Summit Farmer
Chapter 1239 Waiting_1

Chapter 1239: Chapter 1239 Waiting_1

After a thorough check, Peter Brown was satisfied with his current condition; energy flowed within him, and all discomfort had already vanished.

He put away the Scenic Array, as well as the formation Harry White had presented, and after a Water Technique bath, Peter Brown put on a new set of clothes and then stepped out of the formation.

This time, quite a few people had returned; the personnel of the Beast Sect were scrutinizing the conditions of those arriving.

At this moment, Harry White was also anxiously watching the people emerging.

As batch after batch of people came out, and he had yet to see his son, Harry White grew increasingly anxious. Then, as another group emerged, Harry White’s face lit up with delight as he spotted the spot representing his son shimmer with light. After waiting a bit longer, he saw his son, Leo White, walking out of the formation.

Seeing his son alive, Harry White was overjoyed and strode forward to greet him.

"Steel!"

Harry White’s voice was not low, and many people heard his shout.

Seeing Harry White’s response, Peter Brown felt somewhat apologetic; regardless of what kind of person the old man was, he truly cared about his son.

"Father!"

Peter Brown had never called Harry White that before, but this time, perhaps influenced by the consciousness of Leo White within him, he ended up calling out in such a way.

Harry White walked over quickly, scrutinizing Peter Brown from top to bottom, and then a smile formed on his face as he exclaimed, "Good, good, good!"

When Peter Brown came out, he had also considered enhancing his cultivation and had deliberately adjusted it to the level of a Golden Immortal.

Indeed, Harry White exclaimed with pleasure, "You’ve reached Golden Immortal status?"

"After unintentionally swallowing a Spiritual Grass that could metamorphose energy, I advanced rapidly, though I’m not sure what exactly happened," Peter Brown replied.

"What did that Spiritual Grass look like?" At this moment, Sect Master Alexander Smith approached and asked.

"I’ve seen the Sect Master."

Peter Brown saluted courteously.

"No need for formalities, just describe what that Spiritual Grass looked like," Alexander Smith urged.

Peter Brown, clueless about any Spiritual Grass, had already prepared an explanation, describing the appearance of the earthly Lingzhi Mushroom.

After listening, Alexander Smith sighed, "Indeed, the Divine Stone contains too many Heavenly Treasures. With the right opportunity, one can truly benefit. Not bad at all!"

"It’s good that you’ve come out. Rest now and wait for the result!" Alexander Smith walked away.

Seeing Alexander Smith’s reaction, Peter Brown asked, "How are the members of our Sect faring?"

Harry White sighed and said, "The Great Elder has yet to be seen; we went with a thousand people, and only a little over two hundred have emerged."

Hearing this, Peter Brown also shook his head; even if a few more came out, he estimated that in the end, only three to four hundred people would survive. The losses for the Ghost Expelling Sect were severe.

"What about the overall situation for the Beast Sect?"

At the mention of this, Harry White’s expression darkened as he said, "From the current situation, we have several thousand more emerging than the Demon Sect. However, according to our insiders, the Demon Sect has three gathering points, and it is estimated that thirty thousand people might come out. If they manage to bring out those thirty thousand, we are most certainly doomed."

Speaking softly, he added, "Be clever about it, and if the tide turns against us, leave this place!"

Upon understanding the situation, Peter Brown was actually relieved. Since that was the case, the Beast Sect was guaranteed victory.

However, Peter Brown did not reveal this information but simply nodded slightly.

"Let’s go to our Sect’s territory."

Harry White took Peter Brown to where the Sect personnel were located. Here, all who had come out from the inside, over two hundred people, were sitting cross-legged, their gazes fixed on the huge stele, which displayed the status of those who had emerged from both sides. At a glance, it was clear that the Beast Sect had the upper hand.

However, when Peter Brown looked up at the stage at the patriarchs of both Sects, he saw a stark contrast in demeanor: the Beast Sect’s patriarch’s face was grim, while the Demon Sect’s patriarch seemed to be smirking.

Seeing this, Peter Brown heaved a silent sigh. The type of Mind-Linked Divine Sense weapon that the Demon Sect had employed this time was truly awesome. If he hadn’t disrupted it, they indeed would have been defeated.

Sitting down to meditate, Peter Brown joined everyone else in adjusting their breaths.

Concerning the matter of victory or defeat, perhaps no one was as clear about it as Peter Brown was.

Just then, the Demon Sect’s patriarch roared with laughter from the high platform, "You’ve lost!"

"The outcome cannot be declared until the end!" the Beast Sect’s patriarch retorted with a snort.

"Haha, my Demon Sect has already gathered thirty thousand people heading towards the node," boasted the Demon Sect’s patriarch.

"But I’ve heard that one of the nodes has been destroyed; I wonder if the other two have been compromised as well?" inquired the Beast Sect’s patriarch.

As the two exchanged verbal jabs above, everyone’s attention was anxiously fixed on the stele.

The final moment was approaching; within two days, the victor would be decided. Who wouldn’t be concerned? The losing side was facing obliteration.

When everyone looked toward the representatives of even higher-ranked Sects sitting there, they saw their faces undisturbed by the events unfolding.

Everyone silently lamented. If it really came to that, the losing side would truly be finished.

At that moment, Peter Brown suddenly considered the possibility that if the fighting Sects within the Beast Sect became the losing side, they would face obliteration too. He scanned the survivors from the various Sects.

After looking over the scene, Peter Brown breathed a sigh of relief. Although the Ghost Expelling Sect had not emerged with many survivors, with just over two hundred people, there were still a dozen or so other Sects with only a handful of survivors. Thus, the Ghost Expelling Sect would not be at the very bottom this time.

As long as they weren’t the last Sect, everything would be alright. So Peter Brown closed his eyes and began to meditate.

With this rare bit of time, Peter Brown, unlike everyone else, was not so tense and soon immersed himself in his Elixir Sea.

Looking in, his Ruyi Furnace now seemed to have even more vitality and energy, shimmering with golden light. It was now closely connected to his soul, no longer inaccessible or passive.

Peering into the Ocean of Divine Consciousness, he saw more than ten Heavenly Venerate Level warriors sitting in meditation at a great distance—his own battle assets and guarantee for his survival moving forward.

The White Tiger, too, lay coiled in the Ocean of Divine Consciousness, also appearing very powerful.

Alright, he was probably the one with the greatest gains in the Divine Sense Battlefield this time. With such life-saving measures, even if a whole Sect were to come after him, there was no need to worry.

Now, Peter Brown’s concerns about surviving in the Immortal Realm had entirely dissipated.

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