Kyoraku Shunsui and Ise Nanao burrowed out of the tunnel and rushed to the scene, their faces turning ashen as they stared at the enormous cross of light. Without a word, they hurried over, only to find nothing there. The only thing left around the shrine was a hemispherical crater, as though it had been struck by a meteorite.
The cross of light at the center of the crater was steadily weakening. Ignoring the scorching heat, Kyoraku Shunsui instructed Ise Nanao to stay where she was. By the time she found her voice again, her whole body had gone limp, as if she were hanging against a wall. She stared at the man whose chest was gushing blood, yet could not make a sound.
She had never treated Yun Qing particularly well, but when it came to Zong Jing, her anger, concern, and anxiety were all utterly genuine.
Could it really have been a psychological effect? Did she herself not want to wake up? And aside from waiting, was there almost nothing they could do?
"Patriarch Yan, did you bring the item? If you didn't, your son probably won't live past tomorrow." Cai Chao looked at Yan Beiling and sneered.
Xia Ming immediately laughed upon hearing that. Indeed, there were many people in this world he could not afford to provoke, but likewise, he was not someone just anyone could afford to provoke.
In the endless void stood a towering ancient city. This was the stronghold of the Heaven-Overturning Demon Sect! The sect had always had relatively few cultivators, and with the cultivators at the front lines of the Yu Emperor Realm currently confronting those of the Firmament Hall, even fewer remained at the sect's stronghold.
"It is indeed somewhat different. Not only did I see images from the human