The demon and ghost races had gone from attackers to suffering an unprecedented rout. The Qingyu Alliance still had fewer Nascent Soul Cultivators than the allied demon and ghost forces. Wen Changyun had even gone so far as to deploy the Feihong-class warship once more. A barrage from its spirit cannons had shattered the last scraps of resistance from the Nascent Soul powerhouses of the two races. Even great demons and late-stage ghost kings had regarded the enormous warship with dread.
After an unprecedented victory, Wen Changyun and the others returned in high spirits, eager to celebrate with Lu Xiaotian and the others, only to discover that Lu Xiaotian, Xiang Qingcheng, and Luo Ping'er had already vanished without a trace.
"Fellow Daoist Lu has already left," Ji Qianshui sighed.
"The waters of Qingyu Immortal City are too shallow to hold a dragon." Wen Changyun smiled faintly. "Fellow Daoist Lu was right. The Qingyu Continent is too weak at its foundations, and its present predicament cannot be changed by one or two people. Only when the younger generation has grown strong will the continent have a chance to develop further. Otherwise, it can only remain where it is. Pass down the order: once the demon and ghost forces have been driven off, no more reckless battles."
"Indeed. The Qingyu Continent has endured too many years of war. The spirit lands we occupy now are already enough to supply the alliance," Ji Qianshui said with a nod.
"Senior Brother Lu has already left." Xiao Xiangyu, Yuan Min, and Peng Dayong gazed at the empty sky in the distance, their faces full of reluctance. Lu Xiaotian had been back for far too short a time, like a dazzling shooting star that had merely streaked across the sky above Qingyu Immortal City.
"Palace Master!