After cultivating diligently for seven days in the Seclusion Chamber of the Ruyi Lotus Palace, Liu Changxu had somewhat stabilized his cultivation. Concerned about the situation outside, he temporarily stopped cultivating and left the chamber.
As soon as he emerged, Duan Yuwei, who had been anxiously waiting for her husband to finish his seclusion, hurried over to see him.
"Husband, why did you come out so soon?"
Duan Yuwei's voice was clear and melodious, her delighted surprise plain to hear.
Seeing his wife, Liu Changxu asked:
"I was worried the Blood Race Army might wheel around and strike again, so I came out to take a look as soon as I had stabilized my cultivation a little. How are things now?"
Duan Yuwei's smile faded, and her expression grew solemn as she explained in an orderly manner:
"Rest assured, husband. The Heavenly Mystery Sect and Penglai Island are both fine for now, with no sign of the Blood Race. But things at the Myriad Forms Sect and the Ten-Thousand Buddha Temple are utterly dire. The temple's protective Grand Formation has already fallen under the Blood Race Army's ferocious attacks, and Elder Yuan Kong was defeated and killed. Only Elder Wuming managed to escape with some of the monks. They have all retreated to the Myriad Forms Sect now.
"But the Blood Race is far too powerful. The Myriad Forms Sect is also teetering on the brink, barely holding on. The outlook is grim!
"Senior Brother Chu and Senior Brother Zhang have already led an army of fifty thousand cultivators to the Myriad Forms Sect's battlefield! Everyone is hoping you will leave seclusion and go to reinforce them!"
"In that case, I'll head to the Myriad Forms Sect! Inform me immediately if there is any news from the Heavenly Mystery Sect