A wild wind swept across the sky.
Jueming pressed his lips tightly together, his face dark as could be.
Compared to the leisurely ease he had shown on the way here, not a trace of relaxation remained in his heart now.
The scene he had just witnessed kept flashing through his mind.
Inkfall had killed a Wandering Void Sea cultivator.
If word of this got out, cultivators throughout heaven and earth would find it absurd.
Yet it had truly happened right before his eyes.
He had to report back to the Arhat at once!
Whether it was Juechen's miserable death, or the Buddhist Sect's years of lying low—now that the Buddhist Son had emerged from seclusion, the grand plan they had plotted for so long was about to begin.
Great Marsh Township, a place rich in Incense-Fire Power, had originally been a crucial part of it.
Now, not only had its accumulated foundation been utterly lost, but such a strange young girl with heaven-reaching means had appeared out of nowhere.
Such an unforeseen change could practically affect the Buddhist Sect's entire plan going forward!
How could he not be anxious over a matter that concerned the rise and fall of the Buddhist Sect?!
Jueming frantically stirred the aura within his body, pushing his escape speed to its limit.
As he considered what he would say after returning to the mountain, a flicker of astonishment suddenly passed through his eyes, and he hurriedly looked back.
Far behind him, dense clouds were suddenly burned through by a blinding crimson blaze.
A huge bird with flaming feathers was tearing through the air toward him at a horrifying speed.
Upon that bird's broad back, he could vaguely make out a slender figure in white robes standing with her hands behind her back, watching ahead