Retreat, Return to Martial Soul City.

Waves stirred upon the calm sea as dozens of warships sailed toward the mainland. In this battle, Martial Soul Hall had lost over twenty thousand soldiers, along with thousands from the Black Flame Army and various spirit masters.

The Grand Worship had ascended, four offerings had fallen, and the Third Offering and Second Elder lay unconscious. Of the seven great offerings, only the Fourth Offering, Golden Crocodile, remained awake and alive. The commander-in-chief of the three armies, Marshal Murong, had sustained heavy injuries, and the remaining elders were also wounded to varying degrees. It was a scene of utter devastation.

On the side of Sea God Island, the naval forces, sea spirit beasts, and the Sea Spirit Master Legion had been almost entirely wiped out. The Seven Sacred Pillar Guardians were dead, and now Sea God Island was left with only Bo Saixi as a Title Douluo. The tragedy was equally absolute.

Inside the cabin of the flagship, Ju Qinglan and a dozen accompanying healing-type spirit masters exerted their full power to cast healing spirit skills, attempting to save Murong Chayue and Xiao Qingmei, who lay upon the beds.

After about half an hour, the group ceased their efforts one by one. Ju Qinglan wiped the sweat from her brow before turning to walk out of the cabin.

Seeing this, Marshal Murong and Qian Daoliu hurried forward.

"How is it? How are my father and mother?"

"What of the Third Offering and the Second Elder?"

Hearing this, Ju Qinglan shook her head and said regretfully:

"Your Holiness, Marshal Murong, the Third Offering and the Second Elder have suffered damage to their heart meridians and their martial souls. We have exhausted our efforts, but the effect is minimal. We can only ensure they do not pass away within the month."

"What... cough!" Marshal Murong's heart jolted. He staggered back a few steps and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Fuhai..." Qian Daoliu steadied Marshal Murong, then turned to ask:

"Is there no other way to save them? Any price can be paid!!"

After pondering for a moment, Ju Qinglan replied:

"Unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless there are heaven and earth treasures grown from the absorption of the world's energy and the essence of the sun and moon, only then can they be saved." Having said this, Ju Qinglan shook her head again.

"However, such treasures grow extremely slowly; some take a thousand or even ten thousand years to mature. Furthermore, they are extremely rare, and they are basically either in places of extreme danger or guarded by powerful spirit beasts. On top of that, they must be compatible with the physical condition of the two. To find them... it is difficult."

Upon hearing Ju Qinglan's words, Qian Daoliu was stunned, but he quickly reacted and patted Marshal Murong on the shoulder.

"Fuhai, rest assured. Once we return, I will mobilize everyone to search the entire continent for these treasures. We will certainly save the Third Offering and the Second Elder."

"Many thanks, Pope."

Marshal Murong understood the difficulty of the task, but he still nodded. Seeing this, Ju Qinglan said:

"Marshal Murong, you have also sustained heavy injuries. You should focus on regulating your breath first; my subordinates and I will treat you later."

"Understood." Marshal Murong nodded and turned to go rest. He had commanded the military formation while already severely wounded, causing his own injuries to accumulate. Afterward, he had been busy with the retreat and kept watch outside the cabin, worried for Murong Chayue and his wife, never once stopping to meditate and regulate his breath.

If too many injuries accumulate without treatment, they leave behind severe hidden wounds. At best, one would be unable to reach higher realms; at worst, their cultivation would stagnate or even regress.

Five days later, at the ferry outside Martial Soul City.

On the dock, Wu Xianyun and Murong Huai, along with the various bishops of Martial Soul Hall, healing-type spirit masters, and others, waited with bated breath.

Ripples flowed across the river surface until a flag embroidered with the character "Qian" slowly appeared in everyone's line of sight.

"They're here! They're here!!"

Everyone looked up to see warship after warship appearing on the river, slowly sailing toward the ferry port. Seeing this, Wu Xianyun raised her hand to issue an order.

"Pass the order: all healing-type spirit masters are to stand by. Once the warships dock, immediately provide treatment to the wounded soldiers!!"

"Yes!"

As the warships slowly reached the shore, the soldiers of Martial Soul Hall and the healing-type spirit masters rushed forward to treat the wounded.

"Father!"

Seeing Marshal Murong disembark, Murong Huai and Wu Xianyun hurried forward. The latter rushed up to him, asking anxiously:

"Fuhai, how are you? Why is your face so pale!"

"Father, you are injured!" Murong Huai saw at a glance that Marshal Murong had sustained heavy wounds.

"I am fine..." Marshal Murong waved his hand. Just then, several people behind him carried stretchers over. Upon seeing who was on the stretchers, Murong Huai's heart jolted. Sensing something ominous, he rushed forward.

"Grandfather! Grandmother!!"

Lying on the stretchers were none other than Murong Chayue and Xiao Qingmei. Murong Huai looked at Qian Daoliu behind them with tear-filled eyes.

"Teacher, what happened to my grandfather and grandmother!"

Hearing Murong Huai's slightly childish voice, Qian Daoliu could not bear to look. He truly did not know how to explain to this child that he had taken his grandfather, grandmother, and father away, only for two to return in a coma on the verge of death, and the third to be severely wounded.

"Huai'er, Teacher has failed you. During the battle, your grandfather and grandmother were ambushed by the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King. To block the attack, they suffered damage to their heart meridians and martial souls, and they have remained unconscious."

Hearing this, Murong Huai froze. He clenched his fists, his eyes bloodshot as he looked at the two unconscious elders, tears streaming down his face.

"It was the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King... damn it..."

"Quick, healing-type spirit masters!" Seeing this, Wu Xianyun hurriedly led the healing-type spirit masters forward to treat the two. Ju Qinglan and the others who had disembarked came to Murong Huai's side.

"Alas, Hall Master Wu, it is useless. The Third Offering and the Second Elder are too severely injured. We are powerless to turn the tide; even with all our efforts, we can only extend their lives by one month."

"What..." Wu Xianyun and Murong Huai felt a pang of pain in their hearts upon hearing this. Murong Huai looked at Ju Qinglan and asked anxiously:

"Is there really no other way?"

"Unless there are heavenly treasures that have grown for thousands or tens of thousands of years, using the heaven and earth energy contained within them might be the only possibility for a cure. Other than that, there is no other way..." Ju Qinglan said with her head lowered.

Hearing Ju Qinglan's words, everyone's hearts sank. Heavenly treasures were incredibly rare; how could they be so easily found? After pondering for a moment, Murong Huai muttered:

"Heavenly treasures, heavenly treasures..., yes, heavenly treasures, I know where there are some!!!"

Hearing Murong Huai's words, everyone was startled. Murong Fuhai hurriedly asked:

"What, Huai'er, you know where there are heavenly treasures? You aren't joking, are you!!"

Murong Huai nodded, "That's right, I know where they are, and there are quite a few, right in the Sunset Forest!"

"Sunset Forest?" Qian Daoliu was stunned, then reacted and hurriedly said:

"Good, I will send people to find them right away!"

"Teacher, don't be anxious. You don't know the location. First, settle the army, let Grandfather and Grandmother return to the manor, and then I will personally lead people to the Sunset Forest to find them," Murong Huai said softly.

"Good, let's return to the manor first!"

The death of the five titled elders was a great tragedy for Martial Soul Hall, and everyone was in a very low mood.

Murong Huai followed the others back to the manor. He turned his head to look in the direction of the overseas, his heart filled with determination:

"Deep Sea Demonic Whale King, I, Murong Huai, will definitely kill you!!!"