Turning to look at the towering altar in the center, Mu Yingluo frowned. "Fellow Daoist Su, what do you plan to do next? The Hope Fire has been scattered; gathering it will not be easy. And once anything changes here, it will inevitably draw the attention of that Sacred Spirit Cult Saintess above."
"Even if that Sacred Spirit Cult Saintess is held up by the people of Heavenly Capital and cannot spare herself, the five Nascent Souls atop the altar will likely be difficult to deal with as well."
Su Shi'er's Second Nascent Soul poked its head out and said with certainty, "Rest assured. The Sacred Spirit Cult has set up such an evil array to slaughter countless cultivators, so they certainly would not dare make a great show of it."
"If Su is not mistaken, at least four people atop the altar have sealed off their five senses. Unless the altar is destroyed, they will absolutely have no attention to spare for anything else."
Mu Yingluo's gaze swept swiftly over them before finally settling on the elderly female cultivator whose face bore faint anger. "What about the remaining one? Her cultivation level is likely not weak."
As soon as she finished speaking, Su Shi'er's Nascent Soul smiled. "Even if she is formidable, don't we still have Miss Mu supporting us from the side?"
"Miss Mu need not risk her life. You only need to hold her off and buy Su time to gather the Hope Fire."
Mu Yingluo nodded, but continued worriedly, "Even so, if this ancient evil array outside remains unbroken, even if we succeed, I fear we still will not be able to leave safely."
With a smile at the corner of his mouth, Su Shi'er's Nascent Soul said unhurriedly, "An ancient evil array? Everything under heaven