Within this "Ziyang Heavenly Palace," aside from the dozen or so Nascent Soul Cultivators trapped here, there were no other cultivators.
Seeing that Liu Ziliang and the others had learned of the disturbance outside and escaped back, Old Ghost Xiao finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After spending more than half a month with the old man, Song Qingming could tell that although he disagreed with Liu Ziliang and the others who went out in search of a way out,
when real danger arose, he would still do his utmost to help his companions.
Although Liu Ziliang and the others had decisively chosen to flee back into the palace the moment the Gale Wind appeared, their escape speed was clearly not as fast as the Gale Winds that had already passed through the protective barrier.
When they were only halfway back, countless Gale Winds swept in with lightning and fire, instantly making Liu Ziliang and the others' escape lights waver. They hurriedly cast spells, releasing protective spiritual light around themselves.
Then, while casting spells to fend off the surrounding lightning, fire, and wind blades, they forcibly drove their escape lights and slowly made their way toward the palace!
Very quickly, a streak of sword light was the first to fly into the formation, transforming into a green-robed figure. It was Ling Zhentian, the highest-cultivated among them.
Three more figures followed behind him, all Nascent Soul Cultivators who had gone outside the palace with him to investigate.
The last remaining person, Liu Ziliang, had the slowest escape speed and was still more than a hundred zhang away, desperately casting spells as he tried to make his way over.
Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the palace where everyone had taken shelter, Liu Ziliang had not yet had time