The night was deep and still.
The Cloudreach Sect's elders watched the Scripture Pavilion with some concern.
When the Sect Leader returned earlier, she had rushed into the Scripture Pavilion in great haste. A whole day and night had passed since then, and they had no idea what had gone wrong. Surely a sweep of her Divine Sense would make any text easy to find. Why would she spend an entire day inside without coming out?
Could she have accidentally read some art she should not practice and suffered Qi Deviation, like those low-level disciples?
The lower floors had attendants on guard, so disciples could still receive treatment if something went wrong. But no one could freely enter the top few floors. What would they do if something really had happened to the Sect Leader?
Still, the Sect Leader was so powerful. Surely nothing would happen to her? Even the King of Chasing the Sun from across the sea had been beaten back by her. The elders who had participated knew that the battle had truly darkened heaven and earth. Even an elder at the peak of Deification had not dared approach the cyclones of escaping energy.
Yet the Sect Leader had not suffered so much as a scratch in that mighty clash at the pinnacle.
There was no longer anyone in this world capable of making the Sect Leader bleed...
Inside the Scripture Pavilion.
With a thought, the Heavenly Dao conjured a bed. The damned Heavenly Dao was now lying comfortably on it, while the Sect Leader whom everyone considered invincible pouted as she lowered her head to wipe away her own blood... and the blood that had gotten onto him.
"You don't need to wipe that. I can make it disappear. Come here and give me a hug..."