"Hm? Someone came in?"
Jiang Yang hesitated midstep and instinctively looked up toward the horizon, but saw nothing at all.
The Grotto-Heaven was simply too vast for his Spirit Sense to detect anything unusual. Qing He was different, however; she had sensed the intrusion the moment someone broke in.
"A group of Purple Mansion cultivators has forced its way in, using a Destiny Bearer's life to establish a connection with the Grotto-Heaven..."
Qing He frowned slightly and murmured.
"Purple Mansion True Persons!"
Jiang Yang's gaze sharpened. His journey might have been smooth sailing so far, but that was only because no Purple Mansion cultivator had entered the fray. If these True Persons cast aside their dignity to bully a junior, the terrifying might of their Divine Powers would leave him scarcely any hope of escape.
"Go in. There's not much time. Move quickly!"
Qing He made her decision at once and told Jiang Yang:
"These Purple Mansion cultivators are smashing and looting their way through the Dao palaces and immortal halls, sweeping through like a plague of locusts. Soon, beacon fires will be rising everywhere."
"All right."
Jiang Yang answered and hurriedly pushed the door open.
These Purple Mansion True Persons had come to scour the place and plunder it, not to stroll through their own back gardens. There was no reason to expect them to hold back.
Every important site and resource within the Grotto-Heaven was protected by a Spirit Array. Getting their hands on anything would inevitably mean breaking those arrays, and the resulting commotion would be anything but small.
Jiang Yang hurried into the Tower of Memento. He could scarcely hide fast enough, much less willingly meet some unfamiliar Purple Mansion cultivator.
He was laden with treasures now, like a child carrying gold through a bustling market.