Li Qingyun returned to the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation and brewed spring water for tea atop the green cliff. His surging emotions gradually settled.
"A Saint has fallen, and the great calamity has begun. Every side is racking their brains to improve their cultivation, to increase their chances of survival. Breaking through three rings in a single day is nothing worth my self-congratulation..."
During the days his true body had been away, some sneaky figures had appeared near the grand formation. They seemed to be watching and probing, yet no one ultimately dared to attack the formation.
This formation had already earned a fearsome reputation. Even Nine-Ring Quasi-Saints had no confidence in breaching it now and would not act rashly.
Li Qingyun calculated with his fingers for a moment and more or less pinpointed the "petty men" behind those probes.
"Old Man Yuan the Third, you certainly have some nerve. If I did not need the Abyss Clan to withstand the pressure from the other superior clans, so that the variables would not be 'settled' so soon, then merely for leaking my whereabouts, I could openly and honorably destroy you!"
"And Yuan Gumo has not died, yet he seems to have fallen into some bizarre state. I cannot even calculate whether he is now a ghost or a man..."
After a scornful laugh, he temporarily suppressed the faint killing intent in his heart toward Third Master Yuan.
Now was not the time for Third Master Yuan to die. He could keep the head on his shoulders for the moment.
Instead, Li Qingyun was rather curious. Saint Yuan Jing had fallen, the Cosmos level had been comprehensively suppressed until they cowered within their clan lands, and Yuan Gumo in the Remnant Ruins level was effectively "out of contact." Did the Abyss