Emperor flame seethed, refining the rarest of longevity medicines. Though the four True Immortals were crippled, they were still immortals in essence; otherwise, they could never have lived eternally in the Dharma-Ending Era.
"No!"
The True Immortals watched their most precious essence drain away and sank into profound despair. Then they roared, desperate to fight to the death. They would rather have their souls scattered than benefit Lin Xian and strengthen their enemy.
"Souls are good things too."
Lin Xian said disapprovingly, "Without my permission, how could I let you die so easily?"
As his words fell, a mighty Human Emperor Banner appeared out of thin air. Vast purple qi swept across thirty thousand li of sky, accompanied by the wails of ghosts and howls of spirits that chilled the heart.
The Supreme Beings watching nearby swallowed and exchanged glances, muttering inwardly, Why does that banner look so wrong? It's pitch-black.
Slaying immortals to refine pills and seizing souls to consecrate artifacts-none of it looked like the methods of the Immortal Realm. It looked more like the work of a fiend from the Foreign Realm.
"Nonsense."
Meng Tianzheng stepped forward and said with a perfectly straight face, "That is vast purple qi. Its color is merely a little dark."
"What about those wandering ghosts inside the banner?"
Even the Xu Family ancestor grew nervous. He had chosen the right side, but now that he suddenly realized his own side was the villain, his conscience began to trouble him.
"Those are heroic spirits!"
Meng Tianzheng's expression never changed. Whether something was a ghost or a god depended on the worship of living beings. Acting righteously made it a god; doing evil made it a ghost.
An artifact was neither good nor evil. It all depended on how it was used.
Heroic