“Lu Yun greets the nine celestial emperors.” Lu Yun bowed with a respectful grand gesture of greeting when he faced the nine.

“The headmaster needs not to do such, we were no longer celestial emperors long ago.” Zhao Fengyang smiled at Lu Yun with a slight shake of his head.

The nine former celestial emperors were seated within a great formation, bearing the brunt of maximum pressure from the World Gates. They’d become one with the formation and were no longer able to move.

Not only had they missed out on the best days of immortal dao, but they’d even offered up their very lives for the cause.

Lu Yun looked at the nine in the formation, his eyes stinging with unshed tears as he took in their condition.

“...can I save them?” He looked at Violetgrave.

Violetgrave...