421: Departure

Demon Lord still had some hesitation on his face; those from the Demon Domain were all his kin!

To just watch them be slaughtered for that sliver of a chance to become an immortal, it made Demon Lord feel very conflicted.

But now Ji Hao was dead, and countless people had witnessed the grand spectacle of his attempt to become an immortal.

And those of them who were right under the battlefield saw it even more clearly.

Wang Teng was injured, but not dead.

Once he recovered, this battle would ultimately be a victory for the Ancient Hall.

Was it really worth sacrificing himself for a destined-to-fail struggle, giving up that sliver of a chance to become an immortal?

If there was hope of winning this battle, he might still persevere, but now... yet, to truly make him abandon the beings of the Four Profound Heavens, he couldn't bring himself to make the decision.

After all, since they chose to come today, they had, to a certain extent, already prepared for death.

"Those who leave now will not be held accountable, and when the opportunity for immortality arises in the future, they will still be qualified to obtain it."

Just then, Wang Teng's voice slowly drifted down from high above.

Hearing Wang Teng's voice, Demon Lord immediately made a decision, "Since that is the case, this time we were presumptuous."

As his words fell, Demon Lord and some of the strong cultivators in the field chose to withdraw.

It wasn't that they didn't want to fight; Wang Teng had already entered the fray, and they clearly couldn't defeat him, so why stay and die?

They had done their best; now they would wait for the chance to become an immortal.

Of course, while some left, others naturally did not.

Old Man Kongyuan and a portion of the strong cultivators chose to stay, looking as if they intended to live and die with the common people.

Old Man Kongyuan held a silver mace, his clear eyes watching Demon Lord and the others depart.

After a long while, he slowly said, "Go, all of you go. It's good that you leave. Too many people are going to die next, so the more who can live, the better."

Beside him, the remaining seven strong cultivators stood in silent contemplation, looking up at the distant horizon.

At this moment, perhaps they too were wondering if what they were doing was worth it.

More crucially, they didn't leave when they were told to, and now they felt too embarrassed to leave.

After all, strong cultivators also have their pride and dignity.

Either go or don't go; what's the meaning of being wishy-washy and indecisive?

His gaze pierced through countless layers of clouds to reach the sky, where Wang Teng sat cross-legged in the void.

The surrounding special spiritual energy, combined with the power of the Earth Immortal Realm, surged into his body like a tide, and his injuries were recovering at a visible rate.

As if sensing the gaze of the eight figures below, Wang Teng slowly opened his eyes.

With an entire world as his foundation, any kind of injury could be healed extremely quickly.

Even if his injuries came from a pseudo-immortal.

It was fortunate that he was a pseudo-immortal. If Ji Hao had become a true Immortal Realm cultivator, possessing an immortal essence,

Then the injuries he inflicted on Wang Teng would be immortal, and no means at the Mortal Realm stage could heal them.

Even if it was just an inconspicuous small scratch, Wang Teng would be powerless against it.

But Ji Hao's state at the time was merely that of a pseudo-immortal; any harm he inflicted on Wang Teng could be seen as damage caused by a Mortal Realm cultivator who had surpassed the limit.

Injuries at the Mortal Realm stage could naturally be healed by Mortal Realm methods.

Regarding research at the Mortal Realm stage, Wang Teng was among the top in the entire lower plane.

So for him, injuries caused by Mortal Realm attacks, as long as they weren't fatal, were minor injuries, and Wang Teng could recover from them at an extremely fast pace.

In just this short amount of time, the injuries inflicted on him by Ji Hao had already recovered by seventy to eighty percent.

There were still some more subtle areas that he needed to recuperate properly from.

As for now, he had already fully recovered his combat power... One of the eight remaining strong cultivators below suddenly sneered, "I, Ji Xiao, admit that I'm not a good person, but I don't think I'm a bad person either.

I've done many things like killing people to practice cultivation and extracting souls to refine artifacts.

But having cultivated to this point, who can say that their hands haven't been stained with innocent blood?

Just the intentional ones number in the tens of trillions, and as for the unintentional ones, there are even more."

Ji Xiao paused, "I can't control you attacking those small worlds, after all, they're not our own worlds, but doing this to the Four Profound Heavens is unacceptable."

His voice wasn't loud, just like a normal conversation, as if he was speaking to others, and also as if he was speaking to himself.

And even from such a long distance, Wang Teng could hear him clearly.

"I, Xuan Shi, am the same. I suppose no one in this era remembers my name anymore, do they?"

"Back eight million years ago, I too once dominated the Four Profound Heavens!"

A middle-aged man among the eight, hearing Ji Xiao's words, suddenly felt a surge of emotion.

It was as if the days of striving in the Four Profound Heavens were just yesterday.

True Monarch Xuan Shi—that too was once a name that resonated like thunder in both the Four Profound Heavens and the Earth Immortal Realm.

"Heh heh, you young people, let this old man lead the charge later."

The others looked over at the sound, "Old Huan?"

An old man leaning on a crutch slowly walked out, his frame trembling as if it could fall apart with a gust of wind.

But both the Ancient Hall side and the other side regarded him with great importance.

The reason was simple: this old man was the strongest among the eight—the Great Accomplishment Sacred Lord, even slightly stronger than Ji Hao without the Mountain and River Seal enhancement.

He was also a contemporary of the late Ancient Hall Vice Hall Master, Tantai Zhen.

He had contributed to the initial establishment of the Ancient Hall.

Among all present, no one was older than him except Wang Teng.

Besides him, the other four also announced their names.

They were all strong cultivators from various eras; their names had almost vanished from the world.

Perhaps only in fragmented legends or records would there be any mention of them.

But at this moment, their appearance made each of them like living pieces of history.

However, apart from Old Huan being a Great Accomplishment Sacred Lord and Ji Xiao being a Minor Accomplishment Sacred Lord, the other five had only just crossed the threshold of a Sacred Lord, still some distance from Minor Accomplishment.

With such strength, even against Wang Teng in his normal state, they had no chance of winning.

Not to mention that Wang Teng was currently in a state enhanced by the power of the Earth Immortal Realm.

Suddenly, pure white flames ignited on Old Huan's body, dramatically raising his aura by a notch.

Ultimate Sublimation, it was also Ultimate Sublimation!

He didn't attempt to break through to the Immortal Realm like Ji Hao; he merely maximized his strength.

Ji Hao had the Mountain and River Seal to suppress and stabilize his body, but he did not.

So the only result of his attempt to break through would be to instantly turn to dust, without even a chance to look at Wang Teng.

But the combat power increase brought by ordinary Ultimate Sublimation, in theory, could only reach the Mortal Realm limit, which was the level of Chen De.

However, looking at Old Huan's current state, he clearly hadn't reached the theoretical maximum.