Illusion Spirit Sect Vanishes

The group continued onward, and all they saw along the way was desolation and ruin.

The once-prosperous towns had been reduced to broken walls and crumbling remains, as if telling of their past glory and present misery.

Xu Qing felt a complicated mix of emotions.

Nightfall descended.

A hundred ghosts roamed outside at night, and no one knew what kind of monsters had evolved. They were extremely powerful.

So after walking for a while, Xu Qing simply decided to lead the group into a hidden cave to rest.

They would continue at daybreak.

Outside the cave, the wind howled.

It seemed even the forces of nature were speaking of unease.

Inside, the firelight flickered, illuminating everyone's resolute faces.

"Senior Brother Ying, when we return to the sect this time, we must cultivate even more diligently.

To repay the sect's kindness, and so that we may protect a place of peace in these chaotic times."

An Illusion Spirit Sect disciple broke the silence, his eyes shining with determination and hope.

Xu Qing smiled faintly at his words, his gaze gentle yet profound.

"Well said. The path of cultivation is filled with thorns, but as long as we hold faith in our hearts, we need fear no challenge.

Remember, a true powerhouse is measured not only by the height of their cultivation, but also by their willingness to protect and take responsibility."

Ying Wuhen nodded and patted the disciple on the back. "Let's talk after we make it back alive. Hahaha."

Everyone wanted to laugh, yet felt it would be inappropriate.

Grand Elder Zhou Qi of the Illusion Spirit Sect, however, laughed aloud.

The next morning, when the first ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone upon this war-ravaged land,

the group set out once more.

As dawn broke, a