Daoist Kumu murmured, "How is this possible... With Mirror Lord Yan there, one Nascent Soul and three Dharma Nascent Souls-even if they couldn't win, surely they could have escaped? How did things end up like this?"
The manager smiled bitterly. He couldn't understand it either, but continued, "According to some rogue cultivators who escaped, large numbers of cultivators appeared throughout the Heavenly South archipelago. They must have been Dao soldiers. They killed everyone they saw and looted everything they found!"
"Later, some bolder rogue cultivators crept back to look-"
"The Heavenly South archipelago has become a dead land. Vengeful spirits are everywhere, and blood runs in rivers. Everything on the islands that could be looted was looted, everything that could be dug up was dug up, but there wasn't a single corpse."
"They even drained a great deal of spiritual qi from the spirit veins! Like starving ghosts and hyenas, they devoured anything they saw, not picky in the slightest. They stripped everything clean."
"And several lines of bloody words were carved into the ten-thousand-zhang cliff face of Heavenly South Mountain!"
Wuchen's expression changed. "What words?"
The manager presented another jade slip with both hands. "This is a Recording Jade Slip. Please have a look, my lords."
Wuchen took it and extended his divine sense inside. A moment later, his face turned livid, and he said nothing.
True Lord Dingxu and the others snatched it over for a look, and their expressions were equally grim.
Yinji also glanced at it, and the corners of her lips curled.
Ye Wushang took it next. After reading it, he roared with laughter. "Fine poetry! Fine poetry! What literary talent!" He had been stifled to death these past few days.
Lin Changsheng took it last and extended his divine sense inside-the jade slip held