The Immortal Sect's Destruction, a Friendship Across the Years!

At the highest peak, a white dragon soars through the sea of clouds amidst icy snow!

Among people, there exists an emperor-like figure who sets the standard for humanity!

Above the earth, ancient blood beasts devour all directions!

All the Dao Rhyme had been worn away. Although it wasn't a contest of the Great Dao, it bore some resemblance to it, even though the physical strength of the cultivators...

It is merely a single, insignificant drop of water in the Great Dao Long River, or even just a wisp of its essence, yet it can be considered as truly touching the essence of cultivation!

The so-called immortals are those who constantly seek enlightenment.

Go and pursue the path in your heart, and selflessly seek the ultimate beauty of the Great Way!

The heavens and earth roared, and mortals retreated.

Even Qi Condensation cultivators appear extremely insignificant at this moment. The three people and the dragon, though only at the Qi Condensation level, forcefully displayed the aura of the Dao Foundation Realm!

It's a pity--

Things don't always go as planned; all things eventually wither and die.

Dark red blood trickled from the corner of Yun Daozi's mouth, and his face turned pale...

Even a slight cough would cause fragments of internal organs to be expelled...

He wiped his mouth, then stroked his old friend's head one last time, his heart filled with sorrow, as if he had returned to a state of sagehood.

As the shackles broke --

Bai Jiao's pupils contracted, as if the cage that had bound him had been opened at that moment!

"Run for your lives..."

"The cause of yesterday is the effect of today; this is my destiny..."

"And you still have the chance to transform into a dragon and soar to great heights!"

After saying that--

The sea of clouds surged into towering waves. The white dragon turned its head slightly, then transformed into a beam of white light, shooting straight into the sky and disappearing into the vast Eastern Sea sea...

Upon seeing this, Yun Daozi smiled knowingly.

He made too many mistakes in his life and carried too much burden.

Back then, he was so full of vigor and ambition, a handsome young man among the clouds, a peerless genius, unparalleled in his talent and elegance, yet he was defeated by his arrogance...

Unrepentant!

Now the clan is exterminated, the family is destroyed, and there is no hope of ever returning home...

A century of atonement, consuming most of his life, only to end here, ultimately plunging his Lineage into a quagmire from which there is no hope of recovery.

He regretted it!

But there's no going back in life; all that's left is to wallow in regret...

Yun Daozi died from the combined effects of numerous poisons, his meridians corroded by the toxins. He did not die directly at the hands of Ancestor Blood Cry and Qin Lu...

At least--

Even in death, they retained a shred of dignity!

Unfortunately, the white dragon used the sea of clouds and frost to protect itself and escape...

As they fled, they also took some of the Qi Clan's bloodline with them, after all, they were peak Second-Tier demons who had mastered the Dao Rhyme...

For a moment, no one dared to stop them, nor could anyone stop them!

Once it has completely disappeared into the sea, then it will be a place where birds can fly freely in the sky and fish can swim freely in the deep waters!

This is the most significant difference between overseas and inland areas.

At sea, the conditions for completely annihilating a force are extremely demanding. The sea is vast, and finding even one person...

That's like looking for a needle in a haystack!

Regarding this--

Qin Lu had anticipated this, so he wasn't in a hurry. After all, the Qin Clan's roots weren't overseas; at most, their plans would only extend to the coastal areas...

Even if one day in the future, the remnants of the Qi Clan return to seek revenge!

That has little to do with the Qin Clan; the main target is still Devil Venerable Heaven. The title of Devil Cultivator carries far more weight than the insignificant Qin Clan...

If it's a matter of revenge, it's not Qin Clan!

As for the other Qi Condensation cultivators, they weren't so lucky...

Apart from the white dragon escaping, all the other cultivators were killed or perished. A large number of low-level Warrior died in battles between cultivators. When immortals fight, mortals suffer!

now--

Qin Lu and Ancestor Blood Cry stood side by side in the heavens.

As agreed, Qin Lu received the inheritance, and a portion of it was also copied by the Devil Venerable Heaven, as long as it didn't involve core matters...

Even if Qin Lu had to concede a few more points, it would still be worth it!

The remaining treasures were divided 30/70. Qin Lu picked out some useful items and received a larger share of Spirit Stone, at least seven or eight thousand Spirit Stone!

Ancestor Blood Cry did not say much.

The two chatted idly, as if they were old friends who hadn't seen each other for years...

In truth, whether Qin Lu pretends or not is of little significance. After all, with so many methods exposed, if someone with a real interest were to investigate, they wouldn't be able to hide it from him!

Especially in a circle like Devil Cultivator, where all sorts of people mingle, it's incredibly easy to find out someone's background...

Qin Lu didn't say anything, and neither did Ancestor Blood Cry.

Leaving things unsaid gives both sides room to maneuver...

At least--

In the eyes of the Ancestor Blood Cry, Qin Lu was far better than some hypocrites; at least he dared to act and was completely genuine...

Perhaps close friends count?

But at least the Ancestor Blood Cry acknowledged some of this past friendship...

"Fellow Daoist..."

"The journey is long and arduous, Fellow Daoist, please proceed with caution. I will not concern myself with the goods, so please set your mind at ease..."

"This parting may mean we never see each other again."

"If I haven't established Dao Foundation Realm in twenty years, then I'll come and ask you for a living. What do you think, fellow Daoist?"

Upon hearing this—

Qin Lu's lips curled slightly as he said, "Isn't it a pleasure to have friends coming from afar?"

"If Blood Cry does not abandon us, the gates of our clan will always be open for him..."