Lu Ye had already left, leaving Du Lang alone in the Mine Tunnel.
Only after a long while did a trace of resolve appear on his face. He murmured softly, "I withdraw!"
As his words fell, a gentle force arose from nowhere and enveloped him. Like a breeze, it slowly circled around him, and as it did, the space around him began to distort.
It took more than a dozen breaths before his figure finally vanished.
In the end, he did not dare take the risk. Compared to his own opportunity, the future of his realm was the greater priority. No one knew whether that idea would succeed, but it had to be tried.
Almost the instant Du Lang's figure disappeared, an immense repulsion force swept in from afar, rapidly spreading toward the interior of the Primordial Realm.
The first month of the Divine Sea Conflict had passed!
After leaving the Primordial Realm, Du Lang immediately appeared on the enormous platform from before. A white-haired old man beside him saw that he had returned safely and could not help letting out a breath of relief. Though he knew Du Lang had chosen to return at this time because he had likely gained something, he still could not help asking, "How did it go?"
Du Lang replied gravely, "I did not fail my mission!"
The old man was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly. "Good, good, good!" Then a look of apology appeared on his face. "It's only that you have suffered..."
Du Lang shook his head. "The ancestral land gave me life and raised me; the sect taught and nurtured me. At this critical juncture of the ancestral land's rise or fall, it is this disciple's honor to be able to contribute."
The old man was even more gratified. "It is best