The realm master stood alone in the majestic temple, his voice a low rumble. "Haiz. Wu Yuan, if you had chosen the path of retreat, if you had refused to fight for the land that raised you, I must confess that I would’ve been slightly disappointed."13

"But by choosing to fight, the outcome is almost certainly death. I only hope...that you return alive."2

The realm master wasn’t concerned about the fate of the Middle Land. Having lived for countless years and witnessed the catastrophic disaster 100,000 years prior, what was a tiny Middle Land to him? In macrocosms, wars of catastrophic proportions often shattered entire worlds, claiming countless lives in their wake.1

What truly weighed on his mind was Wu Yuan’s life. Should Wu Yuan perish, finding another suitable successor in the short term was practically impossible!4

Yet as a spirit, his influence over Wu Yuan was limited to advice. The laws of the Fourth Eldritch Realm prohibited him from coercing Wu Yuan into any course of action.2

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The moment Wu Yuan departed the Fourth Eldritch Realm, he wasted no time, sprinting right back towards Cloudhill.0

There’s no time. The Heavenly Rankers of various factions...0