"Junior Brother, bear with it a little longer!"
Heavenly Venerable Virtue sent a voice transmission, his words earnest and weighty.
Primordial Heavenly Venerable's expression was dark. Though unwilling to accept it, he knew that with his current cultivation, even wielding the Pangu Banner would likely do little to Lin Tian.
Moreover, the Pangu Banner was the Chan Sect's supreme sect treasure, anchoring its fortune. If he truly unleashed its full power, the Chan Sect itself would suffer tremendous damage in the end.
After hearing Heavenly Venerable Virtue's words, Primordial Heavenly Venerable nodded, drew a deep breath, and suppressed his anger.
He had always been a man of deep cunning. Having made his decision, he hesitated no further, turning straight back into the Primordial World and taking Daoist Cihang and the other surviving members of the Twelve Saints of the Chan Sect away with him.
How could Lin Tian not know of the resentment and hatred in Primordial Heavenly Venerable's heart? Yet he paid them no mind.
The Chan Sect's fate should end here!
Looking toward the Chan Sect, a sharp gleam flashed through Lin Tian's eyes as he murmured inwardly.
In this battle, more than half of the Twelve Saints of the Chan Sect had fallen, but a few had still survived.
Logically, Guang Chengzi had possessed the deepest cultivation and should not have perished.
Yet this leader of the Twelve Saints had met a tragic death, while Daoist Cihang, Daoist Puxian, and the others had instead been lucky enough to preserve their lives.
To ordinary eyes, all of this was merely coincidence. Who could have imagined that it was a scheme laid by Lin Tian?
Since he had already formed karmic ties with the Chan Sect, how could Lin Tian so easily let the tiger return to its mountain?