Spirit Transformation cultivators could wield magic arts that stirred the might of heaven and earth, making them utterly incomparable to Nascent Soul and Core Formation cultivators.
Seeing Lu Wenyuan display such divine might and annihilate the demon army, Luo Yutu showed little joy. She sighed, withdrew her magic treasure, came before Lu Wenyuan, and gave a formal bow. "Thank you, Senior, for saving my life!"
The surviving cultivator army was also behaving strangely. Their spirits seemed low, and they wailed incessantly, trembling with fear and unease.
Meanwhile, cries of grief rang out from Yinluo City.
"What's going on? Why don't these people show any joy at being saved? Instead, every one of them looks as though disaster is about to strike?"
Lu Wenyuan secretly furrowed his brow and asked, "Is this the Spirit Realm? Where in the Spirit Realm are we?"
"Reporting to Senior, we are indeed in the Spirit Realm. This is Yinluo City, which belongs to the Yellow Springs Ghost Kingdom of the Bimu Continent!"
Luo Yutu said, "Before we alert those high-rank ghosts and deities, Senior, you should leave at once... One Spirit Transformation cultivator is more important than ten Yinluo Cities combined!"
It seems this woman means well, but the Human Race's circumstances in the Spirit Realm appear to be extremely dire...
Lu Wenyuan's heart stirred. "I've just ascended. What exactly has become of the Human Race in the Spirit Realm?"
He did not particularly care about exposing his identity. After all, the strongest person in Yinluo City was only at Core Formation. Even if they learned his secret, what could they do?
"Senior is an ascender? Impossible!"
Luo Yutu opened her mouth wide. "Ever since the ancient cataclysm, no ascender from the lower realms has been able to escape the Thirty-Six Great Voids' interception!"
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