The Western Heavens' frenzied retaliation against the Abyss Clan had been within Li Qingyun's calculations and expectations.
But so what?
Dying sooner or dying later made no difference. Since extinction was inevitable anyway, it was better to tear a bloody chunk of flesh from the other side first.
"I hope the Six Saints of the Abyss Clan show a little backbone and can protect Saint Yuanming this time. Otherwise, no matter who comes, they will be powerless to turn the tide..."
He thought this calmly.
At the same time, he was assessing the strengths and weaknesses of the Abyss Clan. This clan's bloodline advantage lay in its robust and powerful foundation. As their cultivation rose, their mana became vast and surging, boundless and majestic, somewhat similar to the Kun Clan.
But their flaws were equally obvious. Their temperaments were fickle, ever-changing like the climate of the Void Abyss. Many times, they simply seemed insufficiently steadfast and decisive.
"This is likely the Great Dao's imperfection—it cannot be filled to fullness. Even the Abyss Clan, with Nine Saints in their positions, cannot mend this flaw, because the Nine Saints of the Abyss Clan themselves are the clan's greatest flaw..."
The disturbance beyond the void did not last long. Two days later, saint blood suddenly splashed across the edge of the ruined ruins, smearing half the sky crimson.
Li Qingyun, seated cross-legged upon the green cliff, felt his Dao Heart jolt. His face immediately seemed veiled in frost.
His cold gaze was as sharp as lightning, piercing toward the void beyond. Dao intent surged forth as he said frostily:
"From today onward, this poor Daoist severs all ties with your Abyss Clan. Whether you live or die in the future will depend upon your own fortunes! A lump of mud truly cannot be