Leaving Dust Immortal Island.
Feng Zhongyi's expression remained cold as he glanced down and said indifferently, "Your luck is rather good. I will wait for you outside."
Since they had not resisted just now, once they came out, he would spare their Dao Foundations.
The two Ancient Venerables of the Earth Territory gazed toward the statue. Carrying the decayed desolation of countless years, they silently bowed once more to Chen Xun's statue. It seemed that even Feng Zhongyi's appearance had not truly stirred much turmoil in their Dao Hearts.
They would not resist.
They were willing to die.
If they truly suffered Immortal Fall here, it would likely mean that the Earth Territory no longer had any hope.
This thought sank into the hearts of the two Ancient Venerables like cold stones, yet it did not turn into panic. Instead, it added a clear-eyed, tragic resolve to their gaze.
And this "accident" seemed as though it had already been within their expectations. Even their eyes rekindled with a faint glimmer of light.
They knelt prostrate. Outside the island, Feng Zhongyi cast them a sidelong glance, his heart sinking, as the voices of the two men rang out like ancient bells coated in dust:
"Earth Territory cultivator, Pu Xuan."
"Earth Territory cultivator, Hou Zai."
"We pay respects to the Eternal Ancient Venerables, to the Earth Mother, to the ancestral spirits of the Dao Ancestors..."
The atmosphere was so heavy it stole one's breath. Pu Xuan's voice suddenly trembled, carrying a grief as though dragged from the depths of an ancient well:
"The Heaven Territory and the living beings of the Three Thousand Immortal Domains have shown no mercy. The immortals adorn themselves with prosperity, yet seize the qi of our earth veins and plunder the lives of our people. The