Zhao Fu chuckled. "If there's nothing else, I'll be going! I won't involve myself in the Immortal Gate's affairs. You can continue the trial without minding me."
Hearing this, the five saint-level prodigies thought it over. Since Zhao Fu would not take part, they could ignore him. The five of them would still have a chance to open the Immortal Gate; if Zhao Fu joined in, they would have no chance at all.
Now that Zhao Fu was giving them such an important opportunity, the five said gratefully, "Thank you, sir, for not participating."
Zhao Fu answered with a smile but said nothing more, leading his people as they flew off to one side.
The Immortal Gate Token also had a time limit. Once that time passed, it would teleport them out. If it failed to do so, they could only rely on their own abilities to leave the depths of the Forbidden Land—a course fraught with great danger.
Zhao Fu wanted to use this time to obtain more treasures. As for the Tree Spirit and Old Water Dragon, they would not leave with him, because the depths of the Forbidden Land were the best place to cultivate.
As creatures of the Forbidden Land, they were familiar with the surroundings. Moreover, they had no Half-Immortal Realm in which to cultivate and could only remain in the depths of the Forbidden Land.
Boom!
A few hours later, Zhao Fu followed the Tree Spirit into a stretch of ruins. Most of the buildings here had already collapsed, leaving only broken walls and shattered remnants. The land around them was desolate, overgrown with weeds.
The Tree Spirit had brought them here because he sensed fluctuations from a relic. Perhaps they might find something good.
Since this was likely deep within the Forbidden Land,