Dust Leaving Immortal Island.
Feng Zhongyi's expression remained stern as he glanced coolly at the ground. "Your luck is not bad. This Seat will wait for you outside."
Since they had not resisted just now, once they came out, he would spare their Dao foundations.
The two Ancient Venerables of the Earth Frontier gazed into the distance at the statue, carrying an air of decay and ancient desolation. They silently bowed once more toward Chen Xun's statue. It seemed that even Feng Zhongyi's appearance had failed to stir much of a ripple in their Dao hearts.
They would not resist.
They were even willing to die.
If they truly fell as immortals here, it would likely mean that the Earth Frontier no longer had any hope.
This thought sank into the two Ancient Venerables' chests like cold stone. Yet it did not turn into panic; instead, it added a lucid, tragic resolve to the depths of their eyes.
And this "accident" seemed to have been within their expectations. Even their gazes rekindled with a trace of light.
They kneeled and prostrated themselves, making Feng Zhongyi outside the island cast them a sidelong glance, his heart sinking. Their voices rang out like ancient bells coated in dust:
"Earth Frontier cultivator, Pu Xuan."
"Earth Frontier cultivator, Hou Zai."
"We pay homage to the Eternal Venerables, pay homage to the Earth Mother, pay homage to the Dao Ancestor's ancestral spirits..."
The atmosphere was so heavy it stole one's breath. Pu Xuan's voice suddenly trembled, like grief dragged up from a deep well:
"The Heavenly Frontier and the countless lives of the Three Thousand Immortal Territories have shown no mercy. The immortals adorn themselves with prosperity, yet seize the qi of our Earth Veins and plunder the lives of our people. The Mandate