The great battle had just ended, and white mourning banners had already been hung throughout many parts of Xuan Qing Temple. The surrounding air was still shrouded in grief.
Having cultivated for several centuries, Song Qingming had experienced quite a few such great wars between sects.
Back when the Carefree Sect and Yue State's Nine Yuan Sect fought several battles, both sides had likewise lost countless cultivators, all merely to contend for territory and cultivation resources.
No matter where one went in the Cultivation World, it had always been this way.
Xuan Qing Temple was now merely a somewhat larger Nascent Soul Sect. If it wished to monopolize the enormous profits of the intercontinental Teleportation Array, it would inevitably draw the envy of surrounding forces and lead to conflict.
To break free from their current predicament, they would have to either strengthen themselves in the future or nurture Spirit Transformation-level fighting power. Only then would they be able to intimidate those outside who coveted the benefits in their hands.
The moment he arrived atop a mountain peak, Song Qingming saw Yu Ning, clad in red, already standing outside her cave dwelling and greeting him with a smile.
"Fellow Daoist Song, this humble one was still worried yesterday whether your injuries had fully healed. I did not expect you to visit in person today. It seems I worried for nothing!"
Facing Yu Ning, who had personally come out to welcome him, Song Qingming hurried forward and gave a light cupped-fist salute. "Greetings, Fellow Daoist Yu! I did indeed expend some vital energy in the previous battle, but after meditating in seclusion and regulating my breath these past days, I have recovered most of it. There is no serious problem. I heard Siyuan mention just now that Fellow Daoist Yu sent someone