As morning light pierced the thin mist over Clear Water Pool, Ling Yun and his group had already embarked on their return aboard their flying sword artifacts. Xiao Zhan wrapped strips of cloth around his injured palm, his saber slung over one shoulder. Looking down at the woodland below as its greenery gradually returned, he was still indignant. "That Ghost Face Guardian sure ran fast. If he'd been half a step slower, I'd have hacked him apart to avenge the villagers of Qinghe Village!"
Chu Feng was wiping down a damaged flying sword artifact. At those words, he shook his head. "He is one of Blood Fiend Hall's upper ranks. A Sword Emperor Realm expert is no easy opponent. Forcing him back and breaking the demonic formation was already a great victory. The truly troublesome matter is the 'Myriad Souls Sacrifice to Heaven.' If the Blood Demon Venerable is really preparing such an evil art, he will likely need to devour a vast number of Sword Souls. Every sword cultivator in the Spirit Realm will suffer."
Ling Yun stood at the front of the sword artifact, rolling a wisp of lingering black demonic qi between his fingers. Chaos Sword Intent circulated silently, wrapping the demonic qi within his palm. Sword Elder's voice sounded from within his dantian. "This demonic qi is mixed with Soul Erosion Powder, ground from the Primordial Spirits of sword cultivators. It seems the Myriad Souls Sacrifice to Heaven is no empty threat. Moreover, although the water-element Sword Soul Origin at Clear Water Pool has been purified, it still carries a trace of Myriad Soul Cave's aura. Blood Fiend Hall's plan is likely connected to that sacred ground."
"Myriad Soul Cave?" Ling Yun frowned slightly. He had once seen records of it in the Sword Alliance's archives—it