As the fleet of airships receded into the distance, Bai Feiyu and Chen Changsheng decided to head to the City God Temple first, taking up a central position from which to coordinate all the deities and netherworld officials of Maple City.
Even if they had to question them one by one, they would find Ouyang in that vast sea of people.
Meanwhile, Leng Qingsong, who had leaped from the airship, lay in the great crater he had smashed into the ground, gazing at the sky, his thoughts unknown.
Even with the physical toughness of a Xiantian martial artist, an ordinary Xiantian martial artist would long since have been reduced to a pulp by a fall from such a height.
Leng Qingsong had the True Spirit of a Sage, which had ensured that he would not die, but his chest now burned, and every breath sent searing pain through his internal organs.
Yet Leng Qingsong completely ignored that pain. To him, physical pain fell far short of the agony of his own inner torment.
That inner torment ravaged Leng Qingsong's heart every moment of every day.
He had sworn so solemnly that he would become the sharpest sword in Elder Brother's hand.
He would cut down every obstacle standing in Elder Brother's way.
But when he reached the pinnacle of the world, Leng Qingsong, who had always considered himself the sword in Elder Brother's hand, could not accept it, no matter what.
The sword that he was had actually pierced Elder Brother's chest!
When his memories of Elder Brother awakened.
This Supreme Sage of Heaven and Earth had not first thought of finding Ouyang, but of ending his own life between Heaven and Earth.
Since Elder Brother was gone, I could not possibly live on alone!
But when he tried to