West Sea, Rogue Cultivator Alliance.
Several Spirit Transformation old monsters hovered over the sea, their faces ashen.
One of them asked quietly, "Who stays?"
No one spoke.
They exchanged glances, then all looked away.
They knew better than anyone that this was not shouldering responsibility. It was dying for nothing.
A moment later, the eldest sighed. "Let fate decide for each of us."
The next instant, several figures became streaks of escaping light, flying toward rifts in the realm in different directions.
High above.
Those supreme experts passed through space, their divine senses brushing against one another.
No one communicated.
But they all held the same thought: survive.
Not for their lineages, not for their disciples, but simply out of instinct.
After cultivating for ten thousand years, severing attachments and extinguishing desires, they finally discovered...
What they could least bear to relinquish was their own lives.
And beyond the heavens.
The Voidlight cub's pupils slowly shifted.
It had no concept of giving chase.
To it-
This entire realm was merely a speck of dust drifting apart.
As for a few particles within that dust flying farther away.
It made no difference.
These living beings were simply too insignificant, far less appetizing than the realm itself.
Beneath the vast sky.
Mountains and rivers toppled, heaven collapsed, and earth split.
"Meng Sheng, those old monsters have all fled!"
Ni Canghuan let out a desperate growl, his eyes turning scarlet. "If we don't run now, when will we? That thing hasn't taken an interest in us. We can take revenge later!! What the hell are you dazed about?!!"
Indeed.
He had failed to pull Meng Sheng along, because the man stood in a daze, as though terror had stunned him senseless, just like the "Meng Fool" everyone had called him when they