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"No wonder the Bliss Cult Patriarch kept asking for reinforcements. This Outer Dao Immortal was no weaker than him! He might not be much weaker than our Great Venerable, either."
Seeing morale sink, the white-browed, white-bearded Golden Immortal at the head of the gathering shouted, "Everyone, our world took the wrong path and fell into a nirvana neither dead nor alive. Countless beings, all the Bodhisattvas and World-Honored Ones, are still waiting for you to save them... At a time like this, we must not lose heart!"
His words rang like an evening drum and a morning bell. The Golden Immortals present jolted awake.
They still bore the responsibility of saving an entire world!
"Everyone, we must hold on until the Bodhisattvas and World-Honored Ones return from nirvana and seize this world!"
"Yes!"
Meanwhile, Tang Changsheng kept destroying the Eightfold Heavenly Dragon Host, but impatience was beginning to gnaw at him.
"Why hasn't a single expert shown up? Is it all beasts?"
He had waited so long without seeing one expert emerge. Growing impatient, he muttered, "Could this world have no experts at all?"
Of course, by Tang Changsheng's standards, an expert had to be at least of Heavenly Immortal Rank. Ordinary Earth Immortals and True Immortals did not count.
And after all this time, more than half the Northern Zhou army had crossed the river. Southern Chen was no longer much of a concern.
On Purple Thorn Mountain, however, the war within the Netherworld's Divine Way had grown ever more fierce.
Even the Seven Heavenly Immortals and Tang Changsheng's Doppelganger had entered the fray.
"Send word back to Seed People