He noticed that Wang Qingqing's face was somewhat pale, while Ye Haitang and the other four appeared normal.
"Qingqing, are you all right?"
Wang Changsheng's eyes were full of concern. After cultivating for several centuries, he had only one daughter. Naturally, he did not want anything to happen to her.
"I'm fine, Father. We finally made it out safely."
Wang Qingqing still looked shaken. She had nearly failed to return.
"We can talk after we get back! It's good that you made it out."
Wang Changsheng led them down onto Desolate Island, while the other Nascent Soul Cultivators made arrangements for their respective disciples.
Strangely, after the time it took to drink a cup of tea, not a single Core Formation Cultivator had emerged from the Flying Immortal Ruins.
Four hundred and fifty Core Formation Cultivators had entered the Flying Immortal Ruins, yet fewer than thirty came out. A survival rate of one in fifteen? That was far too low!
The major powers had explored the Flying Immortal Ruins many times and possessed quite a few maps. Most dangerous areas had been marked. Even if there were Rank 4 Demon Beasts, the survival rate should not have been so low.
Li Rui and Nangong Fu walked over, their expressions gloomy. The Ten Thousand Swords Sect had sent ten Core Formation Cultivators into the Flying Immortal Ruins, but only Qian Yue had emerged alive. The losses were immense—the first time the Ten Thousand Swords Sect had suffered such grievous losses since the Flying Immortal Ruins had opened.
After questioning Qian Yue, they learned that there were Nascent Soul Realm Alien Race cultivators within the Flying Immortal Ruins. Had Ye Haitang not saved Qian Yue, she would not have made it back.
"Fellow Daoist Wang, did you know there are Nascent Soul