The tranquil Qingpu Road was suddenly set ablaze. More than a thousand Immortal Realm cultivators of the True Sun Sect seemed to appear out of nowhere, launching indiscriminate attacks on Linshui Prefecture's Daoist temples throughout Qingpu Road within just two hours.
Hundreds of Second Realm cultivators also watched menacingly from the sky, leaving Linshui Prefecture's Second Realm cultivators afraid to make a move. They could only use secret arts to flee east toward the sea, and their flight swiftly turned into a massive rout.
In less than half an hour, the entirety of Qingpu Road was engulfed in flames. Although Linshui Prefecture's Water cultivators were naturally adept at countering fire, they were utterly helpless before such a raging blaze.
For a time, cultivators fought across every inch of Qingpu Road. The ones who suffered most were still the common people. At this moment, they discovered that the Linshui Prefecture cultivators, usually so amiable and approachable, wore faces even more savage than the members of the Dao Palace when confronted with the matter of life and death.
The people, who had endured drought for years, finally saw the rain they had longed for day and night. Yet when that rain fell, the earth turned into ice crystals, freezing even the people along with it.
Zi Luan waited amid the clouds above the eastern sea. In merely three hours, he received the first group of Linshui Prefecture cultivators fleeing in this direction: more than a dozen Foundation Establishment cultivators led by an Immortal Realm cultivator, with dozens of Qi practitioners bringing up the rear.
When this group felt the familiar sea breeze, smiles of survival after catastrophe instinctively appeared on their faces. Yet their expressions remained frozen in those smiles, because in the next instant, Zi Luan's Spirit Talisman stripped them of