They had to understand that Holy Land disciples like them had always dealt with local forces in the Cangwu Small World by hitting one place and moving on to the next. They never dared linger anywhere for long, terrified of being encircled and wiped out by those native forces joining hands.
And Qin Yan was the first who had ever dared to openly declare war on a local overlord-level force in such broad daylight.
For a time, streak after streak of light rose from every corner of the Eastern Region, converging toward Jin Gang Temple like all rivers returning to the sea.
Qin Yan knew nothing of the undercurrents surging outside. Or rather, even if he did know, he would not have taken them to heart.
At that moment, he was standing inside a temporarily rented room in an inn, holding the Mo Yuan Spirit Weapon as he practiced his spear technique again and again.
Gray-black Great Annihilation Spear Intent flickered uncertainly at the spear tip. Every thrust left a lingering trail of annihilation in the air.
Huang Jiuli saw how hard Qin Yan was cultivating and was infected by his drive as well. She flipped her hand and took out her Phoenix Feather Sword, then began practicing her sword technique with total focus at the side.
For a time, half the room was filled with gray-black Great Annihilation Spear Intent sweeping unhindered, while the other half held the crimson phantom of a phoenix divine bird circling and crying.
Two completely different powers flowed alternately through the cramped space, yet they did not interfere with each other.
Time quietly passed in such fulfilling cultivation. Soon, four days had gone by, and the date arrived at October fifth.
Qin Yan put away the Mo Yuan Spirit Weapon, let out a long