Chen Lin sat alone in the private room, pondering the information Alan had provided.
He had heard of the Joy Sect, a great Elder Ancient sect as renowned as the Good Fortune Sect. He had not expected any of its forces to remain.
If that was the case, the other Mahayana powerhouses must have left contingency plans as well. The Listen-Wind Post was very likely one of them.
As for the matters involving the Nightmare Realm, they remained difficult to untangle. He would have to investigate them slowly.
After thinking for a long time, he finally sighed, rose, and left.
With his current abilities, there was absolutely no way he could rescue Yun Xiumian. The Xuanyin Great King was far too powerful. Never mind that Chen Lin had not even attained a silver soul now-even in his former golden soul state, he would have been like an infant before him.
It was not just Chen Lin. There was probably no one in the entire plane capable of opposing the Xuanyin Great King in the Nightmare Realm. After all, that scenario had been created through the nightmare transformation of his Spirit Treasure, the Yellow Springs Scroll. It was his home ground.
The only rescue plan Chen Lin could think of was to ask Niuniu whether she had the ability to help whenever she contacted him again. Otherwise, he could only wait until he became a Great Vehicle Practitioner.
Yun Xiumian had shared life and death with him for so many years that it was impossible to say he felt nothing for her. Her situation was worrying, which was why he had sought out Alan, hoping she could rescue her. He had never expected Alan to push the task back onto him.
He returned to his residence in low spirits, only to