Around the Heavenly Origin Platform, formation lights of every color lit up in succession. Each major faction claimed a corner, as though an invisible boundary separated them all. Everyone knew that now was not yet the time to fight.
The Heavenly Origin Contest for the Cauldron had yet to begin.
Their immediate priority was to rest and recover, bringing themselves back to peak condition for the final showdown.
Yun Qing withdrew his gaze and waved a hand, commanding in a deep voice, "Raise the banner. Set up the formation!"
"Yes!"
Behind him, the Yun Clan members answered in unison. A great banner flew from Yun Tianluo's sleeve, swelling in the wind and snapping loudly. It was none other than the Yun Clan's Cloud-Pattern Sun-Covering Banner!
The banner planted itself firmly in the chosen ground. The instant it touched down, the formation plate activated, spreading lines of formation patterns outward as a sturdy temporary camp rose into place.
"Make the most of the time. Regulate your breathing and recover."
Fighting all the way here along the Azure Cloud Road had taken a considerable toll. Even an Immortal King as powerful as Yun Qing was beginning to feel the strain.
Yun Qing sat cross-legged in the principal seat beneath the banner, still cradling the Little Radiant Chick, who seemed to have nothing left to do. He instructed everyone, "If you're short on pills, ask Tian Luo for some. If your injuries haven't healed, come to your elder brother."
A lineage, after all, had an added bond of blood and kinship that a sect lacked.
The Yun Clan members did their best to ignore the "thing" in Eldest Brother's arms. They found places to sit, swallowed pills, and circulated their cultivation techniques, striving to recover from the depletion and hidden injuries sustained along