Afterward, the pursuit lasted three years.
Nan Hua howled miserably, using every trick in his arsenal. He nearly brought out his entire fortune to fend off the assassinations of powerhouses from every side. An immortal treasure he had refined for hundreds of thousands of years was also shattered, becoming strokes of heaven-sent fortune for cultivators from every domain.
Luo Xiuyuan's expression changed drastically.
It had originally had nothing to do with him, but after Nan Hua spoke those words, he too had been listed as a target for pursuit. He simply could not withstand both the Demon Court and the Immortal Kingdom!
Today.
The Immortal War finally showed signs of lowering its banners and stilling its drums.
Nan Hua had reached the end of the road and was surrounded within an ancient mountain.
Outside the mountain.
"It was a misunderstanding. Nan Hua came bearing the Dao Ancestor's Edict."
"If that is the case, then we shall not apprehend him."
"But the Dao Ancestor is the Dao Ancestor, and Nan Hua is Nan Hua. He offended the majesty of our Demon Court; the suffering of these past six months cannot simply be waived."
Although they knew this was a misunderstanding, it was not as though no powerhouses wished to dress Nan Hua in the robes of a Yu Immortal Kingdom cultivator at this moment.
Boom—
In an instant, heaven and earth became brilliantly clear. An elderly member of the Demon Race arrived, stepping upon phantasmal sunlight, while the rosy radiance of heaven and earth bowed in homage.
"...Imperial Advisor."
"Greetings, Left Saint!"
"Greetings, Exalted Minister."
"Greetings, Demon Saint."
The moment this old man descended, the expressions of Immortals from every side shifted slightly, and all manner of reverent titles were called from their lips.
This Demon Saint was an