Thousands of miles away, in Xuanqiu Valley.
Daoist Tianyi was gazing toward Seven Star Island with a grave expression.
Beside him stood Fan Feiyu, who was also a supreme elder of Xuanqiu Valley.
Fan Feiyu said gravely:
"Seven Star Island is probably in danger.
Are we really not going to intervene?"
Daoist Tianyi sighed. "If any other sect were under attack, we would have to lend a hand.
But the one under attack is Seven Star Island.
Our former sect master suffered a great loss at the hands of the founding patriarch of Seven Star Island back then.
Given Hundred Calamities Valley's power, asking him to put aside his revenge against Seven Star Island for now is one thing.
But asking him to set aside old grudges and aid Seven Star Island? How could that be possible?"
Fan Feiyu's expression shifted. "But once Seven Star Island is destroyed, our Xuanqiu Valley will have to face those demon fiends from Hundred Calamities Valley directly."
Daoist Tianyi gave another soft sigh. "There is nothing we can do about that.
All we can hope for now is that Seven Star Island wears down those demon fiends from Hundred Calamities Valley a little more.
If Bu Yufeng can severely wound Li Wusheng, perhaps Hundred Calamities Valley will restrain itself somewhat."
Fan Feiyu shook his head. "That will be difficult.
Bu Yufeng may be hailed as a prodigy, but he is still only a True Immortal.
Even with the Seven Star Bell in his hands, severely wounding Li Wusheng would be as difficult as climbing to heaven."
This time, Daoist Tianyi did not reply, merely shaking his head somewhat helplessly.
How could he not know the gulf between a True Immortal and a Heavenly Demon?
He simply did not want Hundred Calamities Valley to destroy