Only when he saw the two sides face off did Lian Youming realize that Gu Feiyan had intended to borrow their momentum from the very beginning.
Though she had nowhere to turn, deserted by allies and kin alike, she could still borrow their strength.
Gu Xuantong's lone eye slowly widened. His aged face was expressionless. "Interesting. You actually dare stand in the path of Mystic Connection for someone entirely unrelated to you."
In an instant, several terrifying killing auras clashed, suffocating everyone.
White Bone Daoist still wore his ancient robes and tall crown, but his expression was unusually grave, and even his words were earnest. "One-Eyed Old Ghost, it seems your rapid progress was thanks to the Shape-Nourishing Skill. Toward the end of the Demon-Slaying Battle, quite a few martial practitioners died strangely, drained of all their blood. Everyone thought those old monsters had done it. Now it seems the two of you took advantage of the chaos, treating the world's martial artists as great qi-blood elixirs and harvesting them at will."
"Correct!"
Gu Xuantong actually admitted it openly.
"The Martial Way declined, and the remaining resources were divided among the various factions. If I wanted to increase my cultivation without anyone knowing, this was my only option. When people face certain choices, they must give something up. To stay alive, I gave up my children and abandoned the White Lotus Sect. For the Mystic Connection Grand Realm, I could... heh heh, abandon my humanity! Because only the living have the right to pursue that endless road and contend with the world's heroes!"
Gu Xuantong's expression remained indifferent as he spoke, his tone as calm as if he were eating or drinking.
But that only made him all the more terrifying, chilling them to the bone.
This man's heart no