Wanxiu Mountain, mountaintop grand hall.
Chu Lingyun, who had already succeeded as the Myriad Spirits Sect's First Elder, sat in the seat of honor upon the high platform. Beside her sat numerous Nascent Soul Cultivators led by Song Qingming and Lu Yue.
Though more than half a month had passed since the great battle, the thick, bloody stench amid the smoke of war still had not fully dispersed from the mountain.
As a result, faced with the fine wine and Spirit Meals on the tables, very few people touched their bowls or chopsticks.
"Thanks to the aid of all you Fellow Daoists, our sect was able to survive this ordeal. Liu Junior Brother is unable to show himself today, so I can only thank everyone on behalf of the sect.
"Please do not disdain them. Accept these spiritual items as a small token of our sect's sincerity."
At Chu Lingyun's command, more than a dozen Myriad Spirits Sect disciples immediately stepped forward, each carrying a blue Storage Bag and placing it before the gathered cultivators.
There was no need to think hard to know what was inside.
In this great battle, the Myriad Spirits Sect had first lost its First Elder, Wang Yan, who died at the front lines.
Later, while defending the sect's Spirit Mountain, Wanxiu Mountain, Liu Heyuan—an Elder who had only recently reached the Nascent Soul Second Layer—had his body severely injured by the Thunder Flame Demon Emperor during the battle.
Fortunately, everyone had covered him in time, allowing Liu Heyuan's Natal Nascent Soul to escape and preserve his life.
The former foremost sect of the Floating Cloud Mountain Range was now left with only Chu Lingyun to hold up its facade.
Seeing how far the Myriad Spirits Sect's strength had declined, the people present could not