Everyone hearing this was overcome with grief and sorrow.
Fairy Luo's eyes turned red, and she said, "Wujiu is such a pity of a child. His master Yu Changbai died an unclear death, neither seen alive nor found dead, and now he has buried himself in the furnace as well... This is truly an eventful autumn for our Despair Slope."
As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately touched upon the raw wounds of everyone at Despair Slope.
Over these past days, Despair Slope had suffered one great upheaval after another. First, Yu Changbai, Lin Taixu, and other Heavenly Dao Walkers died unclearly; then the Celestial Venerable was inexplicably injured, Immortal Kou perished at the hands of the Demon Emperor, and furthermore, Feng Ruotong, Daoist Wen, and others lost their lives to the Demon Emperor.
Now, for the sake of refining divine weapons, such a fine child as Zhuang Wujiu had also passed away.
Since ancient times, Despair Slope had always sailed with the wind. Although there had been casualties in the past, they were often just one or two people. Even in the True King Era, when the True King himself came to Despair Slope, no one there had ever been injured or died a miserable death because of it.
Yet now, imperceptibly, half of the Heavenly Dao Immortals had been lost, along with dozens of Heavenly Dao Walkers!
The heavens are about to perish, so monsters must appear.
Fairy Xiaoduan let out a sigh and said, "Gentlemen, is this any time for self-pity and wallowing? The greater the crisis, the more we must pull ourselves together, striving to refine this furnace of divine weapons as early as possible so as to share worries and resolve difficulties for the Celestial Venerable!"
Everyone felt a stern solemnity and chimed