BOOM!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
As if it had sensed the aura of the Spirit Mark within.
The Qi Fortune Immortal Gate was being struck with increasing violence. It swelled continuously, leaping from a hundred feet to a thousand, and once it reached ten thousand feet, it would be forced open.
Tonight at the earliest, tomorrow night at the latest.
"Zhuo."
"Can he really leave?"
Su Chen looked at Kong.
To survive for a thousand years, Zhuo had merged with the lingering resentment of a fallen Great Immortal.
Although at this final moment of Immortal Arrival, he had separated from the Muddy World Immortal who represented that resentment.
But could it really be that simple? Could he truly leave?
The Muddy World Immortal, the patriarch who had created the Black Abyss, still coveted Zhuo's body.
"..."
Kong fell silent.
He didn't know how Su Chen had learned all this.
"I will bring Zhuo back."
"I promised him."
"Enough of this. Let's drink."
