"But... but the Grand Elder's lifespan is nearly at its end, and among the Blazing Fire Sect's elders, there is no one capable of shouldering the main burden. At most ten thousand years, at least a thousand, and the Great Elder may pass away. When that time comes..."
Just then, a voice spoke softly.
Upon hearing that voice, everyone fell silent. Some of the disciples had already quietly left the place.
Meanwhile, Li Xiaoyao and Ye Lin had already brought the two men's heads back to the cave from before.
"Old man, I have fulfilled the promise I made to you."
Ye Lin spoke to the statue before him, then suddenly made his move, drawing out the remnant soul hidden within the statue.
The statue itself was a treasure capable of nurturing the Primordial Spirit. That trace of the old man's lingering consciousness had survived until now precisely because of it.
It was both a treasure and a shackle. That trace of the old man's lingering consciousness could not leave the statue at all. After so many years, even a trace of consciousness from a Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal had reached the point of withering away.
The old man had relied on this statue to stubbornly endure until now, so he no longer possessed the strength to emerge on his own.
Ye Lin simply acted and drew out that trace of lingering consciousness.
"Good, good, good—good!"
The moment the old man's lingering consciousness emerged, he saw the two heads Li Xiaoyao held in his hand. Looking at those terrified expressions, tears filled the old man's eyes as he repeatedly cried out, "Good!"
These two... these two men... he had hated them for hundreds of thousands of years, wishing day and night that he could slice them into a thousand pieces.