With those words, Hongjun vanished from the spot.
Only a dumbstruck Mu Chen remained.
"Fuck!"
"Hongjun!"
"The future master of the Heavenly Dao, the foremost figure in the Primordial World!"
Beside the little pool,
Mu Chen suddenly opened his eyes.
Towering waves surged in his heart.
The thought that he had just been shooting the breeze with such a terrifying figure made it all feel like a dream.
So, after all that, Hongjun recruiting the mighty figures of the Primordial World to besiege Luohu together at the foot of Mount Buzhou had been his idea?
Then he really was a fucking genius!
He thought for a while.
Mu Chen shook his head and decided not to dwell on it.
In any case, Hongjun had yet to become a Sage, so whether he was friend or foe, he could do nothing to Mu Chen.
Cultivating was more important.
Right.
Keep cultivating!
In the days that followed, Mu Chen no longer sent his clones out.
That would spare him from running into any more strange characters.
Lie low and grow stronger.
Keeping anyone from noticing him was the way to go!
A hundred thousand years was not long in the Primordial World.
But it still took quite some time.
During that time, Ao Tian and Qi Yan wanted to leave.
They had originally agreed to spend a thousand years recovering from their injuries.
But since Mu Chen had said nothing, they had stayed for a very long time.
Even their cultivation had risen to an immensely powerful level.
Now, they were desperate to know how far the war between the three races had progressed.
After a moment's thought, Mu Chen agreed.
Now it was Luohu and Hongjun's battlefield. To put it simply... the three races no longer had anything to do with it.
Before they left,
Mu Chen looked at the two and said slowly,
"I must remind you that all three races are losers in this First Dragon-Han Tribulation. The dragon, phoenix, and qilin races have already dwindled. Now Luohu of the Demon Race is the one on top."
"You will only be in greater danger after leaving, because Luohu will kill you for your blood essence. Staying here would be relatively safe."
"Knowing that, do you still want to leave?"
Hearing this,
the dragon and the qilin both froze.
Disbelief filled their eyes.
The three races... had all lost?
Had anyone else said it, neither would have believed them.
The Dragon Clan and the Qilin Race were supreme throughout heaven and earth. How could they possibly lose?
But the one speaking was Mu Chen.
In their eyes, Mu Chen was an existence akin to a Sage of heaven and earth. He had absolutely no need to deceive them.
For a moment, the two exchanged a glance.
Their gazes were exceedingly complicated.
After all, having spent tens of thousands of years together here, feelings had grown between them... [Ahem, friendship!]
They felt somewhat relieved to learn that they would no longer have to fight to the death after leaving.
Yet learning that their kin had suffered devastating casualties filled them with sorrow.
In short, their emotions were quite complicated at that moment.
"Master, I still want to go out and take a look, to help the Dragon Clan!"
Ao Tian gritted his teeth.
"I want to go out and see my kin in the Qilin Race too."
Qi Yan nodded as well.
Mu Chen smiled.
"All right, then do as you wish. Remember not to go courting death."
"Luohu has defied the Heavenly Dao. Someone will deal with him."
With that, he opened the Cloud Sea Grand Formation.
He watched the two charge straight toward the horizon.
Mu Chen sighed softly.
He was a little reluctant to see them go.
At any rate, he could still shelter those two fellows here.
But outside, they could only rely on their own fortunes.
Along the way,
corpses littered the land.
Ao Tian and Qi Yan learned what had happened.
The three races truly had lost, and their whereabouts were unknown.
Now Luohu stood above all, commanding countless troops of the Demon Sect, and even specifically slaughtered the dragon, phoenix, and qilin races to gain power.
"Master... did he know how this war would end from the very beginning?"
Qi Yan and Ao Tian's faces were filled with shock.
They understood.
So Master had kept them confined in the sea of clouds to protect them.
After all, with their original strength, even if they had not died in the war between the three races, they would have died at Luohu's hands.
At the thought that Mu Chen had known of the three races' tragedy tens of thousands of years ago, and had saved them in passing,
both immediately fell to their knees.
Their reverence and gratitude toward Mu Chen poured forth like surging waters.
Master truly was... far too powerful!