As Deng Tai'e's six seaxes buzzed and chirped, Zhao Xuansu's soul that failed to ascend to the Heavenly Gate and lost its physical attachment still lingered, floating in mid-air.

With the blade in his hand, Xu Fengnian slowly stepped back, mocking, "It's what they say, even a centipede won't die easily. These stubborn old Taoists just won't let go."

Zhao Xuansu, who was unable to enter the Heavenly Gate, turned his gaze back to the ocean where the golden light was pouring, his eyes filled with a mixture of emotions.