Ouyang looked at Hu Yun, who appeared increasingly haggard on the couch, not knowing what he could do now.
He had originally thought Hu Yun had only begun laying his plans when he and Second Brother entered the Mortal World, all to change Second Brother's fate.
He had never imagined that his old man had begun arranging everything from the very day he took him as a disciple.
He had witnessed such methods in the Immortal Secret Realm. Immortals who had died untold years ago in the Elder Ancient Era could still reach their hands into the present.
What his own master had done seemed perfectly reasonable to Ouyang by comparison.
But he could not stand by and watch Hu Yun die like this!
Yet what could he do?
Ouyang clenched his fists, true qi churning within him. He could not reach Foundation Establishment and would remain at the Qi Refining Stage for his entire life.
He could cast low-level spell arts with a clap of his hands, and his Qi Burst could suppress even the Tribulation Transcendence Stage. Yet now, faced with Hu Yun's certain death, he could do nothing.
He could only watch helplessly as Hu Yun died!
I can't accept this!
I really can't accept this!
Is there truly no way?
"Boy, if I don't die, you'll keep following the path I've laid out for you. My death will also free you from one of your shackles! Stop dwelling on it!" Hu Yun's voice drifted over.
Ouyang rubbed his face hard and left Hu Yun's room.
Determined to die, Hu Yun had already factored his own death into his plans. He had never considered a future beyond it!
This was everything he could do for his disciples as their master. Ouyang had no way to stop him.