Si Zu was no fool. After thinking it over briefly, he understood the logic behind it.
Meng Lunhui had been killed. Though his status was noble, and he was the Holy Son of the Ancient Reincarnation Land—
What kind of being was the Reincarnation Great Sage? Since the founding ancestor, Boundless Great Sage, he had been the most powerful existence in the Ancient Reincarnation Land.
How could he possibly carry Reincarnation Mountain all this way just for one Holy Son?
Presumably, he had also caught wind that Purple Cloud Sage was about to revive and had invited several Great Sages to protect her Dao.
There was much to be said about that.
Just inviting Xu Zimo alone had cost them the Wind God's inheritance.
Then what benefits had been promised to the other three Great Sages?
Daring to stand against the Sacred Court, the risks involved—as well as the rewards—were likely enough to move even Great Sages.
At that thought, Si Zu narrowed his eyes slightly.
Purple Cloud Holy Land was even more mysterious than he had imagined.
He Feiyang merely smiled without speaking.
As the group continued onward, they found that Purple Cloud Holy Land was truly vast and boundless, yet it did not have many disciples.
Along the way, they saw remarkably few disciples. Many places were even deathly silent.
"All the disciples and elders have withdrawn," He Feiyang said with a smile, seemingly noticing Si Zu's confusion.
"Once the great battle begins, they are not suited to remain here."
As they spoke, the three finally arrived at the place where Ziyan would be revived.
It was a sinkhole filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers.
Boundless vitality continuously poured forth from within the sinkhole, as though life itself was about to be born from it.
Si Zu was