Although Golden Immortal powerhouses possessed tenacious vitality, once they suffered severe injuries, recovering from them would take a very long time.
For Golden Immortal powerhouses, either the injury was an insignificant minor one, or once they were bedridden, it would take at least a hundred years.
There was no helping it. Injuries severe enough to lay even a Golden Immortal low were absolutely no simple matter; all they could do was rest and recuperate in peace.
"Since that is the case, let Ye Lin rest properly. After all, we were able to take Myriad Source Mountain this time entirely thanks to him."
"Right. Ye Lin deserves the greatest credit for taking Myriad Source Mountain this time. Let him rest well; leave the battles ahead to our Human Race army."
"Mm, indeed. He has already rendered great merit this time. It is fine even if he does not participate in the coming battles. When rewards are handed out according to merit in the future, he will certainly have a place."
The gathered powerhouses began discussing among themselves. Ye Lin appeared to be so severely injured that he could not even leave his room.
Since his injuries had reached such a state, naturally they would not have Ye Lin continue going out to fight.
If they made Ye Lin continue fighting, then without question, they would be sending him to his death.
Other than the words "sending him to his death," there was no other reason for it.
So it was better to let Ye Lin rest properly.
"According to news from the Human Emperor, in the coming assault on the Heavenly Court, cultivators below the Golden Immortal realm need not participate. You need only guard the territories we have taken."
The old man above raised a hand and gently pressed it