Future Plans, Tentatively Set

A month later.

All the beings of the Immortal Prison emerged from seclusion. In an instant, the skies and lands throughout Spirit Realm Manor changed color, the power of the Great Dao stirring heaven and earth until the void trembled.

For the past month, Chen Xun had been meditating by the river, and he felt that Ji Yan's words made a great deal of sense.

Even if they wiped out the Nine-Heavens Immortal Alliance, they would still have to live afterward. They could not let those around them spend every day beneath the shadow of pursuit and death.

If they waited until they stood atop the strongest of the myriad races, it would be far too late. No one could afford to wait that long, and neither could he. Grave-robbing was merely a last resort, yet the deed was already done. They would live a carefree life.

"Then I'll leave the industry entirely to you."

Chen Xun spoke and slowly looked toward the rear at his side. "Ji Yan, I trust you all. We can only give you absolute support from the rear."

"Yes!"

A mighty voice rang out. Behind Chen Xun now stood over ten thousand beings, all bowing with cupped fists, their eyes filled with reverence.

"World-Crosser, the tickets have been purchased. We depart at noon tomorrow."

That amicable smile returned to Ji Yan's face as he looked toward the figure carrying a great axe on his back. "There will surely be a place for us in the Heavenly Capital in the future. Our strength is simply not enough yet."

Chen Xun's gaze narrowed as he looked up at the boundless heavens. "We'll return someday, but never again as heaven's chosen."

All the beings nodded silently. Every generation had countless heaven's chosen, but they had never wanted to