What was going on?
Daoist Liaokong opened his eyes and slowly rose from his meditation cushion.
The battle in the Solitary Bamboo Kingdom had severely damaged his vital energy. Thanks to Nongyue, he had remained in secluded cultivation within the hall, recuperating.
Yet at this moment, the upheaval throughout the sect had disturbed Daoist Liaokong, rousing him from his Spirit Visualization and recovery.
He took two crimson pills from a jade-green gourd beside him and swallowed them. His ragged breathing gradually steadied.
Daoist Liaokong cleared his mind and quietly sensed with his spiritual awareness.
The primordial energy of heaven and earth was constantly trembling. Someone was fighting, and at a rather high level—the commotion was no small matter. An enemy must have arrived to cause such a change.
The sword cry from above, and Nongyue's familiar yet loathsome Demonic Thought...
The Blackblood Esoteric Church had brought Sword Cultivators as reinforcements and launched an assault from above?
Devil Lord Sackcloth was guarding the sect. How did Nongyue still dare act so boldly? Could it be that the Blackblood Old Devil had come as well?
Thoughts surged one after another through Daoist Liaokong's mind. As he stepped out of his secluded chamber, he caught the faint scent of blood in the air.
What was going on?
His divine sense shot out like lightning. The battlefield was not only in the skies, but also around his own sleeping hall.
Outside the palace, many Longevity Sect disciples whose names he knew were fighting in a tangled melee...
No, this was a chaotic brawl.
There were disciples from his own line, Hua Gu's followers, and Helian Qianqiu's disciples. The three factions had slaughtered one another into a knot.
Blood, severed limbs, and lingering souls... it was a field of Asura, utterly without order or method.