The two arrived at the Spirit Herb Garden. Tang Yan seized the initiative, covering the garden with Formation Points that served only to bluff others, then happily went off to "mark" the herbs.
Seeing how busy Tang Yan was, Duan Yin did not stay to disturb him. Having brought him there, she left.
There was considerable overlap among the herbs on the different peaks. Although Cloud Ease Peak's herb garden was also enormous, Tang Yan unlocked only a hundred and eighty-three new herbs.
Still, something was better than nothing, and Tang Yan remained thoroughly satisfied.
In the northern Spirit Wilderness Realm, in the Hanlin Mountain Range.
The academy's experts wore exceptionally grave expressions. Even the dean, who had remained composed before, now looked grim.
Within the abyss, the sinister black cords had already wound their way up to the Literary Sage statue's abdomen.
Beneath the Literary Sage was the opening connecting the Demon Realm and the Human Realm.
At that moment, boundless demonic energy surged, relentlessly battering the seal over the opening.
Cracking and rumbling rang out incessantly, plucking at everyone's nerves.
The seal teetered on the brink of collapse and could rupture at any moment!
"Dean, has the Demon Race gone mad? They seem to be throwing their entire race's strength against the seal! Should we seek aid from the other seven sects?" a gray-haired elder with resolute features asked gravely.
The dean shook his head slightly. "The Demon Race's passage must be suppressed with Literary Qi. Unless the other sects commit their full strength to helping us, their assistance would have limited effect.
"Besides, every sect has its own duty to hold back other races. If this is the Demon Race's ploy to lure the tiger away from its mountain, the Human Clan will suffer even greater