The scene of Ku Shengsou's attack moments ago was still vivid in both their minds.
A single Immortal whose cultivation had fallen had forced them all to join hands, and they had nearly perished at his hands.
If all these beings within the Immortal Ruins were under the Divine Realm's command...
The blue-robed cultivator's lips moved, but in the end, he did not voice the rest.
Su Shi'er's expression was grave as he withdrew his gaze from the jade slip and looked toward Sang Xuangu.
"Senior, do you know how many have agreed by now?"
"I do not."
Sang Xuangu shook his head.
"Across the Immortal Ruins, many old acquaintances have not seen one another for countless years."
"Some received the jade slips and directly slew the messengers. Others accepted the items and never emerged again."
"As for what choices they make later, this old man has no control over that."
As he spoke, Sang Xuangu's gaze fell behind him, toward the cave where he usually cultivated in seclusion.
Within, a figure swayed faintly in the flickering candlelight, holding the talisman he had just obtained and carefully channeling the power within it into a piece of shattered jade.
The next moment, the nearly dissipated figure within the jade visibly stabilized somewhat.
Su Shi'er followed his gaze for a moment, then withdrew it.
"Then, Senior..."
Before he could finish asking, Sang Xuangu spoke again.
"The few remnant souls in that jade are merely survivors of that battle long ago. They are all pitiable people."
"If this old man accepts this jade slip, who am I supposed to hand over in the future?"
As his words fell, Sang Xuangu lowered his eyes and gently stroked his petrified left arm with his right hand.
Golden Baleful watched him and remained silent for a