Hearing Little Crimson's words, Song Heng raised an eyebrow. "The Factory Owner doesn't raid tombs. When have I, this Daoist Priest, ever learned to speak in that old man's tone?!"
Little Crimson sneered. Escaping was what mattered now, and it could not be bothered to argue with him.
When Brother Xun and Brother Ox were raiding tombs, who knew where he had been?
In any case, Brother Ox had told it about the pinnacle of immortal cultivation in the Small Realm—the battle at Wang Family Village, where they slaughtered until sun and moon lost their light, and ten thousand ancestral tombs were wiped out.
It knew that Brother Xun and Brother Ox had never suffered any injuries. Yet that battle had actually left them severely wounded—it was terrifying beyond measure.
Perhaps if Wang Family Village had not been crushed beneath Brother Xun and Brother Ox's palms, the realm might not have been destroyed after all...
Little Crimson believed Big Black Ox's words without question. How could Brother Ox possibly lie to it?! Even his horns had been broken off—no one could boast about something like that.
Hum...
The vast roar drowned out every sound between heaven and earth, gradually swallowing those four tiny figures as well. The savage creatures around them met with calamity too, slowly eroded even as they fled, until their bones were gone.
It could only be said that Song Heng had gone his whole life without a shred of merit upon him.
And they too vanished completely into this great calamity of the immortal's ancient tomb, their fate unknown.
Azure Sky Forest Sea, where Heavenly Wheel Immortal's Nameless Sect was located.
Yellow paper filled the skies here. Conditions were limited, so there were no white mourning clothes or white cloth; only strips of rough handmade