On ordinary days.
The Divinity Transformation powerhouses of the eight major families would never leave their territories, worried that if a special situation arose, they wouldn't be able to activate the Heaven-Protecting Array in time.
Divinity Transformation Stage powerhouses can already roam the universe with their physical bodies.
The eight elders have a chance to survive.
But if any one of them chooses to retreat, the "Heaven-Protecting Array" cannot be formed, but... they all choose to face death calmly.
"Life is meant to be used."
"As long as you use it for value, it's not a waste."
An old man, seemingly extremely frail, sat cross-legged on the back mountain, his body now surging with raging spiritual energy, slowly opening his eyes, a trace of attachment to the world flashing through his hazy eyes as he looked at the Celestial Secret Pavilion Master kneeling in front of him and spoke slowly.
"I've already astral traveled to check on the little fellow you mentioned."
