Who wouldn’t want to leave here if they could?
For a mont, Jiang Cheng was surrounded by people again.
Whether from the Desolate Domain or the Demon Realm, everyone looked at him with hopeful eyes.
"Sect Leader Jiang, if you can lead us out, there will surely be rewards in the future!"
"No need for more words, if you can indeed get us out, Sect Leader Jiang, with one word, we’ll go through storm and rain for you!"
"If this succeeds, Sect Leader Jiang will be the best friend of everyone in the Demon Realm."
The Desolate Domain folks were more sincere, Clan Leader Bi Chang just said, "Brother, if in the future you want to beat soone up, just let us know!"
If it were anyone else, they’d probably be overjoyed.
So many favors from the lower realm’s prodigies, even an Immortal Emperor couldn’t entirely gain them all.
When they eventually ascend to the Immortal Realm, once these people start cultivating, what a formidable force that would be?
Unfortunately, Brother Cheng doesn’t need it.
He doesn’t want to join these guys, constantly vying for an opportunity to show off.
Because they are overly capable.
Turning them into subordinates to gain points is impossible.
So people are destined not to be subdued.
So he’s quite uninterested.
"Alright, I’m just giving it a try, whether it succeeds or not is still uncertain."
"Sect Leader Jiang, do you have a plan?"
"Perhaps we can also offer suggestions!"
Give it a rest, can you stop showing off your divine techniques?
"My plan is simple, I’ll charge through the edge poison mist. Cross the poison mist, and leave this Immortal Treasure."
As soon as the words fell, everyone was shocked.
"What?"
"Charge through the edge poison mist?"
"Absolutely not!"
"This poison mist can turn even an Immortal Venerable into a pool of blood, Sect Leader Jiang, you mustn’t be impulsive!"
"Indeed, it’s a path to certain death!"
That edge poison mist, shortly after they first arrived, they saw people exploring it.
Anyone touching even a wisp would imdiately have their body and soul obliterated, leaving no trace.
Too dangerous.
Brother Cheng couldn’t tell them he can resurrect.
"Everyone need not persuade further!"
"Although I, as sect leader, only have... a ten percent chance."
With a clang, he withdrew the Gu Yang Immortal Sword, raising it high towards the sky.
"But for everyone to see the sun again, to gain freedom, why not give it a chance?"
Brother Cheng habitually fostered goodwill again.
"Not just a ten percent chance, even if there’s only a glimr of hope, it’s worth a try!"
"For everyone, I am willing to take this risk!"
His words were heroic and magnanimous, a true disregard for his own life.
Instantly, everyone present was moved, even Mo Chen wasn’t an exception.
Isn’t this too noble?
Is there actually such high-minded people in the Cultivation Realm?
To be honest, among these 120,000 people, most are not mbers of the Righteous Dao.
There are many Demon Cultivators of the wicked path, and even among prestigious sects, not all are paragons of virtue.
Yet facing the successive predicants, they knew heartfelt cooperation was the best choice, thus appearing harmonious and united.
Now suddenly soone like this appears, everyone’s caught off guard.
"Sect Leader Jiang, you... need not go to such lengths for us!"
"Truly ashad of myself..."
"Sect Leader Jiang... you should reconsider!"
Everyone wanted to leave.
But Jiang Cheng’s self-sacrificing spirit was truly rare in the Cultivation Realm.
If it were them, with only a ten percent chance, there’s no way they’d risk death.
These old ancient beings, who have lived for millions of years, haven’t been touched like this for such a long ti.
Clearly, such actions in their eyes count as foolish.
Yet deep inside, they can’t help but feel moved.
So young geniuses with not too long cultivation ages clenched their fists, tiger eyes brimming with tears.
Bi Chang squatted his tall fra, heavily patted Brother Cheng on the shoulder, and said earnestly, "Brother, you put us Desert People to sha!"
"I’ve decided, I’ll follow you inside, paving the way for you!"
Damn, old brother, do you really have to be so sincere?
I’m not going to truly die, you charge in there and you will truly be dead.
Besides, this opportunity to display prowess is mine alone, don’t steal it from !
"No, you absolutely mustn’t do that!"
"Although I have a ten percent chance, what if it actually succeeds?"
"I can try alone, but I can’t let more people die in vain!"
With that, he let go of Bi Chang’s big hand and resolutely flew towards the sky.
The only one expressing skepticism was the Three-Eyed Tiger.
This fellow and Brother Cheng were cut from the sa cloth, it deeply suspected this was yet another prelude to showing off.
However, it dared not say it out loud.
Otherwise, the others would certainly rage and kill this ’villainously speculating’ hero’s vile Little Demon.
Flying swiftly all the way, flying for a full two hours, not knowing how many miles were covered, eventually heavy gray mist appeared above.
The others also caught up.
"Sect Leader Jiang, have you truly decided?"
"Even if you regret, now is still not too late..."
"You are undoubtedly the top prodigy of the Lower Realm Ten Thousand Realms, if you fall like this, it’s such a pity!"
Brother Cheng would never hesitate.
He turned around, displayed a faint smile.
"Everyone rest assured, as long as I can leave, I can take the Immortal Treasure into the true Immortal Realm."
"At that ti, there will inevitably be opportunities to help you escape!"
With that said, he charged headlong into the toxic mist.
"Sect Leader Jiang!"
Qingsuo and other Heart Race people cried out, both moved and sorrowful.
"Sect Leader Jiang is so noble!"
"Regrettable, painful..."
"No matter the outco, this old man will rember Sect Leader Jiang’s benevolence today!"
"In all my 9 million years of roaming, I’ve never truly respected anyone. From today, Sect Leader Jiang is the only exception."
"If we truly escape to the Immortal Realm, I will certainly support future generations ascending from the Thousand Spirit Domain!"
Everyone gazed at the gray mist, inside there was no longer a trace or hint of movent.
None knew what the result was.
Whether he truly went through or perished.
If they knew the truth, they’d likely be rendered speechless collectively.
After entering the poison mist, unsurprisingly, Brother Cheng died.
Afterwards, the system prompt sound unsurprisingly rang out.
"Ding, host has been killed, detecting enemy power, arranging resurrection plan."
"Ding, host has successfully refined the Myriad Phenona Illusion Immortal Bottle!"
"Ding, host resurrected!"
Damn, that was simple?
Initially, Jiang Cheng thought the system would bestow him with an immunity to the poison, then force him through the mist, reaching salvation.
Unexpectedly, the system was so straightforward, directly making him the master of this Immortal Treasure.
That made things a lot easier.
Originally, he didn’t know the extent of the poison mist, nor how long he’d have to fly to escape it.
Now it’s different.
A single thought, and he appeared outside the Immortal Treasure.
Before him floated a treasure bottle entirely green in color, suspended alone in mid-air.
Beneath were layers upon layers of clouds.
Below them, so far away, was the Lower Realm Ten Thousand Realms.
The Void Immortal Realm had disappeared, and the ascension rules had resud.
Feeling the external rules’ aura anew, he discovered his realm loosening, truly sensing the imminent breakthrough intuition towards ascension.
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