The Great Void.
Silver thunder leaped, azure clouds swirled, and the radiance of divine abilities flickered, concealing the scene within.
Three True Persons stood quietly there. Two hailed from Immortal Sects, while the remaining one held an important position in the Thunder Department. Naturally, no one would offend them unless they had a few screws loose.
Azure cloud-dew condensed from the Great Void and fell drop by drop, gradually dispelling the yin flame energy within Xu Xuan's dharma body. A refreshing coolness suffused his life and spirit, and his injuries improved considerably in an instant.
"Thank you, fellow Daoist."
He looked toward Luyu beside him. It was this True Person who had activated a divine ability to help him recover.
"A trifling matter. Spring Rain and Dew can dispel yin flame. It takes little effort."
Luyu's tone was calm, but this divine ability, nourishing all things without a sound, was enough to reveal his cultivation. Though he was only at the Purple Mansion middle stage, the pressure faintly emanating from him was stronger than Ancient Hua's.
As expected of a direct heir of an Immortal Sect, born in a grotto-heaven.
With only a brief assessment, Xu Xuan knew that these Immortal Cultivators from truly great sects surpassed ordinary Purple Mansion cultivators in both their understanding of the Dao and their arts of combat.
Though An Xianhui had fallen to his sword, few Purple Mansion cultivators could have subdued the man had he ventured overseas. Those few spirit artifacts alone could have piled an ordinary middle-stage Purple Mansion cultivator into an early grave.
As for True Person Luyu before him, he was even more remarkable. His Dao power flowed as a seamless whole, his divine abilities moved freely, and the nature of rain shrouded him. Merely standing there, he brought forth