Is that a Wisp?
chapter-1293

"Attack!"

"Capture Feifei!"

There were hundreds of the immortals from the Golden Gate Sect at the Semi-God Realm, dozens in the God-Trial Realm, four at the Elementary God Realm, and Pocket Immortal being the only one that was at the Primal God Realm.

This was pretty much all that remained of the Golden Gate Sect right now. However, it was beyond what the Mountain Sect would be able to handle.

Or at least, that was what the sect members of the Mountain Sect had thought. Of course, it was what Pocket Immortal and the rest of the Golden Gate Sect members had also thought.

Unfortunately for the Golden Gate Sect, reality proved otherwise. When the Golden Gate Sect immortals tried to enter the Mountain Sect to engage in a killing spree, they noticed, to their surprise, that the sect's barrier remained steady under their attacks.

Godly Energy whirled within, reinforcing the barrier to resist their attacks.

"What the hell is up with this barrier?" Pocket Immortal frowned before deciding to take action personally, intending to create a portal into its insides. With his powers, he would be able to do so easily.

However, just when he had planned to do so, the Laws of Space around him turned rigid, causing him to frown as he glared at Zamura. "A mere ant dares to…"

"I'm only at the God Trial Realm. But..." Zamura calmly took to the skies, glaring at the incoming attacks with a calm expression. "Why do you think I'm able to face your attacks?"

The very moment he said that, dozens of figures appeared beside him, all emanating auras at the God Trial Realm, surprising the Golden Gate Sect members.

In response to that, they pulled out their treasured weapons, intending to go all out when suddenly, their weapons began to hum, escaping their control.

"What the hell?" Even the Pocket Immortal was shocked to notice his weapon spirit appearing beside him, sporting a cunning smile as she slammed an attack at him, causing him to defend in a hurry.

Heavenly Sacred Dimensional Blade. That was the name of his treasured weapon, one that he had forged by spending his life's accumulations. It was a weapon fit to be used by a Primal God and was comprised of the Laws of Space, the perfect fit for him.

Not only that, but it had taken him a couple centuries to successfully awaken the spirit of this Three Star Primal God equipment.

"Tianal…why?" Pocket Immortal gazed in disbelief as he defended against his weapon spirit's attack, watching it leave his grasp and hover before him.

"I serve a different master now," Tianal, the weapon spirit, spoke curtly, clenching her hand into a fist as her weapon turned into a flash of light and seeped into her body.

Immediately, some changes erupted in her body as her aura climbed in strength, becoming almost on par with Pocket Immortal. Now, she was completely out of his grasp, never returning to his control ever again.

"How…?" Pocket Immortal was unable to digest it, for she had accompanied him for tens of thousands of years. Breaking through every stage in the Primal God Realm required thousands of years due to the difficulty involved.

So, even though the Heavenly Sacred Dimensional Blade was only a piece of Three Stars Primal God equipment, it was the only one that he could rely on in his fights. After all, creating this treasure consumed a large portion of his Golden Gate Sect's finances.

When created, it was a piece of One Star Primal God equipment. Over the years, as he grew stronger, he spent countless treasures to gradually upgrade it. Moreover, Tianal, the weapon spirit, had accompanied him through countless life and death battles.

If he had to talk about the person that he trusted the most, confiding his secrets without any hesitation, that would be Tianal. He had a wife once, even a family. But even with that, he trusted Tianal more.

That was because, despite her cold character, she was loyal to him and truly cared about his well-being, always placing him as her number one priority. Honestly, if it was possible, he would have rather married her.

Unfortunately for him, she was an equipment spirit, unable to give birth to offspring. So, he had to bury such intentions deep within his heart. That alone showed how much he cared about her.

After all, she was his life's accumulations, something that he had become bankrupt as a Primal God to create. Even up to this date, he was collecting materials to further improve her.

But now, that very same person had betrayed him. It was something that he was unable to digest, no matter how he thought about it.

"You!" He glared at Zamura, unleashing a vast swathe of Godly Energy, causing the very space itself to bend. "You did something to her! I won't forgive you!"

"Your goddamn sect… I'll destroy it!" Bellowing in response, he unleashed a powerful attack using the Laws of Space, also amplified by countless other laws, turning into a beam that was strong enough to vaporize the Mountain Sect instantly, despite its defensive strength.

The strength behind the attack caused the faces of all Mountain Sect members to turn pale. But suddenly, a massive shield appeared, enveloped with the same aura and laws, defending against the imposing attack, preventing the Mountain Sect from being damaged.

Sparks flew from the collision, with even the tiniest of them capable of forming cracks on the sect's defense, displaying the peerless might a Primal God was capable of.

Zamura seeped his power into the barrier, causing it to resemble Pocket Immortal's attack, shielding against the stray emissions. He wasn't flustered, though, calmly gazing at the figure of Tianal that was defending against Pocket Immortal's attack.

Upon seeing that his attack was pressuring Tianal, Pocket Immortal unconsciously lowered his power, unable to endure the feeling of loss he was experiencing. What he had attained over his life, his sole companion in his endless cultivation journey had now turned against him.

Right now, she was the one defending against his attacks. As he stared at her face that now expressed opposition against him, his face convulsed as his eyes turned red.

A couple of seconds later, a single teardrop seeped out, cascading over his cheeks before vaporizing. A grand Primal God, one that stood at the peak of power, was unable to shoulder his loss and had begun....crying?