He Xinlan watched Lan Weihai, who had still made no move beside her, her eyes filled with anxiety.
"If I could abandon you all and flee alone today, even if I escaped back to the sect, I fear I would never again have a chance to enter the Mahayana realm."
Lan Weihai sighed softly and shook his head, looking at He Xinlan beside him with acceptance in his eyes.
"Junior Sister He, you needn't try to persuade me anymore. This is my Dao Heart."
"To be buried here today alongside you and our senior brothers would at least be some consolation."
Lan Weihai raised his head and watched the sword scar before him disappear little by little.
A Saint Intent flickered faintly within his Dantian, but under his suppression, it finally settled back into stillness.
By contrast, the prodigies of the other great sects of the Six Provinces abandoned their fellow disciples behind them, following Bai Yi without looking back as they tried to pass through the depths of chaos and return to the Origin Realm.
"Leave? Isn't it a little too late now?!"
Beneath the Bronze Golden Lion Coffin, the remnant soul of the Immortal Sect of Annihilating Flame's direct disciple bared his teeth and laughed savagely. "All of you will stay and become nourishment for the True Immortal Tribulation Corpse!"
Black vapor surged around him, and the Blood Jade Skeleton that had previously devoured all of Tong Tian's Essence Blood, Divine Soul, and treasured physique appeared in his palm.
The direct disciple's remnant soul murmured a secret incantation. Guided by it, the Tribulation Qi that seemed to seep in from outside the grotto-heaven gathered into twisted, hideous talismans that settled upon the Blood Jade Skeleton.
As the twisted talismans branded themselves onto it one after another, the Bronze