Su State Capital, Heavenly Fox Holy Land.
Though the great battle had only just ended and time was short, the You Su Clan swiftly prepared a banquet. They invited Xu Yang to the seat of honor, with You Su Yu and another Heavenly Fox True Immortal from the city accompanying him on either side.
"Dao Brother, you came from thousands of miles away to aid us and saved my You Su Clan from fire and water. The You Su Clan has nothing with which to repay you; we offer only this humble wine as a small token of our gratitude!"
You Su Yu and the other Heavenly Fox True Immortal raised their cups, one on each side, and saluted Xu Yang in thanks.
"There is no need for this, Dao Friends. Slaying demons and eliminating devils is simply our duty as cultivators."
Xu Yang shook his head and drained his cup. Then, getting straight to the point, he asked You Su Yu and the other, "The world is in turmoil now, and the Divine Continent has suffered calamity. No one knows when peace will return. What plans do you two have?"
"This..."
You Su Yu exchanged glances with the Heavenly Fox True Immortal, then both shook their heads. A touch of bitter helplessness appeared in their beautiful eyes. "To be honest, Dao Brother, we too are at a loss. We do not know how to weather this calamity."
Their words were bitter, brimming with helplessness.
The Dark Turmoil, the Great Calamity of the Divine Continent—the sword hanging above their heads had finally fallen.
Though the You Su Clan had not been exterminated in this battle, its vitality had been gravely damaged. Two of its three Main Cities had fallen, and who knew how many citizens had died or been injured?