Closed-Door Cultivation and Comprehending the Dao

Because of the Vital Energy Smoke that had shot into the sky earlier, seventy or eighty martial artists had gathered around the Yellow Springs Sapling, one after another. Now that all the fruits on the Yellow Springs Sapling had been picked, they were unwilling to leave, yet remaining here seemed pointless.

At last, Li Huo Divine Lord was the first to give up. Without a word, he turned and left. The spatial formation that so many people had joined forces to set up had been proven a joke. On top of that, he had lost two disciples and watched Wan Qing get crippled right under his nose. He did not want to stay another quarter of an hour.

Once Li Huo Divine Lord left, the people he had brought could only follow.

"L-Li Huo, my lord, save... save me..."

Wan Qing struggled in agony. Watching Li Huo Divine Lord and his party leave, he dragged his heavily wounded body forward, laboriously crawling across the ground with both hands.

His bright future, his long life of wealth and glory—all of it was about to end on this desolate land. Once he was abandoned, this place would become his grave.

The feeling was utterly despairing.

"Save me, Lord Li Huo. Please take me out. I'll activate the jade tablet and leave this place. My Lineage will treat my injuries..."

Wan Qing spoke in a trembling voice. Yet seeing his miserable state, the people merely cast him pitying looks.

His dantian had been completely shredded. Treating it was almost impossible. Even if they paid a tremendous price, they might only restore Wan Qing to the state of a cripple who was at least physically intact. The Wan Family would never do such a thing.

Not to mention that in his current condition, it