As the saying went, when the eldest and second fought, the third was the first to be taken out. It showed just how badly the fish in the pond suffered when immortals fought.
Though old Daoist Ran Deng did not count as the third, in this battle, he truly was no different from an innocent fish caught in the crossfire.
The Sorrowful Brothers had not expected that, within Primordial Chaos, someone would actually dare attack the two of them. Caught off guard, they were intercepted by Kunpeng and Minghe.
With their profound cultivation, a surprise attack was nothing much to them. But poor Ran Deng, the innocent fish who had merely come along to sit in on the lesson, suffered for it.
With just one strike, old Daoist Ran Deng—who had believed following the Sorrowful Brothers would keep him safe—was beaten to tears. This time, he truly cried.
The true body he had painstakingly reforged over countless years had been shattered once more. Being shattered was not such a big deal, really; so long as someone helped him, he could easily recover.
But the Sorrowful Brothers could barely look after themselves. Where would they find the time to help him?
Jieyin only had time to scoop Ran Deng's Primordial Spirit and that Palace Lantern into the Twelfth-Grade Golden Lotus. As for his shattered body, he let it drift away with the Chaos Storm!
Once again reduced to only a Primordial Spirit, old Daoist Ran Deng knelt within the Palace Lantern, gazing speechlessly at the heavens as though choked with grief. Life truly had been far too unkind to him.
Why did his life have to be filled with so much suffering?
*He had finally latched onto two seemingly sturdy thighs, only to discover that they were not all that sturdy