Within the statue's space, Qin Yan's consciousness returned.
He stood there for a long time without speaking.
His face was as still as water, but complex emotions churned in his deep eyes.
The scenes of carnage he had just witnessed still echoed through his mind, and the disciples' screams seemed to linger in his ears.
Such a powerful sect had been reduced to dust and ashes by a single sword strike.
Those powerful Formation Masters, those exquisite formations, and those inheritances of the formation arts had all been obliterated by that devastating strike.
"Elder Xuantong must have fallen in that battle. That was why my consciousness returned at that moment," Qin Yan said in a subdued voice.
His tone carried both heaviness and sorrow.
An Eleventh-Rank Array Mage, a powerhouse strong enough to reign supreme across All Heavens, had died on the battlefield defending his home.
"Elder Xuantong, the other two elders, and the Valley Masters probably all died in this battle."
"And the one who destroyed Xuantian Valley must have been Lin Mingzhu."
At that thought, Qin Yan began communicating with Little Black through his mind.
"Little Black, do you know anyone named Lin Mingzhu?"
Little Black fell silent for a while.
Only after a moment did it answer.
"Qin Yan, according to the records of my Demon Race, Lin Mingzhu was a Half-Step Great Emperor. He was extremely powerful, a notable figure even in the Radiant Era. But for some unknown reason, he provoked our Ancient Abyss Demon God. In the end, the Ancient Abyss Demon God imprisoned him in the Dark Abyss, where he suffered the torment of Ten Thousand Demons Devour the Heart every day. Demon qi eroded his soul, and demon fire scorched his flesh. Only after tormenting him for ten thousand years did the