"Thank you, Pill Sovereign Qin, for informing me of this matter. Sect Master Zong will take his leave!"
A shout rang out. An old Mahayana cultivator flew forward, clasped his fists toward Qin Fengming, then flashed away toward the distance. After only a few flickers, his figure vanished.
As the old man departed, deafening voices of thanks resounded throughout heaven and earth. Then, groups of cultivators surged into the distance like torrents rolling and roaring forward.
In a short while, the hundreds of thousands of cultivators who had gathered here had already left by the vast majority.
The cultivators familiar with Qin Fengming clasped their fists toward him from afar before departing one after another. Everyone had sensed immense danger closing in and had to make plans for their own lives.
Nearly twenty extraterrestrial Mahayana cultivators also bade their farewells, their expressions extremely solemn. Liu Xiangfei was among them.
The vast area that had just been packed with people and filled with excitement instantly became desolate and quiet. Apart from the mountain winds howling, only the Manghuang Sect cultivators remained standing in bewilderment atop the empty, towering mountain peak. Of course, several Mahayana cultivators of the Human Race also remained, their expressions solemn.
"I wonder, will you fellows return to the Manghuang Sect with this Qin, or will we part ways here?" Qin Fengming looked toward Qing Cang and the others and asked with a faint smile.
"What Pill Sovereign said is certainly no falsehood. Such a major matter requires gathering the great sects of our Human Race to face it together. It is inconvenient for us to stay here any longer, so we would like to part ways here." Huangfu Nuo looked at the others before clasping his fists toward Qin Fengming.
Qin Fengming had not agreed to join