The mournful whimpering gradually faded, leaving only the patter of rain falling across the sky, as though heaven itself were quietly sobbing.
The dazzling spiritual rainbows vanished as well. Only figures remained, drawing in their spiritual light as they made arrangements everywhere.
Before Demon-Quelling City, the rain had washed away the blood, and all the bodies and treasures had been collected.
The burning beacon towers once again became the brightest spots on the entire mountain.
Their golden flames remained as brilliant as ever, illuminating those setting up arrays and repairing the city, and bringing a little warmth to their hearts.
On the walls, the Qi Refinement, Foundation Establishment, Purple Palace, and Golden Core cultivators still dared not breathe loudly. With the teleportation array operating continuously, thirteen Nascent Soul cultivators had now gathered here.
The two newly arrived Nascent Soul cultivators were the governor of Southern Jade Prefecture, who also bore the surname Lu, and True Lord Baiyuan from the Righteous Path Sect.
The two had hurried over, their expressions anxious and remorseful.
They repeatedly offered words of concern to the injured cultivators.
"How is Fellow Daoist Xuan Puppet?" Among the Nascent Soul cultivators, aside from the one who had failed to return, True Lord Xuan Puppet had suffered the gravest injuries.
This time, he had forced himself to face True Lord Heyu. Even though he could transform into a wood demon puppet body, his opponent's strange divine abilities still countered him.
Not only had his body been damaged, but one of his fifth-stage spirit puppets had also been injured.
"If Mysterious Heaven attacks again, I may not be able to hold off Old Devil Heyu." True Lord Xuan Puppet had swallowed quite a few pills, but even now, he was merely suppressing his injuries.
He glanced at True Lord Baiyuan