Thoughts of Retreat

If Lu Ren were to perish here, setting aside the need to refine a Heaven Splitting artifact, with divine objects concealing their own radiance, no one could wield it before it had successfully acknowledged an owner. By then, perhaps even a rusty axe would be more useful than it.

Everyone understood that such a hot potato was not worth taking. Though they still harbored hopes that it might somehow end up in their hands, they also knew full well that the chances were slimmer than ascending to heaven.

With that in mind, several Late Celestial Immortal experts ignored Chen Huan's ugly expression, turned, and prepared to leave without hesitation. Yet they suddenly discovered that they could not leave Netherworld City no matter what they did.

Among them was a tall woman who looked as though she wore smoky makeup. A hint of scarlet showed between her ink-black lips. With her brows tightly furrowed, she stared at Chen Huan and said, "Fellow Daoist Chen, let's part on good terms. The people's hearts have scattered, and this cannot be done. Why go this far?"

As she spoke, the several Late Celestial Immortals faintly moved to encircle him, demanding that Chen Huan open Netherworld City's gates and let them out.

Standing below on the street, Lu Ren leisurely watched the axe and observed them turning on one another. He studied those Late Celestial Immortals with interest. Every last one of them—if they survived this affair, he would come knocking and hammer them to death.

Chen Huan swept his gaze over their movements. Though the resentment in his heart grew ever deeper, he revealed none of it on his face. After a moment of silence, he said, "Everyone, this opportunity comes only once. If you miss it, you will truly waste your entire lives