Chapter 1257: The Birth Of The Tenth Chaos Void (1)
"Brother Wu Yuan, are we simply letting them walk away?" True Saint Long Que asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.
Wu Yuan's lips curved into a patient smile. "Long Que, it won’t hurt to show mercy. They never attempted to take your life, after all. Why make eternal enemies when there's no need? The Eldritch Court and the Nine Peaks have no true grudge."
True Saint Long Que nodded slowly, the heat of battle finally cooling. Now, with clear thoughts returning, Wu Yuan's wisdom became apparent.
Among True Saints, battles to the death were rare, reserved for blood feuds or treasures of unimaginable value. Anything less simply wasn't worth the consequences.
Even if one succeeded in slaying another True Saint, resurrection remained possible; and with it came the certainty of an implacable enemy for all eternity.
This was why Wu Yuan refrained from delivering a killing blow.
Over two billion years, Wu Yuan's perspective had expanded greatly. His temperament had grown far more tranquil. He truly embodied a being who stood at the pinnacle of the cosmic sea, gazing down upon all with detached serenity. Even life-or-death struggles between True Saints barely registered as ripples in his vast awareness.
This wasn't to say Wu Yuan's hands remained unstained by blood.
Over billions of years, he had killed two other True Saint true selves besides True Saint Mu Jiang. As for the mana bodies and ether bodies of other eternal powerhouses? An uncountable number had died at his hands..
After all, to build up a reputation, one required blood as mortar.
But now, when encountering powerhouses from rival factions, Wu Yuan practiced restraint. If they chose retreat, he would extract some benefit from the encounter at most before letting them go.
"Long Que," Wu Yuan asked curiously, "what treasure provoked such a determined pursuit from Duo Xia and the others?"