Li Xuancang escaped alive, and his injuries rapidly recovered.
Su Xinghai and Tai Haotian dragged their heavily wounded bodies to his side and asked with concern.
"Marquis, are you all right?"
Li Xuancang shook his head. "I am not seriously hurt."
The Indestructible Scripture was simply too heaven-defying, and Li Xuancang's physical body was terrifyingly powerful as well. Combined, the two had forged a monster like Li Xuancang.
Li Xuancang swept his divine sense across the starry sky, yet found nothing.
"They ran fast."
The rapid collapse of the Holy Spirit Realm was certainly connected to that group of Saint Spirits.
Li Xuancang had wanted to settle scores with them, but the Saint Spirits had already fled at the first sign of trouble.
"You cannot escape."
Li Xuancang had left contingencies in Cloud City and could learn the whereabouts of the Great Saint Black Tortoise and the others at any time. Sooner or later, he would deal with them.
"Let's return to the Divine Dynasty first!"
They had narrowly escaped death, while Su Xinghai and Tai Haotian were critically wounded and needed to recover as soon as possible.
Still, they had successfully obtained the Saint Spirit Flame, so their desperate gamble had not been in vain.
News of the Holy Spirit Realm's destruction spread without wings, setting off a tremendous uproar.
"What? The Holy Spirit Realm was destroyed? How could that be possible?"
"I don't believe it. I refuse to believe it."
"That was the Holy Spirit Realm! Could it really be destroyed?"
"..."
The Myriad Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms found it difficult to believe, and even harder to accept.
The Holy Spirit Realm had been one of the few great worlds in the Myriad Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms, yet even it had been destroyed by the Abyss.