[You have slain a Chessmaster Realm creature and gained 8,459,325 years of Dao Cultivation]
[Current Dao Cultivation: 113,259,830 years]
As the notification faded.
Jiang Yuechu expressionlessly stored the corpse in her storage pouch.
Now she had Dao Cultivation, and she also had a Dao-Union Relic.
Sure enough, such gains could not be obtained by hiding inside...
She swept her gaze around with a faint sigh.
Under her gaze, the once-chaotic area fell silent, as though some unspoken understanding had been reached. Everyone stared blankly at her slightly slender back.
Dead... they were all dead?!
Which of Cloud-Dream Palace's generals was not a fearsome existence who shook a region and had blood on their hands?
And they had just died like that?
Without even the slightest chance to struggle, they had turned to ash and vanished in smoke within a few breaths.
On the deck of the shattered flying vessel, Lin Feiyan stared blankly into the sky, her eyes reflecting the blood mist that filled the heavens.
She stood frozen in place, even her breathing halted, as her hands unconsciously loosened.
"Gasp..."
The deacon Linghan, whom she had barely helped halfway upright, dropped without warning back into the pool of blood.
"I say..."
Deacon Linghan coughed out a mouthful of bloody foam and weakly waved his hand. "I may be nearly dead, but you don't have to toss me around like this..."
Yet by now, he had no mind to blame her.
He panted, his voice growing ever weaker. "Run. Don't worry about me. Before the demons surround us, run as far as you can. If you're lucky enough to make it back to the sect alive, remember to burn me some paper money during the holidays..."
Before he could finish leaving his last words.
Lin Feiyan's trembling voice drifted into