"It's already been a full day and night. The Secret Realm is only open for three days total—how could Changqing's points not rise at all?"
Xuanyuan Xiaoyu could not help speaking, her voice filled with undisguised worry.
"He has never been one to accept losses. Even if he was besieged by people from Great Chu and Dark Moon, there's no way he could have been completely unable to fight back."
Liu Ruyan drew a deep breath and softly comforted them. "Don't panic, sisters. Changqing's methods reach the heavens, and he has trump cards bestowed by Sect Master. He won't come to harm so easily."
"The Heavenly Void Ancient Hall is an immortal relic, isolated from heaven and earth. Perhaps the Heavenly Void Mirror simply cannot sense changes in points within the hall."
Though she said this, the worry in her eyes refused to fade.
At the center of the warship, Daoist Chen Yuan of Mount Shu sat cross-legged upon a jade throne, his eyes closed in meditation.
His face was calm, seemingly unruffled, yet the fingers of his right hand resting upon his knee lightly tapped against his sword sheath.
Daoist Chen Yuan's divine sense had remained fixed upon the Heavenly Void Mirror.
Chen Changqing was the successor to the next Sect Master position he had chosen, an unparalleled monster who had survived the Twelve-Colored Heavenly Tribulation. If he were lost in the Heavenly Void Land, it would be an unbearable loss for the Shu Mountain Sacred Land.
"Sect Master, Lu Tian and Junior Brother Chen Yuan are still steadily climbing within the top fifty, but Changqing..."
Beside him, Bai Wuya rested a hand on his spear and spoke in a low voice, his tone equally grave.
Daoist Chen Yuan slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of stale