When the Third Elder saw that the Ninth Elder’s nascent soul couldn’t even escape, he became anxious. He didn’t have time to think about anything else—he didn’t even care about his two disciples. After all, nothing was more important than his own life.

The human heart was like this. They could only share riches but not suffer together. In the face of one’s life, nothing else mattered. The lives of friends and family would become unimportant. It was precisely because of this that cultivators who lost their humanity and lacked determination would become evil cultivators.

At this moment, the Third Elder only had one thought: to escape this place and reach the bottom of the mountain. He had already sent for help, and as long as he persisted, help should arrive. The death of the Ninth Elder made him stop looking at these youngers with contempt, and he also felt fear swell in his heart.

However, no matter what he did, Song Rujing was as stable as Mount Tai. Perhaps it was because Ling Bo Re had finished...