Lu Ren was startled. He recognized the voice—it belonged to the powerful being suppressed deep within Eight Divisions Pagoda Mountain.
Lu Ren had never reached those depths.
But that powerful being had once spoken to warn him.
"Senior, what do you mean?"
Lu Ren's face was tight with anxiety. He felt like an ant on a hot pan.
"Exactly what I said!"
The powerful being sounded utterly unruffled.
"Exactly what you said?"
Lu Ren was as baffled as a twelve-foot monk unable to scratch his own head.
At that moment, he was a lamb awaiting slaughter. He let the White Tiger Exotic Beast batter his body and no longer bothered with futile resistance.
Since the powerful being had spoken, he would surely help.
After all, Lu Ren was the master of Eight Divisions Pagoda Mountain. If he died, every Immortal Soul suppressed within it would be scattered to the winds.
"The point I'm talking about is the exhaustion of your Immortal Power!"
The powerful being continued speaking.
"The exhaustion of my Immortal Power? What exactly do you mean?"
Lu Ren was still lost in a five-mile fog.
He fought often, and his Immortal Power frequently ran dry in battle.
"I still mean exactly what I said!"
The powerful being's answer was brief and clear.
Lu Ren looked helpless. "Senior, please stop keeping me in suspense! Being battered like this is worse than death!"
"By exhausted Immortal Power, I mean utterly exhausted—not the slightest ripple of Immortal Power left in your body. That could never happen outside this place!"
The powerful being's voice rang out again.
Lu Ren nodded in agreement.
Outside, even if the Immortal Power in his Immortal Tree ran dry, his sword body would automatically absorb the surrounding Immortal Qi and turn it into Immortal Power, keeping the