"With just a hundred years of cultivation, he reached the peak of the Mahayana stage. Now he is breaking through again—his future prospects are boundless."
Hearing the old man's reply, the old man beside him silently nodded. Protecting such a prodigy on the path of cultivation gave this war some measure of meaning.
Reaching the Mahayana peak at a hundred years old—such a dazzling achievement would have been monstrously exceptional even in the Central Continent from a million years ago, before the invasion of the Outer Realm Heavenly Demons.
"Good. Since we know the reason, this old man shall also contribute a share of strength to our Human Race."
"Fellow Daoist, you are severely wounded. This is no longer a suitable place for you to remain. Go rest."
The old man who had come as reinforcements spoke softly to the old man beside him.
"Fellow Daoist, this old man is Tianjizi. May I ask..."
The old man looked at the old man who had come to assist and asked quietly.
"This old man is Chenyangzi. Fellow Daoist, go rest. Leave this place to me."
Chenyangzi smiled faintly at Tianjizi. Their eyes met, laden with unspoken meaning—perhaps only the two old men knew what lay within that glance.
"Fellow Daoist, take care."
Tianjizi did not insist, merely spoke softly. He had only just entered the Second Tribulation Loose Immortal realm and had suffered severe injuries; he truly was no longer fit for battle.
Meanwhile, the Outer Realm Heavenly Demon wore an anxious expression. Ever since Chenyangzi had appeared, he had not made another move, merely watched in silence.
Because he had a premonition that this old man possessed the strength to kill him.
As long as the old man did not attack, he could remain at ease and simply wait for