The Post Sky Tipping Era

Li Yi let out a sigh of relief the moment he saw Wu the Taoist appear. He knew the situation was now under control.

With the presence of a master at the Tri-Floral Realm, this battle would end without suspense. Even though the opponent was a strong Divinity Transformation Realm cultivator, he was still inadequate in front of a cultivator who had opened the flower atop his head. Just an immobilization technique pinned him in mid-air, thwarting his malicious attempt to use Tianchang City for extortion.

"As long as Taiyi is unharmed, it’s fine. I rushed over as fast as possible, but I couldn’t extricate myself from the situation with Xuan Yuezi. Xuan Yuezi has been corrupted by darkness and could have his Primordial Spirit Flower tainted at any time, falling into becoming an Evil God. If Xuan Yuezi falls and becomes an Evil God, the entire Golden Academy, along with myself, would face annihilation."

"It doesn’t matter if the Golden Academy and I are destroyed, but if the Immortal turns into an Evil God, she would surely come to kill you, Taiyi. That would truly be a terrifying disaster, and I hope you understand."

Wu the Taoist quickly assessed the situation before him. He also noticed Li Yi was in poor condition, bearing signs of severe injuries, and with a guilty expression, he explained his reason for being late.

Li Yi waved his hand and said, "The situation with the Immortal is more important. I am fine. I just didn’t expect a strong Divinity Transformation Realm cultivator would use the lives of his three disciples as bait to lure me out and ambush me through deceit. I almost fell into his trap. Luckily, I had plenty of magic treasures on me, so I managed to withstand it. I originally had a chance to counterattack with a Dao Artifact, but he used a city as leverage, making me hesitant to act."

"Such a thing happened?" At this moment, Wu the Taoist looked at Master Chang Yi, who was pinned mid-air, with icy killing intent in his eyes.

We cultivators have always stayed away from mortals. Even in magical duels, we avoid involving mortals. Massacring the innocent is never an option; otherwise, when the calamity comes, it would inevitably lead to death and the decay of the Dao.

Yet, these cultivators from the Xuanxian Continent regard humans as mere grass, ready to annihilate a city at a whim.

If such people can ascend to immortality in the future, trickling down the chain of command, what would the world become?

"Allow me to kill this person." At this moment, Wu the Taoist was about to move to finish off Master Chang Yi.