Everyone nodded in agreement with the White-Haired Immortal. They cautiously spread out, each taking up a favorable position and vigilantly watching their surroundings as they awaited the enemy's appearance. The young disciple stared wide-eyed at the sword in his hand, his face filled with shock. Fine cracks had actually appeared across its blade! This was a divine artifact—how could it be so fragile? When I attacked the Vengeful Demon Body with all my strength just now, perhaps I put this divine artifact under enormous pressure, beyond its limit, he thought.
Just as the young disciple was reeling from the shock, something worse happened. The resentful thoughts that had seemingly dispersed had not truly vanished. Instead, they transformed into countless thin threads of resentment that drifted through the air like spider silk. As though alive, the threads rapidly spread outward. Wherever they passed, flowers, grass, trees, and even spiritual energy instantly withered and dissipated.
Seeing this, the young disciple and the others immediately realized the gravity of the situation. If they did not stop the erosion of these threads of resentment quickly, the entire Immortal Domain might once again fall into a massive crisis. The White-Haired Immortal made a swift decision and ordered everyone to spread out the Qiankun Sword's healing power to repair the places eroded by the threads.
No one dared delay. They all unleashed their Magic Power, guiding the Qiankun Sword's healing power into every corroded corner. Under the effect of that powerful healing power, the withered flowers and grass began to revive, while the spiritual energy gradually recovered as well.
However, that alone was far from enough. The White-Haired Immortal knew that to solve the problem completely, they had to find and destroy the source of the threads of resentment. He decisively led part of the group