"Holy Envoy, all the mortals in the city have been evacuated, and those rogue cultivators have also begun teleporting away in batches. Shouldn't we be making preparations as well?"
At the top of the altar, a core formation cultivator from the Holy Temple cupped his hands and reported.
"It is time to leave. Take everything we can carry."
As he gazed at the raging hurricanes beyond the silver radiance, Yang Mu clearly realized that the realm where he had grown up was about to be destroyed.
Before there had been any hope of survival, he had desperately wanted to take everyone and leave at once. But now that survival was assured, facing the destruction of his hometown inevitably filled him with profound sorrow.
However, Yang Mu did not know that it was precisely their evacuation that caused the Night Dragon Realm's rapid deterioration.
Although they had previously been organizing the evacuation of mortals, each city had also transported its stockpiled spiritual materials to the Supreme Yang Star Fortress.
The seven treasure cities contained the essence accumulated by the Night Dragon Cultivation World over countless years. Once they were suddenly removed, the Night Dragon Realm's overall spiritual grade was immediately affected.
It was like lashing the already-existing death spiral with a whip. The various natural disasters, which had previously occurred at clear intervals, now ravaged every corner of the realm without pause. Earth, fire, wind, and water had all descended into chaos!
If not for Luo Hong protecting the seven treasure cities, everyone left behind would have been wiped out halfway through the mortal evacuation.
"Yes, sir!"
The core formation cultivator immediately accepted the order, then headed toward a massive Teleportation Array guarded by numerous Golden Armor Puppets in the distance.
Seven days later, Yang Mu stepped into the Teleportation Array