Red Cloud.
Silver thunder flashed and surged through the Great Void as the two Purple Mansion cultivators stepped out one after another. Their expressions differed, but both had relaxed somewhat. The journey from the Northern Lands back to Red Cloud had taken nearly three days, even traveling through the Great Void.
Neither Xu Xuan nor Liu Xingfang had suffered any injuries. They cultivated the altar, after all, and vow power could hardly harm them. In the end, they had swept through White Lotus Mountain like a gale through rotten wood. Azure clouds wreathed the way ahead, and the light of heaven shone dazzlingly. They had returned to the Sect.
The Li River flowed east, its waters surging restlessly. The rising tide had flooded Heavenly Tribulation Mountain and Luoqing Mountain along its banks.
In the Ancient Era, this waterway had been called the Yangtze River, and it was quite broad. Under the Sect's management over the years, it had grown more wondrous by the day, yet now, for some unknown reason, it had overflowed.
Many of the Sect's cultivators were treating the flood here, dredging the river and building embankments. Each was busy with their own task, led by two women.
One wore black-and-gold mystic-patterned robes. She had the exceedingly beautiful face of a young girl, with a mysterious Black Snow Divine Mark between her brows. She held the Nine-Headed Evil Beast high in her arms, letting it suck up the water accumulated along both banks.
Liu Shu Han.
Beside her stood a woman in a pale blue-green dress, her features serene and elegant. From time to time, she sent out rays of vast wood magical light to reinforce the protective formations along the banks, instructing the Sect's disciples in their work.
Liu Lingxin.
Encountering this scene as soon as he