Halfway up Penglai Mountain, most of the towers and halls had collapsed. Only one enormous golden hall still stood.
Before the hall, many Ye Family cultivators were filled with emotion.
This was Penglai's council hall. Although the Ye Family members had never been here before, they had heard all manner of legends about it.
Yet now, not only were they standing here, they had already replaced the plaque with one bearing the Ye Family's name.
They could even study the formation patterns on the hall at close range.
"They actually mixed fifth-stage spirit materials into this building!" As an artifact refiner, Ye Jingli felt this all the more keenly.
But then he thought of Ye Jingyun, Ye Xingqun, Ye Xing shui, and the other lineage elders, and fell silent again.
In the end, he simply walked over to Ye Jingyu nearby and asked about his condition.
"Sixth Brother, I'm all right. I just exhausted myself too much!" Ye Jingyu smiled and shook his head. His hair was now entirely white, and his face was covered in wrinkles. He looked even older than Ye Xuecang, so his condition certainly seemed serious.
In truth, however, he had merely lost several hundred years of lifespan in an instant and had yet to recover from the shock.
Such a loss was substantial even for a Nascent Soul cultivator with a lifespan of two thousand years.
Still, Ye Jingyu felt it had been well worth it.
Although the Nine Infants Divine Lord had ultimately failed, without his warning, the number of cultivators and spirit beasts the Ye Family lost in this battle would likely have been several times greater.
"All the Nascent Soul and Golden Core cultivators have been confirmed dead. Everyone can breathe easy now!" At that moment, Ye Xuecang and Ye Haicheng walked