Soon.
Third Master Yuan fled miserably from a blessed land sanctuary, running faster than a rabbit.
"Bastards, you're all bastards! I kindly came to deliver a message, yet you, Jia You, tried to take the chance to eat me..."
Behind him, Jia You sneered and rapidly caught up.
"Old Man Yuan the Third, your Yuan Clan is facing a catastrophe, yet you still have the mind to come stir up trouble before me! Do I need you to wag your tongue over whether I can tolerate that Daoist Qingyun?"
"Woe is me!" Third Master Yuan cried out in his heart.
He felt some regret, realizing he had spoken too harshly just now and struck a raw nerve for Jia You!
How could a bigwig of the Nine-Ring Environment tolerate losing face, yet he had deliberately touched upon a sore subject...
The matter of Daoist Qingyun's main body leaving the great array ultimately spread out.
Yet unexpectedly, the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation did not suffer an attack.
After all, from several times prior, Li Qingyun had hacked out a resounding might. In the chaotic situation of the Saint Falls outside the void, no one dared to act rashly, mostly planning to observe the grand trend first in order to preserve themselves.
Of course, some were uncertain whether Li Qingyun was once again "fishing" this time, hence remaining absent out of fear that his main body might return at any moment, resulting in trying to steal a chicken only to lose the rice used as bait.
Half a month later.
Deep within the disordered Mirror Field, after adjusting his breath to restore his "stamina", Li Qingyun stood up once again and took a step forward.
Everything prior had been in vain, yielding nothing, yet it had consumed a vast amount of his