Island Surface

Perhaps because the earth-shattering battle four days ago had temporarily affected the weather here, Linghuang Island had been drenched by torrential rain for days. Then today, the skies had suddenly cleared.

Feeling sunlight she had not seen in so long, Lian Xinling found it unbearably dazzling. She could not help raising a hand to shield her eyes. Lian Xinjie pulled her onward through the air, moving away from the underground city's exit so they would not clash with the others.

The Emperor-Grade Heaven-Splitting Dao had required every sect to send two or three Golden Core cultivators to participate in this disaster relief effort. There was only one requirement: do not let the refugees die.

The only Golden Core cultivators Wang Qi truly trusted were Lian Xinjie and Lian Xinling, who had undergone the Immortal Alliance's ideological education. If the other cultivators were sent out, there was no telling whether they would spread words like "there is something wrong with Luo Chen Sword Palace" everywhere. Moreover, thanks to Mi's protection, the two had not been infected by the Devil's Great Curse and need not fear bringing disaster upon others. Thus, this disaster relief task fell upon their shoulders.

After flying up to the surface, none of the cultivators who had come to "provide disaster relief" showed any intention of landing. The ground was simply too ugly. Days of torrential rain had turned all of Linghuang Island into a sea of mud. Mixed with the refugees' excrement and urine, it was especially revolting.

Lian Xinjie looked around. There were roughly over a hundred Golden Core Cultivators here this time. Apart from himself and Lian Xinling, there were few sect elites among them. Most were the sort with dim prospects, those with no hope of forming a Nascent Soul. It seemed that the