How—could this be—
Luo Yinglong knelt on the ground, his whole body seeming to have had its bones pulled out.
He stared at the two swords embedded deep in the bluestone slabs, then looked up at the figure slowly descending from the sky.
He wanted to say something, but not a single word would come out.
Just as he fell into a daze from the overwhelming shock, waves of uncontrollable cheers tinged with sobs came from beside him.
"You're alive! Junior Brother! You're alive!"
"My hands—my body—I didn't turn into that puddle of water—"
"It's an immortal! An immortal saved us!"
Luo Yinglong blankly turned his head and followed the voices.
The places that had originally melted into pools of orange-yellow LCL.
The disciples whose souls had been forcibly extracted had somehow already returned to normal.
One by one, the disciples climbed up from the ground, staring blankly at their hands before embracing one another in wild joy. Tears of survival mixed with the grime on their faces, leaving them a complete mess.
Zhang Qi paid no attention to the people of Mount Shu and walked straight toward the Central Continent Team.
"It looks like things are even more troublesome than we imagined—"
Zhang Qi's gaze swept across the group before finally settling on Chu Xuan as he spoke.
"Yes, but my replica left me a clue—"
Chu Xuan nodded. As he spoke, he took something from his clothes and handed it over.
"Oh? This is—"
Zhang Qi took the jade USB drive. It felt warm and smooth in his hand, carrying a faint, strange pulse.
He could tell that this was not a technological creation, but something made by cultivators—
At the same time, deep underground.
Within the dark Blood Cave, the viscous sea of blood stirred with silent