"Lu Ya, our paths are different. We cannot work together," True Martial said coldly.
"Such a pity."
Lu Ya Daoist nodded slightly, turning his gaze to look down upon the Human World, his sight falling upon the North Sea Eye.
'An Upper Grade Immortal... If he truly achieves it, it will only be more trouble.'
'Let's stop him at Middle Grade, then.'
Lu Ya Daoist muttered to himself as a spinning gourd materialized in his hand. With a soft command:
"Go."
The mouth of the gourd spewed forth a torrent of Immortal Light that blotted out the sky. A Celestial Blade, nestled within, suddenly spun and plunged toward the North Sea along with the waterfall of Immortal Light!
Lu Ya said with a faint smile:
"The Immortal Light falls like a waterfall from the Northern Celestial Court. Tell me, Great Emperor, do you think that Profound Yellow Emperor will assume you were the one who attacked?"
Emperor True Martial's face fell.
"You!"
