As for the Celestial Immortal cultivators of the Primordial Divine Sect who were about to leave, they were filled with relief and gratitude.
Then came intense pride.
The reason we were able to get out alive is entirely because we met a good sect leader!
Otherwise, he would only be waiting to die.
The Golden Immortal cultivators, who were gathering all their magical power to tear apart the long river, were all working their hardest.
Those who are leaving are all his former comrades-in-arms.
Most importantly, following such a sect leader made them feel incredibly secure.
They firmly believed that when they were ever in danger, both the sect leader and their companions would provide the greatest assistance.
This sense of identity and confidence within the sect was gradually cultivated through the sect leader's countless acts of protecting his own.
"Sect Master, it is the greatest honor of our lives to serve under you. We wish you success in paving your way to the divine realm, and hope to meet you again someday!"
"Sect Master, we await the good news of your ascension to godhood in all realms. We will surely spread the Primordial Divine Sect throughout all heavens and myriad realms!"
As the torn gap gradually stabilized, the cultivators of the Primordial Divine Sect all shouted loudly, deeply moved and reluctant to let go.
After bowing respectfully, he bid a reluctant farewell to his old friends before leaving.
This process took more than a day.
Trying to tear open the river of time is no easy task.
Didn't you see those celestial cultivators in the distance? Even if they used every means at their disposal, and were exhausted to the point of spitting out blood essence, they still couldn't accomplish it?
Sending hundreds of people off also consumed a lot of the magical power of the Golden Immortals of the Primordial Divine Sect, and they all looked slightly tired at this moment.
"Everyone rest, and once you've recovered, immediately head to the city wall to fight for the passage!"
Chu Mo was secretly calculating in his mind.
With so many people, we'd need at least two lanes to make it manageable.
With too many monks and too little porridge, a major battle is inevitable!
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