In the cultivation world, no words were more final than "those who follow different paths cannot make plans together."
For ordinary grudges, loves, and hatreds were trifles that cultivators who had seen through illusion could dismiss with a smile.
Parents and family, partners and fellow disciples-all were merely passing travelers.
Interests such as cultivation resources, by contrast, were valued more highly.
But if a cultivator possessed complete true nature and had achieved enlightenment, what need was there for outside assistance?
Wealth, companions, methods, and cultivation grounds were all means of seeking Dao attainment and everlasting life.
Thus, the ultimate Dao fruit was the true pursuit, not external possessions.
If someone discussed anything else with you, there was still room for negotiation. But "those who follow different paths cannot make plans together" meant that your pursuits contradicted each other and were fundamentally irreconcilable.
At such a time, appeals to affection, interests, or anything else were useless.
Now that Li Ling had spoken those words, he clearly intended to stop the descent of the Netherworld Soil and thwart the Blood Sea's scheme.
You Yuque was no fool, either. He would not stay and wait to be killed.
"He actually ran inside!"
Everyone watched as You Yuque became a streak of bloody light and fled toward the stone gate.
As he did, the narrow opening in the gate resembled a rift in the void, revealing a passage into another space and time. His figure flashed and vanished without warning, leaving nothing their spiritual consciousness could detect.
The black serpents blocked everyone's path. Knowing their cultivation and strength were insufficient, they dared not act rashly and could only watch helplessly.
Li Ling, however, looked thoughtful. "Why did he run inside?"
This was probably an escape route the Ghost Soul Sect had prepared long ago-or