Everyone answered in unison. The West now possessed the strength to contend with the East, and conflict between the two realms would only grow fiercer. A brief celebration was harmless, but they could not become complacent.
Lu Tian stayed at Spirit Mountain for several days before returning to the underworld to oversee it. As the Yin Tianzi, he received the support of fate only in the underworld, making every endeavor go smoothly. Black Tortoise, Pharmacist, Maitreya, and the other fellow disciples also remained stationed there.
Jieyin and Zhunti did not mind this. They had endured far longer years of solitude. Being able to discuss the mysteries of the Dao with their beloved disciple in Lu's World was already a great joy.
That day, the three were comprehending secret arts in Lu's World when Lu Tian's expression suddenly changed slightly. Rising to his feet, he said, "Fellow Daoist Pingxin is about to act. ** I'll take my leave first."
Hearing that Pingxin was taking action, the two masters immediately left the secret realm with him. Lu Tian transformed into a streak of light and headed straight for the Blood Sea, where Styx was already standing atop the waves, gazing toward the Witch Clan's settlement.
To escape the calamity of reincarnation, the Witch Clan had built a place to dwell atop the Blood Sea.
"Lu Tian, you've come."
He greeted him with a smile.
Lu Tian quietly stood beside him and looked toward the floating continent where the Witch Clan lived.
"Fellow Daoist Pingxin truly acts with remarkable decisiveness."
Lu Tian could not help but sigh.
Naturally, he understood her urgency.
Once the overlords who had ruled the earth,
they had now been reduced to clinging to life in the desperate reaches of the Netherworld.
Returning her people to their homeland