Jiang Yang wore a solemn expression, and his heart was filled with regret.
The one who had perished during this breakthrough was his second senior sister, Cong Ya, whom he had never met. Senior Brother Bi had mentioned her once before, so he knew he had such a senior sister.
When he first returned to the peak, the lush, flourishing scene beneath his feet had given him a bad feeling, but he had not connected it to this at the time.
His master Xuan Guang's assessment had been entirely correct: ill fortune had struck, and divine powers had proved beyond her grasp. All one could say was that it was her time, her fate.
She had already reached the critical stage, when not even the slightest outside interference could be tolerated. Yet the sect's great array guarded her, and spirit arrays protected the peak. As long as the sect's gates remained unbreached, no one should have been able to disturb her.
But it had happened precisely when a True Lord attained the Dao. Once the news spread through the Great Void, the whole world knew; apart from certain sealed blessed lands and grotto-heavens, nowhere could escape its influence.
Fire veins sprang up everywhere, fiery energy blazed between the two nations, and the spiritual atmosphere changed. This greatly benefited cultivators of fire virtue, but blazing fire burned wood. For those of wood virtue—and Yi Wood in particular—it was far less friendly.
After waiting for the two maidservants to finish their halting account, True Person Xuan Di finally spoke:
"Senior brother, you should open the cave abode where she secluded herself and gather your disciple's robes and crown."
True Person Xuan Di had not attended the ceremony. He had come to Fushu Peak the moment the celestial phenomenon appeared.
Had Xuan Guang