Miserable Senior and Junior Brothers

Just like a Substitute Talisman—perhaps even more thorough—after the middle-aged man killed himself, the blood mist gradually turned into a phantom image and vanished. Meanwhile, somewhere in the East Sea, a bedraggled middle-aged man suddenly materialized atop a cloud.

At this moment, the man had none of his previous immortal-like demeanor. The characteristic of a Substitute Item was to restore one to the state before it was activated, so he was now ragged and disheveled, with another sword wound in his chest. Combined with the other price he had paid to escape Ji Yuan's attack range, his entire condition was utterly miserable.

"Cough, cough, cough... Urgh... heh... pfft..."

Standing upon the cloud, he could not suppress a wave of nausea and spat out a mouthful of black blood. Blood continuously dripped through the gaps between the fingers covering his mouth. He was as wretched as could be.

"Urgh... heh, heh, heh..."

His right hand covered his mouth, his left hand pressed against his chest, and his entire body shook without stop. The aura within him was in complete disarray. For an immortal cultivator whose cultivation had reached the point where more than half his body had stepped into the mysteries of Profound Insight, these were injuries beyond description.

Yet in this state, he had no time to tend to his wounds. After nervously looking back, he roused his spirits and stirred his magical power, flying onward without pause. He feared that Ji Yuan would not let him go. He feared that Ji Yuan would catch up. This fear, which should never have appeared in a cultivator of his realm, was a long-lost yet painfully real sensation, driving him onward without allowing him to stop.

Day had already broken here. Only after flying until noon did the man find a small