The former site of the Tianxun City Lord's Residence was where He Tianxun had invested the most effort over the years. The formations he had laid there were far more formidable than those elsewhere.
Even She Chuan had been unable to force his way in back then. Luo Feng was now at least as strong as She Chuan, perhaps stronger, but destroying the place would still come at a considerable cost. To Luo Feng, there was no need to pay it.
Inside the Hall of Gods in the Holy Land.
Only the Prison Stone Demon Ancestor, Yemo, and one of He Tianxun's Divine Power Clones remained there.
The Prison Stone Demon Ancestor and Yemo soaked in the Saint Spring, recovering from the battle.
"Tianyou, when do you think you'll be back? With that brat as strong as he is now, you're probably the only one who can beat him. Of course, if you're willing to give me a Hunyuan Spirit Treasure, I could take him on too. I might even have a forty percent chance of sealing him away," the Prison Stone Demon Ancestor said, opening his mouth wide.
"Within ten thousand epochs. I need to refine and merge with the Source World, and mastering the core secret technique will improve my chances of success. For now, I still need the conditions aboard the Far Sky Ship. These battles have already pushed his potential to its limit. If you stop provoking him, he shouldn't make any major progress in that time. If he somehow takes another step and becomes a World-Level Hunyuan Lifeform, then my luck is simply terrible. But the odds of that are vanishingly small—almost nonexistent," He Tianxun said gravely.
"Still, I have to say something. The three of you are useless. At first, you could suppress him.