Han Ling cradled the unconscious Song Chi and immediately probed his condition with her divine sense.
"Hiss..."
The instant her divine sense touched him, her heart clenched.
Song Chi's body was practically a battlefield of chaos. Countless different obsessions rampaged through his sea of consciousness.
Any ordinary cultivator's sea of consciousness would have exploded into mush long ago.
Fortunately, nine strands of sword intent formed a barrier deep within his spiritual core. Though his aura was in utter disarray, his life was not in immediate danger.
Han Ling let out a long breath, finally setting her anxious heart at ease.
If anything had happened to him right under her nose, even ten thousand deaths could not have absolved her.
Only after confirming Song Chi was still alive did Han Ling raise her head and look around.
The dark clouds had completely dispersed. For the first time in ages, a reassuring blue graced the skies of the Soaring Cloud Realm.
At that moment, the hundred thousand Immortal Realm elites around her, along with the native cultivators of the Soaring Cloud Realm who had been hiding in the distance, were utterly silent.
The words "Teach All Without Discrimination" still seemed to echo between heaven and earth.
A white-haired old cultivator native to the Soaring Cloud Realm trembled as he dropped to his knees and kowtowed heavily toward the sky.
Then countless ordinary people and sect cultivators fell to their knees in great swathes.
"Thank you for your mercy, Sword Immortal!"
"Thank you for saving our world, Sword Immortal!"
Even the female cultivators in the Immortal Realm army, who had eagerly anticipated seeing the "Bare Sword Immortal burst out of his pants," now lowered their heads and bowed, their eyes filled with shock and reverence.
The masses knelt in worship, and the immortals