"If one enters Xuan Tian, how could there be any rationale for survival?" Feng Yi Ju chuckled and shook his head as he slowly descended from the sky.
The butler stopped speaking; at his level of cultivation, he saw no need to lie.
Luo Ruging watched Feng Yi Ju: "Master Feng wouldn't think that just because there's the Mountain Soul Battlezone, Xuan Tian would be helpless, would he?"
Did he really think the Xuan Tian Gate has been developing for tens of thousands of years by being vegetarian?
He took out an array plate, threw it into the sky, and shouted, "Silent Ancient Formation. Open!"
"Master Feng, guess why, amidst the chaos of East Cloud lasting tens of thousands of years and what should be surging malevolent energy, there isn't a trace of it here?"
Mountains and rivers have their spirits, and they also have their ferocity; cultivators have their goodness, and they also have their evil.
