"How bad were our losses?"
Chen Mulei's Divine Sense swept across the entire main mountain of the Dao Domain. The smile on his face gradually vanished, and a cold, biting chill rolled off him.
The Star-Peak Dao Sect had stood for more than thirty thousand years, and had never suffered such devastating losses.
"Reporting to the Ancestor: forty-six Nascent Soul elders died. Nine more still have their Nascent Souls, but their bodies were destroyed. We lost one hundred and twenty-seven True Disciples... He Qing is dead..."
Ji Li lowered his head, his gaze dim and his expression heavy as he gave his report.
With each loss he named, the air around them grew more subdued.
"Well done, you Four Savage Wilderness Clans!"
Thunder boomed across the clear sky. Chen Mulei's face brimmed with fury, and bolts of lightning seemed to sense his rage, brewing and exploding out of thin air.
He had come this close-this close-to becoming the greatest sinner in the history of the Star-Celestial Dao Sect!
If that Nascent Soul prodigy from Domain-Suppressing City hadn't appeared, no one could say how far things would have gone.
And the mention of He Qing by Ji Li made the four Spirit Transformation cultivators standing behind Chen Mulei change expression.
In the past several thousand years, He Qing had been the most outstanding talent of the Star-Peak Dao Sect.
He could be called the sect's surest candidate for its next Spirit Transformation cultivator, a symbol of its legacy.
Yet now he had died in this battle to defend the sect.
In an instant, silence blanketed the sky above the mountaintop. Even Ji Li, the sect master, couldn't help but stoop a little lower.
"Enough. We're still here. After this ordeal, this generation of the Star-Peak Dao Sect will only grow more