Wang Xian's divine sense spread out overwhelmingly, sweeping through the entire valley in an instant.
Suddenly, Wang Xian's expression turned cold. His figure vanished from where he stood and reappeared inside a cave in the valley.
Little Phoenix was incredibly fast. The moment Wang Xian disappeared, it locked onto his aura, turning into a fiery red streak of flowing light that flashed across the sky and entered the cave where Wang Xian was.
Wang Xian crouched before a stone platform, brushing his right hand across a bloodstain on it.
"Wang Xian, is this Sister Di Yao's blood? Was Sister Di Yao injured?"
Little Phoenix noticed Wang Xian's action and landed on his wrist. Seeing the blood on his fingers, its eyes filled with worry.
"It is Di Yao's blood. Di Yao was seriously injured, but it is not life-threatening. Don't worry too much."
Wang Xian held Little Phoenix in his hand and placed it on his shoulder.
"Is Sister Di Yao really all right?"
Little Phoenix still asked worriedly.
Now, more than a dozen people who were nearly as strong as Wang Xian had suddenly appeared. It was simply too bizarre. Could it be that all of those people cultivated the Heavenly Scripture?
Di Yao comforted the anxious Big Phoenix.
Di Yao and Big Phoenix still had not found Zhuang Ning's figure. They had not even discovered any trace of Zhuang Ning, as if Wang Xian had simply vanished.
Big Phoenix's actions enraged those dozen or so people. The hidden beings even wanted to kill Big Phoenix, but after Big Phoenix revealed its identity, they could only swallow their anger and leave bitterly.
One had to know that in the Myriad Worlds, there had never been anyone who could fight immortals across realms from the Quasi-Emperor Realm. Even among the