Li Tianming's true cultivation was nearly on par with an elder of the Three-Origin Tribulation, so he was not slow in the slightest.
The moment he entered the courtyard, he saw Jiang Feiling collapsed in the snow.
In an instant, blood rushed straight to his head.
His heart was ablaze with anxiety, and he could no longer care what others might say.
Before Xuanyuan Dao and the others could move, Li Tianming had already swept Jiang Feiling into his arms.
Only after drawing close and discovering that she still had breath did Li Tianming finally let out a sigh of relief.
He just did not know why her aura was so faint.
"Hadn't Ling'er entered the Life-and-Death Tribulation realm? Why had her cultivation fallen back to the Ancient Saint realm?"
A question flashed through Li Tianming's mind.
But the crucial matter now was: what exactly had happened?
"The Exalted Deity is unharmed."
After saying that, he lowered his head and carried Jiang Feiling into the sleeping hall.
He had originally wanted to return alive and give Jiang Feiling a surprise. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected to encounter such a scene.
"It's good that she's all right."
Xuanyuan Dao and the others had roughly discerned Jiang Feiling's condition, and their taut nerves gradually eased.
"Xuanyuan Hong, what exactly happened?" Xuanyuan Dao asked with a frown.
Fang Taiqing and Jian Wuyi were both present. Fang Taiqing, in particular, narrowed his eyes as he looked around, seeming somewhat uneasy.
"Clan King, you all returned only a little too late. Otherwise, you would have seen it."
Xuanyuan Hong glanced at Fang Taiqing, looking rather troubled.
"Seen what?"
"Just now, the Exalted Deity displayed her might and suddenly unleashed an extremely terrifying power. That feeling was simply horrifying," Xuanyuan Hong said.
"Just