"That really is rather unusual." Lu Xiaotian wore a thoughtful expression. Compared with the chaos engulfing the Cultivation Realm this time, the Nascent Soul Cultivators had not actually been drawn into the fighting. Golden Core and Qi Refining cultivators had suffered heavy losses, but the Nascent Soul Cultivators, the backbone of the realm, had come through unscathed.
If several Cultivation Realms joined forces, they might be able to hold off the aggressive Ghost Clan. But if they remained a loose scattering of sand, the Ghost Clan could very well pick them off one by one.
But how could several Cultivation Realms that had fought for nearly two hundred years simply lay down their arms and make peace? Over those two hundred years, they had piled up far too much hatred. Besides, the Ghost Clan had not yet appeared, and he was only a Golden Core cultivator. In the current situation, he was afraid he could not change much.
Whatever the case, when he returned to Soaring Heavens Palace, he would bring it up with the Nascent Soul Ancestors there. He could only do what he could and leave the rest to fate. That was the best he could manage. Just as Lu Xiaotian settled on the idea, a fierce commotion broke out in the sky, followed by the muffled rumble of thunder.
"Something's wrong—it's the flying cavalry tribe! Take cover!" Miao Ruolin called in a low voice. The group scrambled to their feet and quickly took shelter behind nearby trees and rocks.
Boom! A gigantic fireball came crashing down from high above.
Miao Ruolin and the others, who had only just found cover, were forced to flee again in a sorry state.
These people really were everywhere, Lu Xiaotian muttered to himself. Before leaving the Moonwatch Cultivation Realm, most of