Not to mention Master Jiekong's immense contribution during the last Dao-Demon War. It had earned him a position of tremendous weight in the Cultivation World.
With strength beyond compare and a renowned name, he was not someone they could easily shake.
As for whether the man before them might be an impostor—
That was not impossible. But those who had just left so decisively were, every last one of them, old monsters who had spent years in the Cultivation World, cunning as foxes.
They had likely known the answer before they even asked.
That... was the best proof of all!
With that answer already in mind, the Profound Clarity Cave Master looked again at the man before him.
Those eyes, calm as still water, now seemed unfathomably deep to the Profound Clarity Cave Master—vast as the starry sky, yet churning like a sea of blood, with murderous intent rolling beneath their surface.
Besides, their group had been responsible for the spatial passage between the two worlds, a task fraught with danger at every turn.
Ren Yunzong and the Buddha before him, meanwhile, had been responsible for directing the Eight Trigrams Mountain River Formation. The formation enveloped the entire Azure Star; anyone could imagine how difficult it was to activate.
And throughout that process, the Demon Lords of the Devil Race could hardly have stood by without interfering.
The Eight Trigrams Mountain River Formation was nothing like the spatial passage between the two worlds, where the number of cultivators was relatively limited.
Yet at the spatial passage, crises had erupted one after another, casualties had been heavy, and the plan had nearly failed—nearly allowing an irreversible calamity to sweep across all of Azure Star.
By contrast, the Eight Trigrams Mountain River Formation had not suffered the slightest mishap from beginning to