the Dao would do so. The long battle had lost its purpose, and the Righteous-Demonic War ended just like that. To the Kings of Colors, everything in the Miracle World was a game. To the leaders of both sides, the great affairs of the Eastern Wastes were a game too. From beginning to end, the Miracle World had been a cycle of exploitation, each level preying on the one below. That had never changed.
"Come, my disciple. Follow me somewhere..."
The Sacred Lord crossed the sky above the battlefield, her expression calm. Below, Demonic Sect disciples cried out for her help, but she ignored them completely. Firebearers who had fought deep into the battlefield occasionally approached and attacked her, but their efforts were like insects trying to shake a tree. A wave of her sleeve sent every enemy who came near flying into the sky. Mo Yuan still looked shocked and uneasy. The deaths of her fellow disciples below troubled her, but more than that, she could not understand her master's actions. Could the Eastern Immortal really be trusted? They had yielded the first chance to attain the Dao to him. What if he went back on his word?
Why would someone who reached the Seventh Realm first help his enemy attain the Dao? It seemed doubtful he would even refrain from disrupting the Sacred Lord's attempt.
As if she knew what Mo Yuan was thinking, the Sacred Lord