"Please forgive us, my lord. It's just that the Heavenly Tribulation of the Spirit Demon Realm is too severe, which is why we can't enter the Immortal Realm in this way," the Golden Crow Demon Emperor explained.

"That won't work either. You should just go back the way you came."

Zhang Gu refused in an icy voice.

"ah!"

The faces of the group immediately turned grim; they were unwilling to turn back now that they had come this far.

"Sir, could you please make an exception? We really have no other choice," Jian Guixu pleaded.

“I see that your sword aura is quite good. Consider me your disciple and help me maintain my immortal sword,” Zhang Gu said.

"this...."

Sword Returns to the Ruins hesitated.

He was, after all, a founding master of the Taiqing Sect. To be a mere sword-wielding disciple was utterly shameful.

"What's wrong? You don't want to? Many people would beg for anything to become Lord Zhang's disciple."

One of Zhang Gu's subordinates, an immortal, spoke with a threatening tone.

"I do!"

Jian Guixu quickly agreed.

The situation was crystal clear: he still had a chance to live if he wanted to.

If you don't want to, you might not even have the chance to go back.

“If you’re willing, then stand behind me,” Zhang Gu said coldly.

He came to another female patriarch of the Taiqing Sect, Murong Ling, who was quite well-maintained.

This person, who has lived for nearly 100,000 years, has very few wrinkles on his face and looks no different from a young girl.

Time has left its mark on her not with wrinkles, but with the charm of a mature woman.