Before coming to Buddha Light Mountain yesterday, Shi Feiyang had told the four groups tasked with breaking the formations that if they ran into danger, they must not stubbornly try to tough it out. They had to notify him.
He had left them Zhou Tian Jade Talismans he had refined himself, which they could use to alert him.
If no one called for help, he could have charged straight into the underground palace and destroyed Revered One Yideng, bringing most of this magical battle to an end.
But his calculations beforehand had indeed shown that it would not be so easy.
He knew these youngsters all had their share of pride. Unless they had absolutely no other choice, they would never ask him for help.
If he ignored them and went straight to kill Revered One Yideng, there would inevitably be casualties. Someone he did not want to see would also appear to lend a hand, leaving him needlessly indebted to them.
Without hesitation, Shi Feiyang immediately left the Main Hall, departed Trayastrimsha Heaven, and flew down the mountain.
The one who had sent him the distress signal was none other than Water Cloud Zi Su Xianxiang.
There were only two people in their group, but Su Xianxiang belonged to the orthodox Mystic Sect tradition and had several centuries of cultivation.
Although Huan Yu was young in this lifetime, he had already recovered the memories and magical power of his previous incarnation. With two lifetimes of cultivation, his power, experience, and knowledge far surpassed those of the other juniors.
Huan Yu was precisely where things had gone wrong.
When Shi Feiyang first said that he had a mortal feud with the Emei Sect, Huan Yu had thought little of it. Later, however, he pondered the matter in meditation and devoted