In the depths of the branch altar, inside Quiet Heart Hall, Li Yunjing sat cross-legged on the Cold Jade Bed, his entire body wrapped in a layer of pale purple lightning.
The hall doors had long since been sealed shut by the Spirit Locking Array Elder Xuanyang had laid down, and outside the array, three Nascent Soul True Persons took turns standing guard. Not even a mosquito could dream of getting close.
This was all to guard against Chu Xinghe and Fei Zhenrong doubling back for a surprise attack!
Those two experts were far too strong!
Even with the array and the protection of five Nascent Soul Realm True Persons, they still had no confidence of certain victory.
As for the batch of newcomers, they had been temporarily settled in the side halls of the Daoist temple, awaiting further instructions.
As for the proposal from several Grand Elders to mobilize experts from the Divine Firmament Dao Sect and send them over through the Ultra-Long Distance Teleportation Array, Li Yunjing rejected it.
He deduced the matter with the Heavenly Secret Art and felt there was no need.
His fortune remained prosperous, and within the hexagram signs, there was no indication of mortal danger.
Since that was the case, there was no need to waste the sect's resources and raise a great force over it.
Inside the seclusion chamber, the Cold Jade Bed gave off strands of chill, just enough to suppress the restless Mystic Ice Baleful Intent inside Li Yunjing's body.
Fei Zhenrong's cultivation method was extremely formidable. Taking that blow had left Li Yunjing in endless pain.
His eyes were slightly closed, his divine sense sinking into his dantian as he carefully examined the ghostly blue cold energy entrenched in the meridians of his left shoulder.
The Mystic Ice Baleful