Xuanqing nodded, his expression calm.
His gaze swept across the wreckage of the leyline core. Although Zunti and Daoist Jieyin had ultimately destroyed the demonic statue after a fierce battle, the power released in the process had only worsened the already fragile leylines of the Western Lands.
They had originally only been corrupted by Demon Qi, cutting off the flow of spiritual energy.
Now, several crucial Spiritual Vein nodes had been completely shattered by that violent force, broken into multiple pieces.
The leylines of the entire Western Lands were like a shattered piece of porcelain. Their overall shape was still recognizable, but they were riddled with holes and could collapse completely at any moment.
"Junior nephew, this..." Zunti looked at the devastation before him, his expression uneasy.
The mess was even worse than they had expected.
Daoist Jieyin let out a long sigh and bowed slightly to Xuanqing. "Sorry for the trouble, junior nephew."
Xuanqing said nothing more and went straight to the most severely damaged part of the leyline core.
It lay directly beneath Mount Sumeru and was the source of the entire Western Lands' leylines.
A Spiritual Vein that should have been as thick as a mountain range had been severed in half. Spiritual energy—the last of it—was continually escaping through the enormous gap, while wisps of Demon Qi continued to erode the broken ends, preventing them from healing on their own.
"Martial uncles, please protect me while I work," Xuanqing said.
"Go ahead without worry, junior nephew." Zunti and Daoist Jieyin immediately took up positions on either side of him, their expressions solemn as they guarded the area.
Xuanqing hesitated no longer. He sat cross-legged and lowered his eyelids.
The next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes!
Boom!
A vast aura surged skyward from his body!
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