Upon hearing this, Mad Butcher and Phantom Wolf immediately forced smiles uglier than tears and bowed. "Senior, you jest. Compared to you, the two of us are like fireflies before the bright moon, insects before a divine dragon. How would we dare compete with you?"
"Yes, Senior. We—we merely seek the chance to behold your bearing. We absolutely have—not the slightest covetous intent."
Zhang Sanxian said calmly, "No. I have already calculated it with divination. In this treasure hunt within the ruins, the key to victory is not the disparity in strength."
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As he spoke, he raised his hand once more.
Boom!
Amid rippling spacetime, another wormhole opened before the two of them, leading who knew where.
"This wormhole leads to the end of the Fifth Spiral Arm."
Zhang Sanxian said calmly, "Leave this place."
Mad Butcher and Phantom Wolf exchanged a glance, each seeing helplessness and relief in the other's eyes.
Being able to keep their lives was already a blessing beyond measure. They did not dare ask for anything more. If they had to leave, then they would leave.
"Many thanks for your great kindness, Senior!"
"This junior takes his leave!"
The two bowed deeply once more, then stepped into the wormhole without hesitation.
Immediately afterward, under Zhang Sanxian's will, the wormhole collapsed into oblivion and vanished without a trace.
Thus, in this vast expanse of space that had once been bustling and lively, only Zhang Sanxian and the black statue remained.
Zhang Sanxian flicked his sleeve, casually sat cross-legged in the void, closed his eyes, and began waiting.
That wait lasted twenty years.
During that time, other cultivators occasionally found this place through various means.
Those steeped in karmic sin were crushed into cosmic dust by a distant point of Zhang Sanxian's finger before they could