Only then did Lu Xiaotian finally let out a complete sigh of relief. I really was too overconfident. If I had known it would be this dangerous, I should have done this before Yan Ji left. With Yan Ji there to hold the line, it would have been absolutely safe.
However, Lu Xiaotian soon cast that stray thought to the back of his mind. Earlier, he had not expected his state of mind to fluctuate upon seeing the ruined secret realm of the Sky-Shadow Clan after returning.
Yongze, the Devil Lord, had then seized the opportunity to strike. Only now, after initially resolving the trouble, did Lu Xiaotian have time to comprehend the changes brought about by that fluctuation in his state of mind.
The world changed, and seas turned into mulberry fields. Lu Xiaotian had experienced countless things since he began cultivating, and he had witnessed the rise and fall of no small number of races.
The great battle in the secret realm of the Sky-Shadow Clan had involved cultivators somewhat stronger than those he had faced before, but in terms of numbers, it was far from the largest battle Lu Xiaotian had experienced.
By rights, these casualties should not have caused such violent ripples in his state of mind. Yet they had happened all the same. Thinking back on it now, even Lu Xiaotian found it rather astonishing.
Perhaps the fluctuations in his state of mind had been caused by the successive deaths of old acquaintances such as Bali and the Dragon King of the Eastern Sea. If Bali, the Dragon King of the Eastern Sea, and the others could die on the battlefield, then naturally, so could everyone else—including those closest to him, such as Xiang Qingcheng, Luo Qing, and Luo Ping'er.
After examining himself, Lu Xiaotian