Unlike his several martial nephews, the old man was frowning in thought at this moment, a hint of doubt on his face. How did the other party know there was no Devil Race within a radius of ten thousand li? Could his divine sense actually span such a vast distance?
Even seniors above Lihe could not possibly possess something so terrifying. Could the other party truly be a mighty existence above the Dongxuan Realm?
But because of the Laws of Heaven and Earth, weren't such existences unable to come to the Human World?
There was nothing but doubt.
A moment later, the old man shook his head. He was only a trifling Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator, so why think so much? Whatever the reason, bringing these martial nephews back to the sect as quickly as possible was the most important thing. No matter what that senior's cultivation was, his judgment should not be wrong. But if they delayed here too long, that would be another matter. If another Ancient Demon came along in a while, he would regret it too late.
"How is your magic power?"
"After resting just now, it's much better," the young cultivators answered in this manner.
"Good. We leave this place."
As the old man spoke, he had already summoned his flying sword, merging man and sword as he flew forward.
"Yes, Martial Uncle."
The other disciples did not dare delay either, turning into Startling Rainbows and following behind like wind and lightning.
Now, as for the other side.
Lin Xuan was also flying at high speed. The recent accidents had truly come one after another. First, the teleportation had gone wrong, and he had somehow ended up in Cloud Province.
Then he had been shocked to hear that the Twelve Heavenly Cloud Provinces were