Compared with when he had come, Lin Xuan no longer needed to rush along in such a frantic hurry. However, his current strength was no longer what it had been, and returning to Linglong Valley still took him only one day and one night.
Along the way, he did encounter a few scattered members of the Devil Race. Naturally, Lin Xuan would not let them off. With a few casual streaks of Sword Qi, he annihilated them into nothingness.
If others did not offend him, he would not offend them. But toward demon monsters from another world, there was naturally no such thing as showing mercy.
When Lin Xuan returned to Linglong Valley, it was just as the Sun was rising.
Outside the valley, the place was still a scene of devastation. Traces left behind by that great battle could be seen everywhere. Of course, the corpses had already been cleared away, and the treasures that had been left behind had also been picked up by the cultivators.
As for the large and small restrictions that had been destroyed, specialized formation masters were repairing them. Although the crisis had already been resolved, that did not mean the devil calamity had ended.
One had to know that this catastrophe had encompassed the entire Twelve Heavenly Cloud Provinces. Several hundred thousand low-rank Ancient Demons could not be called a drop in the vast ocean, but compared to the entire Devil Race army, it still did not count as damage to their bones and sinews.
The difficult great battles were still to come. The current resolution of the crisis was only temporary, so of course they had to seize the time and restore their strength as quickly as possible.
Tens of thousands of cultivators were bustling about inside and outside the valley.