Seeing the pockmarked ground and traces of battle, my expression darkened. From this alone, I could tell that Zijang had not had time to notify the disciples and elders of Wangxiang Qingmu Sea—or rather, the enemy had arrived too quickly. Judging from the damage, the attack had indeed happened faster than the Immortal Crane could fly there, so there was a very good chance Zijang had arrived too late.
I immediately flew around the Qingmu Sea region, searching for any traces that might have been left behind. Unfortunately, apart from the hideous spatial rifts left by the explosion of the Realm-Suppressing Cauldron, nothing else remained. There were only some fragments of the Qingmu Sea disciples' clothing and a few broken walls and ruins that had not yet been cleared away.
Seeing that the place where the Qingmu Sea's jade stele had once stood was now completely empty, the hatred in my heart burned even hotter. I did not know how Li Poxiao was doing, or what had happened to Zhao Jian and my two sworn sons. And what about Huo Chi and the others?
Too much time had passed, and not the slightest trace of aura remained here. It seemed that all twelve masters I had acknowledged had met terrible deaths.
After thinking it over, I left behind a note stating my next destination, then immediately turned around and headed back toward Wangxiang. Wandering around aimlessly was useless now. I had to find a familiar place nearby; perhaps I could still find someone to ask about what had happened.
Although I had previously brought immortals like An Mi and Han Pan into the Qingmu Sea, perhaps they had also managed to escape by sheer luck. After all, even if those scattered immortals fled, they still had places to hide. If