A Circle of Nothing but Ancestors

In less than half a day, Ye Qiuchen and the other two witnessed the speed of the Transcendent Realm. They had actually traveled tens of thousands of li.

Luo Yunrong swept the three of them down. He had clearly expended a tremendous amount as well, his breathing hurried.

"Where is this?"

The three looked around at what seemed to be a tribal settlement. At that moment, they saw many people coming out, among them quite a few martial artists they recognized.

"Lou Feiyun!"

"Zong Zhaohan!"

"Senior Wuya Zi!"

"..."

Long Hai and the other two were thrilled. Many of them were experts who had been famous for a long time; they had never expected them all to truly be here.

"Senior Luo, did everything go smoothly?"

Lou Feiyun and the others stepped forward.

"We encountered a Transcendent Realm expert. I need to rest first. Take them to get cleaned up, and wait until Gu Lianglong Yao returns before we learn the details!" Luo Yun Kong gave his instructions, then vanished from the spot in a flash.

Bringing the three of them back had absolutely pushed him beyond his limits. He had barely rested during the entire flight, and his true essence had been severely depleted.

Tianli Sect's reinforcements could arrive at any moment. He had to leave as quickly as possible; the less time he stayed, the fewer traces he would leave behind.

His guess was correct. Less than half a day after Meng Qing was killed, five streaks of sword light shot out from the Divine Hall atop the mountain, flying in Meng Qing's direction.

The five streaks of sword light tore across the heavens like streams of light, sending ripples through space.

This sight caused many martial artists to stop in their tracks. There were thousands upon thousands