In the Sword Immortal World.
This was already the sixth day.
Zhang Yang still had not managed to lead the ten million-strong Sword Immortal main force back.
Everyone in the Heavenly Mechanism Hall had exhausted every effort. The thirty-six Eyes of Heavenly Secrets swept and probed day and night, yet they still could not detect any possible danger.
But everyone, even the dullest among them, knew that something major had happened. The shadow of doomsday and catastrophe had descended, and Li Guokui and Jiang Rong were especially drenched in cold sweat from lingering fear. According to the original plan, they would have had at least three days and at most four. Even if Zhang Yang, a Dao Ancestor, could not lead the main force back, he would certainly have established contact with the Sword Immortal World. That should not have been difficult.
But now?
No one dared imagine whether Dao Ancestor Zhang Yang and their ten-million-strong Sword Immortal main force had met with disaster, or whether they had fallen for the enemy's stratagem of luring the tiger away from the mountain.
Even less did anyone dare imagine who would take charge if Dao Ancestor Zhang Yang and their entire main force were wiped out.
From top to bottom, the enormous sense of crisis pressed down on them, leaving every living being anxious and ill at ease.
And just as even Sword Cultivators in the Foundation Establishment realm were being drafted, and even the kingdoms of mortals were being informed that they had to migrate to avoid disaster, Li Guokui and Jiang Rong were bowled over by admiration for Mu Shaoan, and even felt deeply grateful to him.
Yes.
Because if Mu Shaoan had not forcibly dragged them three days ago into blasting open the entrance to the Sword Immortal Grand