Jiang Yun took in everything happening outside the Abyss, and a rare smile appeared on his face.
Friendship was like a tree; it always needed to be cultivated in advance.
Without his deliberate efforts to win them over during the past two hundred thousand years, he would never have received such treatment now.
But he had no intention of accepting this Reincarnation Origin Material. It was too precious, and there was no need for it.
Jiang Yun's gentle voice traveled out of the Dao field and rang beside the Dao Ancestors' ears.
"Thank you, fellow Daoists, but there is no need."
He explained with a smile that his Dao foundation was stable. He had merely been gathering the precious medicines needed for a breakthrough, which was why he had given the order to the Eight Paths of Reincarnation.
Yet none of the Dao Ancestors believed him. They thought Jiang Yun was putting on a brave face. If he was not injured, why would he make such a huge commotion?
A trace of anxiety appeared in Hou Ming's eyes as well, as though she had returned to the time when the Black Bird Dao Ancestor had suddenly vanished without return. She abruptly waved her hand, and Hell Netherflame emerged behind her, transforming into a powerful shockwave that smashed through the formations around Jiang Yun's Dao field.
Before Hell Netherflame, those formations instantly dispersed without offering any resistance.
After breaking the formations, Hou Ming did not enter Jiang Yun's Dao field. She merely sent all the Reincarnation Origin Material delivered by the Dao Ancestors into it.
Then she set up formations for him once more, not allowing Jiang Yun to say a single word of refusal.
She was like the most domineering elder sister.
Jiang Yun could not help but be stunned.