At that moment, Lin Changqing nodded respectfully, then looked once more at the Ten Thousand Immortals of the Interception Sect around him.
"Junior brothers and sisters, thank you for protecting my Dao."
Lin Changqing spoke. For five thousand years, he had continuously drawn in the spiritual energy around him, affecting the entire Interception Sect across a trillion miles.
Most of these disciples had been unable to cultivate. Because of Lin Changqing, they had been delayed for five whole years.
Yet none of them had complained.
After all, Senior Disciple Brother was incredibly powerful now!
With such a powerful senior brother, they would have plenty of confidence when traveling through the Primordial World!
Just look at Guang Chengzi. After meeting Senior Disciple Brother again, would he be all right?
If he didn't get beaten so badly that he shit himself, he could count himself lucky to have clean bowels.
"Hahaha! Senior Disciple Brother, how could we claim to have protected your Dao?"
"It was all Master's doing."
Still, the disciples didn't dare claim they had protected Lin Changqing's Dao. They shook their heads repeatedly.
Lin Changqing said no more. He only needed to remember what they had done.
He had to become stronger so he could save the Interception Sect during the calamity.
When the time came, he could defeat the Sect of Elucidation—or even wipe out the calamity with a wave of his hand. Neither was impossible!
Lin Changqing said nothing more and headed straight for Biyou Palace.
He had been away from the sect for more than twenty thousand years. The moment he returned, the Three Pure Ones had gone their separate ways, and the Three Sects had become independent.
Then he had spent another five thousand years cultivating. It seemed he had grown distant from his sect.
Seeing