At this point, all four Heavenly Demon Lords had fallen, not a single fish had slipped through the net, and Lin Xuan's pursuit could be considered to have achieved its goal smoothly. A trace of satisfaction appeared on his face, green light surged all over him, and he flew back the way he had come.
The distance of more than a hundred thousand li vanished in the blink of an eye. Soon, Lin Xuan saw the towering city walls of Queyue City.
Yet just then, spiritual radiance blazed ahead. Multicolored spiritual lights densely filled the entire sky; tens of thousands of Cultivators, led by the Palace-Robed Woman and the disheveled-haired Ascetic Monk, were flying toward this side.
It was a magnificent, surging sight, its scale impossible to describe or measure with words.
A trace of surprise could not help appearing on Lin Xuan's face. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he hovered where he was.
Their Escape Light was swift. Those multicolored Startling Rainbows stopped about a hundred zhang in front of Lin Xuan.
Afterward, led by the two Tribulation Transcendence Stage cultivators, they all prostrated themselves before Lin Xuan in the full five-point bow and performed a grand salute. "The cultivators of Queyue City thank Senior for your righteous aid. Your great kindness and virtue will be remembered by us juniors even when our teeth are gone."
Their voices shook heaven and earth, and the expressions of these cultivators were filled with gratitude toward Lin Xuan. Clearly, those words came from the bottom of their hearts.
"Fellow Daoists, why must you be like this? Since we are both of the Human Race, how could Lin stand by with folded arms before the scene that had unfolded? Everything just now was merely a lift of the hand." Lin Xuan's expression was