One cup of tea... two cups of tea...
One hour... two hours...
When the last wisp of Blood-Fiend Aura had been completely purified, the Golden Flame finally slowly receded...
The stone cavern was filled with the sound of ragged breathing...
Every disciple had collapsed to the ground in exhaustion, drenched from head to toe in sweat.
"Were we... saved?"
A female disciple struggled to her feet and looked around blankly.
"Did the sect come to save us?"
Another, older elder struggled to stand. Looking at the iron cages around them, he gave a bitter smile.
"I'm afraid it wasn't the sect!"
"Our entire sect had already been destroyed before this!"
"All the disciples should be here, right?"
The female disciple froze.
"Then who was it?"
The older elder shook his head.
"We don't know yet!"
Feeling the residual power within his body, his eyes were filled with shock.
"The power that saved us was supremely firm and supremely yang, yet it contained boundless vitality. It is absolutely not a cultivation art of our Cangming Sect!"
Everyone was puzzled.
"Could officials have come?"
The older elder looked in a certain direction.
"Let's ask the Sect Master!"
"Perhaps it was part of his arrangements..."
Everyone headed in the same direction together...
Deep within the stone cavern.
Inside a sturdy cage.
Yuheng True Person, the Sect Master of the Cangming Sect, woke from unconsciousness.
Looking at the destroyed altar in the distance and sensing the overwhelming blazing-yang power permeating the cavern, his brows furrowed tightly.
He clearly remembered falling for Crimson-Refining Ancestor's scheme and being trapped within a formation, with a Demon Seed burrowing deep into his body.
So why had he somehow recovered now?
And from the looks of it, Crimson-Refining Ancestor had already been destroyed?
As he pondered, several core