Only then did Ren Tao notice how much Bo Saixi had aged.
The Sea God had used her body as the medium for his blood sacrifice, overdrawing both her cultivation and her life essence. Like an old woman whose candle guttered in the wind, she looked ready to collapse.
Yet she looked all the more well matched with Tang Chen.
They were both over a hundred years old to begin with. Escaping the Sea God's demonic clutches was already a tremendous blessing. After all, Bo Saixi had only reached the level of a Limit Douluo thanks to her position as High Priest and her Sea God Martial Soul. Gains came with losses; in the end, everything was the consequence of one's own choices.
"Now that Sea God Island is gone, what do you two plan to do?"
Ren Tao glanced at them, then suddenly remembered something. "Don't worry about the Clear Sky Sect. I've already told them to shut their gates and stay out of harm's way. With war and chaos everywhere and gods roaming the land, withdrawing is the wisest choice."
"Thank you!"
Tang Chen bowed slightly. After being schemed against by both the Asura God and the Sea God, he had lost heart entirely. An ordinary life was a blessing. Just look at his great-grandson Tang San-even in death, others were still using him.
Then again, without the Sea God and the Asura God egging him on, he probably would not have died so soon.
"We have our own plans. But Tang San has been infused with the blood and vitality of Sea God Island's creatures, and he is no longer what he once was. What's more, we can't even be sure who is truly inside him."
Bo Saixi sighed. She had lost all her cultivation, even her