"Where to?"
"Hibernating, waiting for him to become an Immortal, he is currently the closest to achieving Immortality, and he can inherit Qingcang Master's lifelong wishes."
"What about the female-bodied Chan Xi?"
"Let nature take its course."
Xiao Yunyi subdued his hostility, yet his brow was furrowed, as if the gloomy rain outside weighed on his heart.
"Has it really come to this? The Three Religions of our Human Race have not all entered the fray."
The Sanqing Taoist Sect seemed prepared for mutual destruction, but the Three Religions of the Human Race had yet to fully enter the fray.
"Below the Immortals, all are ants; even if the Three Religions join forces, they won't defeat the Twelve Demon Ancestors." As one of the Heavenly People, Chan Xi spoke ruthlessly, "The Three Pure Mountain forged by Qingcang Master encapsulates all the essence of the Human Race."
"But at Broken Sword Mountain, there exists the Immortal Sword."
